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Gopika Krishna Jun 2021
With every long hair oil massages and
the long tea break on sunday evenings,
mother told me the stories that she lived,
rich with genres.
The ones with her siblings are my favorite,
but there are these little stories that she often repeats.
some brings a tear or two,
and she sips the tea and says what else she could have done other than accepting.
Even with the colorful, rich genres of stories, she never had a dream.
And everytime it makes me realize how much it means to have a dream.

-Gopika Krishna
Lane O Aug 2020
a tea bag steeping
diffusing in porcelain
drink and be happy
روبرت Dec 2018
Chamomile and roses
Their warmth circles the frosty air
My nose is tickled with comfort and grace
You words steeped in love
Could life be this simple?
Emma Dec 2018
cough and sneezing at day
headache and wheezy at the night
teatime cure needed now
I had to leave school early because I was sick asf. I've missed 7 days of school so far...ugh I hate my immune system's weakness :( I know that I'll be getting even more sick in the future?
I felt like smooth sweet tea
poured into brittle porcelain
it was a sense of, I would say
a guilty, blue satisfaction-
of being consumed by others
I'll be gone, as the empty cup
hits the table, 'ting!' as the
sound strikes the white noise
the windows to the noisy world
all gone, shut again, no more
to my eyes, to my ears, no more
I have become the bitter stain
left on white beautiful porcelain
easy to spot, and wipe the last of me
as I sink into the terrible drain
I shall never be seen again
this time, this is the last change
life is lost to peace, that ends pain

-Kaya
Choking Angel Apr 2016
Tea
I wish someone would look as me like I look at tea.
shooshu Dec 2015
Game on?
I don't do leagues.
PG?
I got some tips:
when
I'm done,
it's still
unlikely.
|| shoo.shu ||
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