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 Jan 2020 Reena Choudhary
Indeed
I see a very precious you a mile long,
In you travels a song.

I see and yet it's not real for you
and I know one day you'll see it too.

You deserve the best of all,
may you get happiness big and small.

achieve all you can,
make a drastic plan.

be very kind and mellow,
even though your teeth are yellow.

all I ever wish for you,
may your dreams come true.

forget all your past year,
wishing you all a very happy decade new year...!!!
i didnt fall in love with this boy,
not this one
                     who tore me to pieces,

and i feel like an angel ,
suffocated in white, my wings were clipped
on the first day you
                                  wanted to kiss me,

and it feels violent,
disgusting,
my halo wasn’t built just to break —

and i did not forgive you,
i never will .

because you were never meant to go to heaven.
It’s so funny I’m not even religious, I just love religion. Ever since I was a child I’ve used it to cope. The title is lyrics from a really dumb song.
“…where a kelpie lived”

     “A little below the bridge was a pool where a kelpie lived.”

               -Sigrid Unset, Kristin Lavransdatter, p. 8

If you are blessed with a little back yard
The smallest of gardens, a bit of grass
Then you have pixies and fairies and sprites
They like you, but they’re awfully shy, you know

If in your garden there is a little pool
Even a dish of water for the cat
Then you have a tiny kelpie or two
(And they are much nicer than you’ve been told)

In flower and leaf and water and soft night air -
Oh, yes, there is sweet magic everywhere
We pay for our restraints, strap them to ourselves
And then we wonder why there is no joy
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
 Dec 2019 Reena Choudhary
c
I spent last night
Crunching numbers

10
Times you led me on

9
Nights we stayed up talking

8
Weeks since you decided I wasn’t worth it

7
Crushed up poems on the floor of my room

6
Outfits thrown aside to make sure I look my best

5
Days I spent trying to get over you

4
Friends that know what we did

3
3 a.m FaceTime calls

2
Coats of mascara

1
Big regret
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
 Dec 2019 Reena Choudhary
Meruem
Habang sinusulat ko itong talata,
Ikaw ang aking naaalala.
Kung ito man ay iyong mababasa,
Sana'y mag-iwan ng magandang alaala.

Hindi inaasahan ang iyong pagdating.
Pagod kong puso, iyong ginising.
Buhay ko'y binigyan ng ningning,
Ikaw lang ang gustong makapiling.

Sa kabila ng lahat ng mga nangyari,
Iyo sanang mawari.
Na ikaw ay laging mananatili,
Sa puso kong ikaw lamang ang nagmamay-ari.
Langga, sorry kaayo sa mga kasalanan ko sayo. Pinagsisisihan ko lahat. Hayaan mo, hindi ka na iiyak ulit. At wag ka ring mag-alala. Sa pag-alis kong to, lagi kong bitbit yung mga magagandang alala at bagay na binigay mo sakin. Kahit san man ako magpunta, ikaw pa rin yung nagbibigay ng dahilan sakin para maging mas mabuting tao, para alagaan ang sarili ko. Sana hindi mo ko makalimutan. Sana maging masaya ka. Alagaan mo sarili mo. Mahal na mahal kita, at sobrang mamimiss kita. ~

Ps. Patuloy lang akong magsusulat ng tula para sayo. Kapag masaya o malungkot, dito nalang kita kakausapin. Dito ko nalang ilalabas lahat ng gusto kong sabihin.
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