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Tanya Louise Nov 2019
this silence breaks at everything.
eyes shake my every being.
little did he know, what we'll be.
I tried haiku for the first time. I think I need a lot more practice, lol
D A W N Nov 2019
u admired me
from a distance.
and when
we
were 2 feet away from
eachother
only then i had
noticed you
fell in love
with me
i miss my old school a lil but i dont have any regrets moving to a new one. Ive been more confident of being who i am now than i was back then
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
I am no Pirate to you.
I am no thief.
I am to you what you are to me.
Treasure.

A Goddess to I.
A Treasure to thee.
Those Sapphire Eyes;
Can never lie to me.

Forever immortalised in my poetry.
Once a Muse, always a muse.
For a muse doesn't die.
A muse, like a volcano: sleeps.

Seeking to be awakened.
Seeking the Robins to embrace the cold winter.
Seeking the Sparrows to wonder the oceans.
Seeking the Sirens to sing sweet melodies.

A Muse is an un sinkable ship.
Holding tight to its treasure.
Protected by its Goddess.
Drifting slowly along the current.
Joy Nov 2019
I like me
when I'm around you.
I like my body
when it's with yours.
I like your body
when it's with mine.
I like me and you.
And I like you and me.
I like me & you when we are in proximity.
I like you&me as close as we can be.
I like meyou conjoined.
I like you when you fuse with me.
And I like it when it's we.
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
Its
I know what it is.

Its us talking for hours.
Its us not seeing time pass us by.
Its us thinking of what could be.
Its us wanting to know where it will go.
Its us dreaming, hoping, wondering.
Its us wanting to feel each other.
Its us...

I know what I want.

Its me wanting to kiss you.
Its me wanting to prove myself.
Its me protecting you.
Its me making sure youre all right.
Its me wanting you.
Its me trying to fix things.
Its me...
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
It feels like the storm has passed.
But the cold can still be felt.
The ground is still wet.
And the lighting can still be seen from a distance.

I am tired. Exhausted.
I want to feel positive, but it only comes out with you.
You made me smile.
You're helping me recover from the wreckage.

Its really hard...to stop.
Its mentally draining.
I could talk to you for hours,
And not even feel exhausted.

But the way you push me away
Makes me want to bounce back to you.
How? Why? When will it end?
I cant tell. I don't want to know.

Let me lean on you and kiss your soft lips.
Let me grab your waist and touch your face.
Let me look into your eyes for hours without end.
Allow me go get in.

I understand. You're not mine.
Being forbidden doesn't make you more desirable.
I've come to realise its not that kind of excitement.
Its not that that makes me want you.

You've got something.
Maybe its something I always wanted.
Or maybe a part of me.
I cant tell....im just mesmerised.
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
The wind howls from the north.
A cold blizzard has struck;
Leaving the man astray;
But the poet couldn't stop.

A horseman approaches...
Fate? Death? Destiny?
None of those;
It was reality.

The reality of a memory never forgotten.
The reality of a touch never betrayed.
The reality of a gaze upon ones glass eyes never amiss.
The reality if it being what it is.

The winter sparrow tells an Autumn tale of lust
Medusa engraved the moment on Smokey Quartz.
The witch added the forbidden lovers spice to the brew.
And the horsemen rode off into the night with all he could take.

Yet, the poet lusts for more.
His muse, she too wants that.
But what is may never be...
Or could they both be wrong?

Only time can tell
What only the moon knows.
Until the winds howl again.
Unless they never stop.
Winter Sparrow Nov 2019
Like an Sparrow through the night,
She shot by.
Unaware of what she might hit.
And straight trough me it went.

What a lady she is...
Gentle and sweet, when she holds your hand.
Moulding and mesmerising, when she comes in for a hug.

Straight flowing hair, like arabian cloth.
Smooth skin, like a canvas ready to be painted.
Light eyes, that just like Alice's rabbit hole,
Keep dragging you deeper and deeper.

But what does her most justice, is no feature on the outside, no curve nor stare.
Its her enthusiasm and song.
Her creativity and voice.

Like a siren singing tunes,
Hoping to lure sailors in.
As soon as her voice hit a tune.
She dragged this sailor in.  

Shes a Siren and a Sparrow!
Adventurous, brave, bold...romantic.
Free, powerful and mysterious.
She's a Ballad.
ava Nov 2019
i was a freshman
you were a senior
you didn't know me,
i didn't know you
but for some reason
i was infatuated
with you
you weren't even that cute,
i just, for some reason
i couldn't stop thinking about you
i got so sad about you
and i remember we would pass each other
in the hall
three times a day
and each time i would get
so nervous
i don't know why
you made me so anxious
and sad
why?
i will never know that myself
this infatuation with you,
it was so confusing
i will never understand it
and then came sticky june,
sunflower dresses and dr martens
and you left
of course you left,
you were a senior
and i was so sad about that
for some reason
i would never see you again,
i guess that's why
but at the same time i was
relieved
because you made me so nervous
i'm sorry,
senior boy
you never knew me
and i never knew you
but i still think of you
sometimes,
andrew
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