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Maria Etre Aug 2018
There is a certain
kind of emotion
that's hidden so
deep, away
from the (l)ight
that (o)thers
fail to ha(v)e
the patience
to feel
see
& (e)njoy
"If I Could Give You My Eyes" Series
Hidden Message
Maria Etre Aug 2018
Elegance
em(b)odied
by natur(e)
(a)stonishes
the so(u)l
of every
s(t)anding
e(y)e
"If I Could Give You My Eyes" Series
Hidden Messages
You know about my life,
Specifically, love.
You know my secrets,
I give you all my trust.

You always get sensitive about your eyebrows.
You don't even know how to put eyeshadows.
I don't know if you read this already.
But I wanna say my dear cousin, you are lovely.
Hi :) I made this for my cousin. I'm not sure if it's good because I just made it in 5 minutes. My cousin, if you are reading this, it's me. I was making this while talking to u
Madeleine Apr 2018
I see someone
playing with a stick
that was used for roasting marshmallows
someone who loves throwing things
over the gate off the deck
who always wants to play outside and
never wants to sit and play indoors
someone who will open and close doors
who will throw rocks
into puddles or pools
who will step and stomp in puddles
I watched someone
fall down and get back up
who will keep trying to get something
that they want but knows they cannot have
who will climb on things they shouldn't
and get into things that are not theirs
someone who loves to get *****
and doesn't care
who will get so close, lose it
but continue anyways
I saw and watched someone
who will talk and tell their
stories in many or few words
Wrote this about my little cousin some years back while I was babysitting her and her two brothers
Jiawen 张 Sep 2017
When I was a kid,
All I saw was the care and attention
My cousin was getting.
I wished I was always sick like her.
A crying baby needed others' help.

Now I am an adult,
All I want is to be healthy and independent.
I can't afford to be sick.
I need the energy to wake up everyday.
A strong woman can take care of others.
Julia Mar 2018
Everything you gave to him
you can call right back at whim.
Regardless of physical closeness
a summoned soul returns to her hostess.
Some sections sullied if abandoned
can bleed blackness where they landed.
If a cleansing seems worthwhile
you can try another style.
The soul’s appendices when spent
regenerate with love’s intent.
Hues of blue that softly scatter
soon can spectrum when we matter.
Keep on crying to dry your well;
keep on praying to bind your spell.
Never try to trick a fairy, because that **** will burn you from the inside out forever. Heaven and Hell are here on Earth.
Jenn Coke Nov 2017
I was happy
Before she intruded.
She was probably happy
Before I intruded.

I hoped
They wouldn't commit ******.
She probably hopes
We wouldn't commit to a relationship.

I wished
To separate them.
She probably wishes
To separate us.

I wanted her
Out of the picture.
She probably wants me
Out of the picture.

Then, would all
Return to normal
If she left?
No, all would probably
Return to normal
If I left.
...Even though I'm his true girlfriend
And she's his older female cousin.
Keithlyne Nov 2017
Without you my life will not be the same.
You are one of the reason why i'm being who i am today.

No one will  forget how good person you are.
The memories we collected and i treasured,
is always in my heart and mind.


Since the day i was born,
you were there and i was by your side.

Until the day we last saw you,
Until the night you've gone,
without saying good bye.
Dedicating to my cousin, 1st death anniversary.
Eleni Jun 2017
I may have not known you for long.
But long enough to feel your warm
Embrace, jaunty smile and bright face.

You cradled me when I was a baby-
If only I could have that in my memory.

You came to my new home: smiled because you couldn't smile at yourself: inside.

You spent your days by the beach with your dog, confused at Life, lost.

If only I knew you had no one to turn to. I was here to offer love, more than you could imagine.

I was here if you needed a shoulder
To cry upon, a body to sink into.

I'm glad I didn't see you like your end.
I want to see that happy, joyful girl forever inside my head.

I still feel in touch with you; parallel universes, tying your thoughts on to my dream catcher...

'The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree... with her hand in her ***** and her head upon her knee...'

And as time passes on and you have passed on, you linger
still

Walking rounds among the streets, the country lanes and by still waters.

You were forsaken for your beauty
And now in your name, I will live my life truly.
I've been trying to avoid writing this but I can no longer avoid it. I was in tears when I wrote this. This is a poem dedicated to my cousin who passed away several years ago and took her life. I miss her so much and her presence is still around me. Whenever I feel worthless I think of her and think how much better off I am than she was.
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