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 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Mikaila
I hate you
Almost as much as I want you.
And I love you
So much more than that.
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Xyns
Regret
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Xyns
It's more than just
The lust
That tortures us
It's the trust

We both make
That mistake
And we regret it
With every breath we take
Don't ever fall in love with a poet
because they will indeed admire and watch your every move
they will write about how the pen marks on the side of your palm when you write
don't ever because they will trace
every single freckle you have on your face and
write about the color of each and every one of them and
describe how they smile so brightly under the sunlight
they will want you to want to know every little thing about them
even if it's just what hand they write with and want you
to be wondering why they write with that specific hand when in
reality it doesn't even matter

the poet will watch the way you dig
your eyes onto that book and your small quick remarks onto the 26 letters all crumpled together and will know that everyday at 5:28 p.m. you smile

they will look deeply into your eyes
to see if they can at least take a little
peak of your soul and they will write
about you like if you were the only
thing they see good in this world

they will want to know what you think
about when you look at them and
see if you also count each and
every freckle and hope and write  
that you do but they will
love you endlessly and they will
show you that they love you and only you

but don't date a poet if you aren't
capable to watch them and
admire their imperfections
when they sleep late at night
beside you.

j.f
Hurt me once
Hurt me twice
Leave a scar
Haunt my life

See me fall
See me break
Laugh at what
I cannot take

Make me love and
Grant my wish
Seal it all
With a painful kiss

Emotionally torn
Exhausted, abused
A hazy fog
Perpetually confused

Gone right now
Gone for good
Life played out
The way it should

Yet still you lurk
And steal my breath
Our unknown thoughts
An inevitable death
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Mikaila
Spin me a web of lies and fear and cruelty
Stick me fast inside
And I will turn it to gold from the center
On out.
It is my gift.
I will have faith in you
That puts churches to ruin.
I will love you
In a way that shames mothers.
I will light you up
So bright it pales the sun.
You have seen waves of my consuming passion dash themselves upon the sharp rocks of my soul
But you have not seen me alight.
It is my gift.
I make things lovely.
I make them matter.
I make them
Breathtaking.
With my eyes
I make the world your temple.
I will have the kind of faith in you
That puts churches to ruin.
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Xyns
Tragic
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Xyns
The love I feel for you
Is almost heartbreaking
I see the way you
Look at me
As though you're looking into me

The tormented shadow
I saw in your eyes
When they said
I'd be torn away from you
Opened fresh, stinging wounds

The way you understand
That I'm falling apart
Within myself
A little more everyday
Cripples my already limping heart

The tainted laughter
Shared between us
That I never fight
Only regret later on
Makes the pain nearly bearable

The feeling of being accepted
In an unconditional way
Is like an adrenaline rush
In my weary veins
And almost revives the hope I let die
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Xyns
15w
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Xyns
15w
It's easy to lose yourself
In your dreams
And forget what actually is
Your reality
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Mikaila
They told me to cry
However I could
And I said your name into the floor
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
You have many names
To me
And I said that one to the smooth wooden boards
Against my cheek.
I'm sorry
Is what I call you
At night before I go to sleep
And when I wake up in the morning.
All of your names can pull tears from me
But that one
Works the best.
Sometimes you are god
And sometimes you are lover
And sometimes you are the universe
In its vastness
Brighter than all the stars
But always I can call you
I'm sorry
And know that you will hear me.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
Sign your name into my ribs
So that it may touch every breath I take.
They asked me to cry
And I cried.
And when I rose
Your name sank through my chest and into my stomach
Like a stone
And it is still there,
Cool and unyielding
But solid.
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Mikaila
One day I woke up
And there was green grass outside
And tiny flowers pushing through the tree bark
And I knew
You were coming home.
 Apr 2014 Riya Walia
Mikaila
You promised!
It might have been the loudest thing I ever said in that classroom.
It bounced off the walls.
You promised.
They said
Say your lines
And I tried
But it was chaos
And I wrote you a poem in screams
That will never be published
And in that moment I uncovered the truth-
That you will see stages.
You will see packed audiences and intimate theaters
You will see rehearsal spaces and ballet mirrors.
I will write you poems in screams and tears
And love scenes
Across my entire life.
You promised!
My lines became my voice
And I spoke to your ghost in the air before me.
Nobody could hear that my words had slipped
Into new ones
Because they were all slipping too,
Lost in their own grief,
And I had my time with you
To ask you why
In anger
To beg you not to go
In fear
To say
You promised
With anguish
And let it bounce off the walls.
You, lover,
You will see stages
You will move audiences.
You will fill my soul like you did today
And it will finally bring somebody other than me
To their knees.
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