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  Jun 2014 Sophia
Deneka Raquel
Real eyes..

Realize...

Realities.

I prefer fantasies.

Because its the
only
place
we
can
be.
Realities are not made

for
dreamers
like
me.
dreamer dream reality
us
  Jun 2014 Sophia
Sarah
I. You told me that you saw the universe in my eyes whenever we stared at each other for longer than six seconds. The universe is infinite and I thought you were comparing it to our love.

II. You fell in love with the way I laughed and acted around you because I reminded you of a rose bud that you planted on your garden. Little did you know, a rose has its thorns and I'm guessing you weren't prepared for that.

III. The first time you looked at me with tears streaming down my cheeks, you blamed me for being so ugly looking. I was cursing myself when you walked out the door and didn't look back.

IV. Months after you left and I was buried deep under the ground, he found me. ***** and covered in mud, he washed me from head to toe. I knew I'd fall for him.

V. He and I had our first kiss on New Year's Eve and he gave me hope more than you ever did. I knew I deserved him.

VI. I saw you walking down the street while I was holding his hand and the next thing I knew, you were screaming so loud I could barely understand what you said. Later, I found out that you were cursing me for being freed by him from where you buried me.

VII. I found a letter by the front door the very next day and all that it said was how the writer could still see the mud on my face and on my back, just like the last time they saw me. I knew the writer was you.

VIII. The night he found out about the letter, he hugged me ever so tightly and he swore he wouldn't let anybody harm me. Let the Power above dealt with the problem.

IX. I'm happier than ever now that I know I have someone whom I can hold on to. I don't even see any mud on my face; it is you who's covered with dirt the most.
I wrote this for my friend and I thought, well, I'd post it here!
Sophia Jun 2014
It's just one of those days;

Those days you feel
the passage of time etching
its mark on humanity,

Days where you
realise how
much the
world has wronged you

Stained your
face and body
with
empty promises
and overbearing
judgment

It's one of those days
where you feel

*Insignificant.
(This was originally made as a comic page panel I made, so I tried to change the structure a bit to fit as a poem without pictures etc. Hope it doesn't ruin it!)
  May 2014 Sophia
Kamarudheen Amayam
Why father,      
has his eyes been shut so forcefully?

Perhaps to see nothing more.

Why then plug his ears and nose with cotton?

Maybe to keep out desires
that sounds and smells bring.

Why then tie up his jaws and toes?

Perhaps to unite no more
Or move no more.

Poor mankind
Laid out on the floor,
What can he do?

Perhaps he is thinking!

Only the dead can think
Seriously about life,
Only then time permits.
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  May 2014 Sophia
Auss
I wage war
That's never been seen before
Is sanity worth fighting for?
I'm not really sure

Insanity?
A calamity?
I call it individuality!

Who is Society
To create this hypocrisy?!?
It seems like such a tragedy
To waste such ingenuity
To dull the creativity
Sophia May 2014
I wish i was empty
void of life, void of emotions
because only then
would I not bother with this facade

Putting on smiles as fake
as my friends' concern,
lying has become my second tongue

And I wish I could spill the sadness
in my soul to you
but dear I'm afraid you'd
drown.
(Sorry it's sappy and all, but I had a lot of bottled up feelings when I scribbled this down in a journal, hahah. This is my first post, so I'm still not sure how things work on these site so um..yeah, I'm ranting now, sorry. Hope you enjoy!)
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