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So you see
there is no
place for us
We must
create it
Being born outside
of the context
It does us no good to pretend
there is some safe space
That if we protect
this body
our mind may not be
corrupted
I will not be a black stone
hard and holding all of the worlds bad energy
I am not broken
The rules are
We are
you lit a match on my heart
told me your name was trouble from the start
and yet you made me believe that you were wrong about yourself
i still wonder what i would be like if i had known what
would happen from the start after all

darling, you taught me love was like a game of cards and
once you lose you should never play twice

the ironic part is that you've never made a bet and
yet you gamble with desire

and maybe we still would've made it,
after all you always did have a good poker face
oh but what a shame sweetheart you were nothing
but a mirage and hid everything behind a facade
and even though this game of hearts is long over; it ended like
a blaze leaving nothing but ashes in it's wake
i still think about how well you played and if it was all a lie
after all after a pack of cigarettes in and a bottle of gin
you never really had a good poker face maybe
if the tables were turned i would've won but i guess we'll
never know because you taught me that love was
a game of cards and once you lose you should never play twice

(h.l.)
Jasey Rae by all time low : "I've never told a lie/And that makes me a liar/I've never made a bet/But we gamble with desire/I've never lit a match/With intent to start a fire
But recently the flames are getting out of control,"
That perfect moment when your between steps
When you dare to look at the sky
And watch the marshmallows floating by

That perfect moment when time stands still
As you watch the birds on the window sill

That perfect moment when you meet for the first time
And you can't catch a gulp of air
As you wonder how someone so perfect is there

That perfect moment when you walk under the autum tree
The falling leaves a perfect sight
Like colorful birds taking flight

That perfect moment when that first snowflake falls
Gently coating your chilly head
And you forget the winter dread

That perfect moment when you watch the children play
And you remember when you were young
And all the crazy things you did for fun

That perfect moment when you roll down a hill
As your head hits the soft plush grass
You realize how small the world may be
And your a tiny speck of happy impossible to see

Then all these fleeting moments are gone
Forgotten verses in life's unending song
Please like if you've ever felt a tiny moment like this for just a second ( or if you like my poem) and please repost, not enough people appreciate the small things in life
 Oct 2014 Renukha Selvaraja
Rupal
Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...
1AM, i was
gently shoved
out of a dream
in which i was
thrown into some
type of parallel
where

you
      and
              i

had never spoke
more than a mere
"excuse me"
walking into school
one morning
holding a glass door
open

i have spent
the last 5 hours
trying to get
this scene out of
my head.

even in a universe
where you had
never squeezed my
hand twice, like a
pulse, or sat on
your porch with
your cigarettes we
shared and two
glasses of orange,
i left my lipstick
on everything
you'd have thought
i would be more
permanent --

even then
i spent the rest
of my dream
thinking
about how
7:45AM
looks so
good on
you.
it's been so long that i wouldn't know you anymore. i don't know why i hold on to this so tightly.
Roses are red
Violates are blue
If I had a brick
I'd throw it at you
<3
I'm prettyyy sure this ISN'T original haha
"Why are you so irresistible to me?"
"Why are YOU so irresistible to ME?

Love is a funny thing
And being in love is an even funnier thing

We are young
And full of love
And completely in love
Not just with each other
But with each and every moment we spend together
Every single memory of us that we possess
In every crease and crevice of our minds
Every single kiss
Every single embrace
All of it*
We are full of love
And we are young
And we are completely in love

Do you know what it is like to make love almost every single day?
Sometimes even twice a day at that
Do you know what it feels like saying goodbye to someone so passionately it makes your knees weak?
Like it will be the last time you will ever see them again
Even though you saw them yesterday and will probably even see them later
If not then, than definitely tomorrow

Do you see how funny of a thing this all is?
I am making light of it
But it is pretty serious
I mean
Not to me
But to him
Because he is a man
And saw love fail terribly as a small child

So this love thing is a very serious matter
But not to me
That is why I say it is such a funny thing
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