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Janine Tan Mar 2017
I crave for you
When its one in the morning
All I hear is the kinesis of
My heart, thumping heavier
Than the screams of
Our Forbidden Love
Janine Tan Apr 2015
Pain-
It's so safe here
My haven
Where would I go?

Misery-
I'm so used to this
My destiny
What can I do?

Agony-
It feels so right
My companion
Should I run from you?

Emptiness-
You're eating me up
My nightmare
Do I continue to deny you?
My 2 am thoughts.
Janine Tan Feb 2017
I know its a cliche to say how time flies when I'm with you
But I'll say it anyway
Two hours and thirty minutes
isn't enough talking with you

I know its a cliche to say I only see you
but I'll say it anyway
Men may try to flirt me but I'll say
No all the way

I know its a cliche to say your voice sounds like music to my ear
but I'll say it anyway
I can listen to you all day- no,
make it all night
and I swear, your laugh is the sweetest thing in the world

I know its cliche to say my heart skips a beat when I see you
But I'll say it any way
Why do you think I sleep so late honey?

I know its a cliche to say I'm having butterflies in my stomach
but I'll say it anyway
You flatter me like I'm Angelina Jolie
Or Megan Fox
As funny as it sounds, trust me when I say
I believe you

I know its a cliche to say only fools rush in
But I'll say it anyway
I think I like you Mister.
another poem! Yay!
Janine Tan May 2017
We are indefinitely saying good bye
With words of I love you and tears of I miss you
I thought love can conquer all.
Janine Tan Dec 2014
I find myself, once again
Looking on these pure white sheets
Trying to write poem of you and me
Of me and . . . me
I know, these are nothing but words
That holds the longing of my heart
Of you, whom that breaks me apart.
I don't really know. Is it right to miss someone you don't know?
Janine Tan Apr 2015
I saw him when I was fifteen
He was beautiful in his arduous garb, sweeping every girls feet to their seat
Thrusting even to the bottomless pit of rivalry and race
Like an eagle soaring high and high

Flattering eyes gazes on his way
But he fixes his to mine, penetrating all the way to my spine
I’m in owe-always – to his stunning existence
But so is the creation’s sense

Victory is his, oh how I wish that’s what was always meant
When the wind starts to change its course
How unfortunate for the dry ground’s fate
To lose in battle when the war hasn’t even began

Now my love cries out from pain
Like a mother who lost her babe, a groom who’s left in the altar by his bride
Tears running on his rosy cheek
Oh nation! Hear the moans of your dying land

Look at him! Once was exalted, now the object of mockery
Beaten, crushed, destroyed, abandoned and unloved
Wailing like a child, pleading for a cause
Love me again like you did before, oh just love me again…

Rain, my pain’s best countenance
Quakes are the throbbing of my depths
Precious one, how long will you ignore the weeping of your ardent lover?
To be in my arms yet yearning for Martian’s touch

Beautiful memories wilting slowly in my mind
With the broken pieces of my heart in hand
Look at me my bride, not with disdain but with adoration
For I might leave you sooner than the rising of the sun

Kiss me with your passionate affection before I perish
Possess me once more! Let your warmth embrace my suffering and misery
Hugged me to your breast until I renew my strength
Once more, come and be mine until I give my last breath
I wrote this with someone in mind, but now, reading it again, i don't even know what i'm talking about. -.-"
Janine Tan Mar 2017
I met her at the edge of my day one
She is a combination of a flower and a pearl
An ubiquitous rose every fourteenth of February
And a gem enthralling everyone’s attention

At least that’s what I thought

Her once luminous radiance is now covered with grime
Slowly. . . trying to shine for others but still losing the light
she became a reflection of sunshine in eyes full of fears
A drop of her tears could drown you in a whirlwind of sorrow

I told her she’s as bright as the sun in summer
She said, only if winter can stay with summer
I said, stopped with the nonsense in your head
She responded, How can I when I’m dead as the
Memories of Titanic’s fame?

She was once a combination of a flower and a pearl.
Now, a wilt rose left dancing on a spider’s web
A pearl buried in treasure box dealing with
Life’s conundrum of grief and warmth
Of death and birth.
To my friend who undergoes depression. I hope you see how enough you are.
Janine Tan Feb 2017
He came like the rain.
And I’ve always been fascinated with rains.

At first he was a dew, he smelled good and it felt good.

Then without knowing he became drizzle and I enjoyed him. Sometimes He makes me feel light, sometimes he makes me greedy.
Every drop of this precious drizzle
makes my heart yearn for more, pound for more.

And to my request, He became the rain.
There was no restriction now.
No limit, just pure fun.

I love the rain. But he was not the rain.
He was him.A body with soul.
He made me laugh and hope.
He made me naked grow weary
More of him and I drowned.

I thought I was in love with the drops of his kisses
I thought I was in love with the floods of his affection
The comfort he brings
when I’m on the edge of the sweltering heat of depression.
I thought I was in it for the rain.

I was delusional.
I was conquered by my loneliness,
my impiousness
and suddenly
You became a storm.
I guess its time to say good bye?

— The End —