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Ysa Pa Apr 2016
If given a choice, I would decide
To go along for the ride
As long as you're with me
I'm willing to bet on the uncertainty
Of that so called infinity
And sought after eternity
Transport to a world of color
With the touch of our lasting ardor
I offer you this life and forever
Whichever would last longer
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
The dimmed sky, but no sign of rain
The ticking watch signaling rush hour
Being compressed in an overpopulated train
The heavy traffic composed of horsepower
The deadlines to meet and the  city's commotion
The crowded streets like scattered jigsaw
My missing glasses and blurry vision
And the sight of you that **I still saw
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
A flare too risky to hold
A flame too hot for the coldest of the cold
A blaze unable to be glanced upon
A ludicrous conflagration
A spark too absurd to illuminate
A burn too dangerous to reciprocate
An ignited too deadly too recall
An incineration that ends all
An inflamed too painful to understand
An inferno too impossible to withstand
A meaningless and lifeless torch
A hopelessly cold and unfeeling scorch
Those are all the fires I knew
Then I encountered a fire that's true
I got too used to heat that I forgot
The difference between warmth and hot
You introduced a fiery fervor
I learned of a feverish ardor
Now that I have fallen in love so selfishly
To use your fire fueled by ardency
To warm up my heart that's burned and icy
Will you allow me?
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
Behind feelings gone wrong
Underneath each written song
There's a poet who writes
Lyrics and stanzas each night
With the slightest thought of you
Have you realized you're one of the lucky few?
To have received feelings ought to be conserved
To be written words that you don't even deserve
That our love for you would be preserved
And that for you, a part of our soul has been reserved
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
The man who can never be mine


And


The girl left behind
I don't think that there's anything left to say...
Declan Quinn Apr 2016
Orwellian insight provoking apocalyptic visions of prophetic rodents,
Mammalian entropy divining inconsequential apathy,
Veracity overshadowed by facility,
Empathy vanquished by semblances of narcissistic affliction.
Alacrity a surrogate for hollow accomplishment.
Disturbances are null and frivolous in midweek ennui.
Trying something...
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
Cried myself a river
Drowned in my own tears
Screamed at the top of my lungs
With a voice no one seems to hear

Try to understand what you don't know
Please feel what I do not openly show
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
And as you left that quick
You became my favorite mnemonic
That I am alive and loving
That I'm breathless but still breathing
The way you made me recall
Is both my mountain-top and pitfall
The way I was reminded
Is too hurting, too conceited
But, you are my favorite pain
Reminding me I'm alive through fiery rain
Making me feel by pulling heart strings
Pain reminds of life through stings
Every single detail has your shadow
Reminding me of us, everywhere I go
You made it seem so easy to forget everything
You made it feel like those times meant nothing
That what we had mattered only to me
Now all those we shared resonate with agony
As you abandoned me without hesitation
I arrived with a dreadful realization
You justified why storms are named...
After people, since they can damage just the same
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
The windows of her soul can
Vanish all the galaxies known to man
Her enticing windows are
The envy of all the stars
The birthplace of dreams
The comforter of screams
Hers are windows that captures
All of the moon's glow and raptures
Containing both shadows and daylight
Illuminating the darkest of midnight
More alluring than a sky unexplored
But at that night, the sky it poured
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
I never before flirted so willingly
With flames that burned so icily
My first 12w, forgive me because I can't come up with a title
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