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 Aug 2016 Raihah Mior
Deedz
Romeo
 Aug 2016 Raihah Mior
Deedz
Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
Who tells you there won't come a time he won't be around,
But as the days turn to months and the months turn to years,
As you choke back your tears while you drown in your fears,
He is nowhere to be found.

Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
He'll find 100 different ways to say that he loves you,
Each one sweeter and more heart-tugging than the last,
Watch him use them for his own manipulation,
Up until he decides that this is it, that his "love" has come to pass.

Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
He'll express how he hates seeing you sad, making you cry,
But like a stubborn child, he never learns from his mistakes,
Protecting his ego and his sense of pride,
when all you wanted was to see him try.

Fall in love with a man who's good with words;
He'll need you to know that he thinks you're a goddess,
And oh, will you believe his overdone flattery,
But realise this: once he's done and he's gotten what he came for,
Every single flaw and secret will be made into a mockery.

The same voice that sang you praises,
will be shouting words shaped like knives aimed at your heart.

The same tongue that formed you personalised spoken poetry,
will lash out at you,
further crumbling the pieces he promised to put back together.

The man who's good with words rarely means them,
He's mastered them because they are all he has to offer, all he has to bring to the table,
But still you need to fall in love with him and his words,
So you'll know how to treasure the man who doesn't need them.
 Aug 2016 Raihah Mior
NV
i know only how to wear this body like an apology.
like i'm sorry i take up too much space.
like i'm sorry,
i don't feel small enough to fit into your hands.
i wear it like a sin.
like a prayer that never feels answered.
like confessions i keep trying to change.
i wear it like a broken commandment,
because i love thy neighbour,
but i hate myself.
 Jul 2016 Raihah Mior
NV
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 Jul 2016 Raihah Mior
NV
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because all my heartbreaks hang around my neck like charms on a necklace,
i could easily turn into a noose.

and i try let these worries sit on my tongue until they become soft enough for me to swallow them whole.

but my heart,
my heart is barely beating,
like the hands of an antique clock,
someone forgot to wind.
To stand on my own two feet,
To dance in the rain,
To have courage on what I believe,
To argue my opinions,
And to not conform to the black and white world.

To chase after my dreams,
To explore the deepest corners of my heart,
To understand the vast wisdom life offers,
To find my true potential,
And to live up to my expectations.

To imprint a mark on the bare lands,
To strive farther than imagined,
To have the audacity to err,
To captivate myself and others,
And to always see beauty in the ugliest of things.

To remember to find a different perspective,
To inspire,
To live by example,
To be contented with every step,
And to be comfortable in my own skin.

That is who I want to be.
A promise to never lose myself again.
 Jun 2016 Raihah Mior
theblndskr
". . . said I didn't want to create memories,
      the truth is . . .

I don't want to have
 s p e c i a l    m e m o r i e s
life isn't made out of special times . .

    *. . . o r d i n a r y
   m e a n i n g l e s s   things
that  you experience each day,
the moments that you don't even notice
is what makes your life. . .


*Everybody has a fare share of these things."
These are lines from a manga I read,  beautiful isn't it? Title is "blackbird"
 Jun 2016 Raihah Mior
NvrMnd
I am not a woman
No, not a man either
No flesh so keep shush
Crossing borderlines
Of love and hate

Through letters
Perfectly distorted
By motion of emotions
Spilling ink through papers
I am born free to wander

My body is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Slipping through time
Yet keep sailing away
From oblivion*

-I am a poem.
Lately I have this strange feeling of not being a human anymore.
I feel like my biological composition is fleeing and what's left are pure emotions.
And it's actually good, I can be anywhere, be anyone, genderless but still has an identity..
-Equality and Freedom-
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