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You watched me as I trace your veins
like they were train tracks to Neverland.
You watched me as I interlock our hands
like they were padlocks to our bodies.
You watched me as I cling onto your body
like they were electrons and protons.
You watched me as I smile with my crooked teeth
like they were the cutest sets of teeth you've ever seen.
You watched me as I talk about my worries in life
like they were the crucial news on TV.
You watched me as I cry my burdens out
like they were poison in my veins.
And as you watch me..
You held every piece of me in your arms
like they were the most fragile home décor.
You kissed and filled me with words of love
like they were the antidote to my poisoned wounds.
You cupped my face and locked your eyes on mine
like they were bright streetlamps glistening a dark alley.
You stroked the strands of my hair and tucked them behind
like they were delicate silks given from the Gods.
You breathe through my ear the promises of forever
like they were my religion I worship every now and then.
By a kitten's innocence,
A boy was fascinated.
"She hasn't met the world,"
The boy said.

"Have you met the world?"
Asked his brother.
"I know of killers and thieves,"
Was the boy's answer.

Not of sights, adventures,
Of love, life and its secrets.
By the world's cruelty,
A boy was disenchanted.
Inspired by an exchange I witnessed. Nonverbatim.
I'm scared of the unknown, the dark
Scared of what I can't see,
Scared of slipping, falling to my death
Scared of permanent injury.
Mom, I'm still a little boy.
Mom, save me from my fears.
...
I'm terrified of you dying. Never, please.
It scares the **** out of me.
I ******* love my mother more than anything in the entire universe, no question.
I've nothing to write.
Motivation's hard to find.
Help, I'm uninspired.
I don't know why I insist on rhyming. I really am uninspired though.
It's those with teeth that God gives meat
He doesn't give burdens to them not fit
Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle.
Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love.
It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest.
It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.
 May 2015 teriyakimandi
K
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 May 2015 teriyakimandi
K
Let me write you a love letter,
a letter to sing my heart out better
to pour my emotions
and express my commotions
so it goes...




















nothing! because that's what I felt
the moment you left,
As empty as this blank space
left alone in this phase..
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