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He
His eyes never lie
At least they try
They don’t disguise
and never cry

They are the door
to his fragile soul
Like a secret passage
just a tiny hole

His soul  twinkles
coup de main
Like a sprinkle
not the rain

It is gentle
and it is frail
Like the wind
with no trail

His eyes never lie
and his soul too
They make me smile
when I feel blue

They raise me up
far from the floor
They make me dream
and wish for some more
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
Lunar
kisses
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
Lunar
i've been kissed by the wind
by my parents
by my dog
by the waves
by the sunshine
by my best friends
but i haven't been kissed by you
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
Traveler
Who can forget
The black that stains a soul
I wish I were a simpleton
Whose regrets could just let go

Yet life is not designed
For any second chance relief
Once  you've crossed the line
You create such new beliefs…
Traveler Tim
re po
I fought against being clingy
Despite your requests
Because i knew
Once i became clingy
You'd see me for my weakness
Not for my strength
And our blossoming love
Would forever die and fade





*Oh how right i was
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
martin
'
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
martin
'
I'm just a little apostrophe
So won't you please be nice to me
Use me when there's a letter missed out
Or when it's possession you're talking about
But when you write plurals just leave me out!
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
Morgan
eternity
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
Morgan
he interrupted me
in the middle of
an earth shatteringly
pointless story
to tell me i had
a cute laugh,
in a smoke-filled
garage infront of
all of our friends.
i said,
"alright dude
*******"


that night
i slept in the fetal
position with four blankets
and craved his skin so
bad i didn't even notice
that i bit my lip
until the pool of blood
collecting inside the deep ditch
of my gums, began to taste
of hot metal

today he texted me
while i was at work
and asked if he could
bring me a coffee
i looked at myself
in the bathroom mirror,
sighed and told him
we were busy
then i bought a
coffee for myself,
let the bitter sweet
warm liquid
linger on my tongue
and pretended
it was his lips

alone is a state of being
and i have never been alone,
lonely is a state of mind
and i have never been anything but
 Mar 2014 TinaMarie
purple orchid
I told you my story
Because you looked like
You could deal with it
I told you about my demons
You said they were
Barbies compared to yours
I was enveloped in your life
For months that seemed
Like forever
But now your hands
Are clutched on to hers
Like lovers at the parking lot,
Just as something in me knew
You would find your way
Back to her heart
Still, you're the song I keep singing
The poem I keep writing
And I don't know why
She's a sight to see, so are
I shouldn't have kissed you
I shouldn't have believed you
When u told me she was your past.
The no love lost in your eyes
That I saw was only
A strong illusion
Because  your fingers are
Now coiled with hers,
And you lock your gaze upon her Magnificent beauty as if she was a Kaleidoscope of rich,
Mesmerizing luminary
Never once taking notice of
The dark, tall skinny girl
Standing across you;
Solidifying my insignificance.
You're sheltered in one heart
And I'm left to wonder
If I ever meant
Anything to you
The brutal reality
Leaving me with shreds
Of illusions of love
To you
We never happened
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