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Ralph Albors Mar 2014
Because the night refused to slip away,
I offered you a place beside me, on the bed.
We spent the night cuddling, smoking,
Exchanging words previously unsaid.

Because the night refused to show the moon,
We set up torches to light up the yard,
And we had dinner on top of a cloth,
Below millions of stars reflected on your cornea.

Because the night refused to see us,
We kissed and danced and napped.
We flirted and smoked again.
We explored each other in the torchlight.

Because the night refused to keep clouds away,
It started raining, so we ran inside.
I kissed your neck, your chest, your belly,
I kissed all of you, even the parts you hate.

Because the night refused to stay awake,
The sun caught us laying on the bed,
Only bedsheets covering our bodies,
Only love surrounding the room.

Because the night refused,
We loved each other.
Ralph Albors Mar 2014
My heart aches when I remember
The time we spent together
Talking, laughing, smiling, loving.

But time fades memories away
Like an old Polaroid without an owner.
All that's left is pain and torment.

A few tears can bring a whole fortress down,
As long as the pain is directed to the heart,
And nothing is left, but a terrible scar.

I want you, but I don't want you.
Unfinished poem from a while back.
Ralph Albors Mar 2014
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives,
No matter how important they are,
Or how great they make me feel.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

That is the one flaw I hate the most.
People start distancing themselves
Because I don't spend time with them.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

Can you really judge me for being flawed?
Nobody's perfect, but I guess I'm less perfect
Than everybody else.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

So if my friends are not pushy,
They will barely hang out with me,
And that's why I have a small number of friends.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.

A few months later, I reappear.
I expect them to act as they did before,
But I always find myself ousted, replaced.
I  tend  to  disappear  from  people's  lives.
Ralph Albors Feb 2014
As much as I try,
I cannot write.
Phantom words inhabit my mind,
And I am unable to write them down.
What is dead should stay dead:
My words are no more.
Ralph Albors Feb 2014
Dear mother, father, brothers, and friends,
What is happiness, but a trend?
I never found it, but I did crave it.

I spent day and night crying over a lost love,
A lost chance, a forgotten friend, a speck of dust.
Everywhere I looked, I saw the beauty I couldn't find in me.
And it pained me so. It pained me quite so.

A wonderful world ruined by a broken soul
Is not such a wonderful world, is it?
I could not stand ruining other people's happiness,
When I knew I would never find it.

Once, a friend told me that just like love,
Happiness finds you.
But I guess the line was long enough already,
And all the operators were occupied.

I shall join all the forgotten souls,
All the dead ones somebody used to love or hate.
In happiness, in love, in bliss, in joy, in death.
Goodnight, and joy be with you all.
I am not committing suicide.
Ralph Albors Feb 2014
I am a television show with no viewers,
a band with no audience,
a book with no readers,
a speaker with no listeners,
a tour guide with no tourists,
a website with no users.

Whatever lies within me
is unbeknownst to the world.
Whatever I have to offer,
goes by unnoticed.

I am a passport with no picture,
a street with no name.
Ralph Albors Feb 2014
Would you let me love all of you?
Not just for your quirks and flirty quips,
But also for the way new galaxies are discovered
By just peering into your eyes,
And how you make any flower bloom when you talk.

Would you let me love all of you?
Every single thing about you,
Not just what you're comfortable with,
Like how your voice sometimes breaks up,
Or how you get all emotional when you least expect it,
And how you crave ***, like every other sentient being.

Would you let me love all of you?
From your big toes to your sharp nose,
From your speech tone to your singing voice,
From your nerdy half to your silly self,
From your depressed moments to your blissful days,
Even the part of you that doesn't love herself.

Would you let me love you, *all of you?
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