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Pao May 2018
Born in the eclipse
Of summer and autumn
Her heart glowed like fireflies
In the night sky
Her laughter drowned her sorrows
Laying in the meadow
Of rosemary.

She stared deeply into the stars above
Memories of her past lover
Imprinted her brain
The way he held her in his arms
Empty, yet close
The way he gave her an idle smile.

She knew he was hollow
The way he smoked his cigarettes with ease
Ready to break her heart
She knew he would leave her
The way he told her he felt nothing
When they kissed in his bedroom
She knew he was afraid
Afraid of what they might be again.
I wrote this poem simply to get my emotions out over my past relationship. I needed an outlet to deal with my thoughts and the pain. With the person I was with, nothing felt real. It was all empty. It was wasted love. I was born in the last days of August. Hence, I’m a summer child with a little bit of autumn in me.  This is for all the ex-lovers who gave up on love but still have a bit of hope inside of them.
Pao May 2018
Wasted love
That's what we were
Time always tells
Where we stand
I'm crippling inside
With all the things I’ve left behind

Growing up is never easy
Letting you go was never easy
It brought me to tears
Every night I thought of you

Sitting by my bedside
My heart sinking
Within my chest
Wasted love
That's what we were

Time always tells
Where we stand
I’m crippling inside  
With my mind on the clouds
Because I can't seem  
To get you out of my life

All the damage you have done
All the lies you have told
I can't seem to forget
All the times we have spent together.
Wasted love

That's what we are  
Time always tells
Where we stand
I’m crippling inside  
With all the things I left behind

It's time for me to say goodbye
It's time for me to say goodbye
It's time
It's time
To say goodbye,
Wasted love
I wrote this as a song. There is a lot of repetition and very simple sentences.
Pao May 2018
Hell bends when you glare up into the clouds above your head
The Sun glows with its light, gleaming upon your hopeful eyes
You reach up into the transparent blue sky
Fingers rippling heaven, patiently waiting for you

Heaven is in the palm of your hand
You wield the power of it
It's yours for the taking
Yet you shed icy tears

For what?
You miss your home?
You miss the comfort of your brothers and sisters?
Your heart aches for solace?

When heaven is knocking at your door
Welcoming you to come inside and sit by their wooden table
Hell bends and breaks
You are what they fear

Your mistakes cannot redeem you for what you've done
Heaven has already redeemed you
And hell only fears your presence
This is ironic because I don't believe in the concept of heaven or hell. I was reading a lot of Game of Thrones in 2016 when I wrote this and the idea for this poem spurred up. This is in no way tied to religious beliefs because I am not a catholic nor a christian.
Pao May 2018
falling apart was never simple
always in the back of my mind
an impulsive reaction
to the love wasted on you

falling apart was never simple
i always had to pull back when the fire burned too quickly
sizzling away at my unsteady heartbeat

i am not angry with what we went through
i am not angry at what i've felt all these years
i am hopeless

falling apart was never simple
you pulled me like strings in the middle of winter's bitter evening
the crescendo of my screams mixing with the wind

falling apart was never simple
we all make mistakes
but this is the one i can never forgive
I wrote this back in July 2017.
Pao May 2018
Write until the chapter ends
Kick it into overdrive

Let your complex thoughts spill onto the blank paper before you
Let your ideas float and wonder
Let your imagination run wild

Spill the ink

Make a canvas with the black ink
Make a sculpture with your words
Make something that's captivating and bold

That screams pain
Screams power and passion

Let it out
Let it roar

Let your hand ache
Let your heart ache

Spill until you run short
Spill until your brain says enough is enough

Create art
Create originality
Create memories
To help with the writers block.
Pao May 2018
my hands shake in your touch
your perfume lingers in my mind
i'm in a constant loop
of wanting to kiss you
and wanting you to explore my body  

oh girls, they make your knees tremble
kissing you softly around your chest
tenderly picking at your skin
begging for more

oh girls, they leave you breathless in the summer night
their hips swaying on the dance floor
hypnotic, leaving you speechless

i'm in a constant loop
of wanting to kiss you
and wanting to explore your body
hypnotic, you leave me speechless

i want it
i want it

temptation is my weakness
the devil is my witness
What can I say, girls are magical and loving girls is beautiful. This is for all the folks with scorpio mars placements.
Pao May 2018
you are a storm in the sea around you
my words don't express much
but your eyes twinkle in the starlight
heavenly, even the gods are envious of you
your heart of gold beats louder than any lion in the wild

it's all you
it's you whom they want
it's you whom they seek
enticing, your thoughts bigger than your own words
you are celestial  

take your hand in mine
twiddle with my thumb
i'll keep your heart in my palm
i'll keep you warm
safe, even build you a home

a woman sculpted out of ocean waves  
you are celestial
I believe I wrote this in 2016 and I was working on telling a story in poetry. I write poems about my experiences but sometimes it doesn't have to be that way. I wanted to paint a picture to the readers even though what I am writing about has never happened to me. This is for the femme fatale.
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