"brght" poems
it was summer when i met you.
the sun glistened off your teeth and your smile was magnetic, your hair sat perfectly around your face, your eyes were the brightest blue i’ve ever seen and when you spoke to me, i could barely breathe and my heart would pound a million miles a minute, i can’t stop smiling.
a year later and i was calling you mine, your hair is getting very long now and your eyes are still bright, you smile less now, but it’s still magnetic and when you spoke to me, i could still barely breathe and my heart was still pouding a million miles a minute, i can’t stop smiling.
it’s been two summers since i met you, your pull your hair back now, i wouldn’t know if your eyes are brght anymore because you won’t look at me, sometimes i catch a glimpse of your smile but it’s not for me, you don’t speak to me anymore, i no longer call you mine and i cannot breathe, my heart is pounding a million miles a minute and i can’t stop crying.
(j.a)
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 8:34 AM UTC
Her Story
She was just a Village girl,
Forever counting the countless stars
in the hopes that her golden dream would shine
just as brght
But all my reality showed her
was a
Dull
Damp
And Diminishing hope
for any change,
See, She was just a Village girl,
Dreaming loud and proud of her
Golden Husband
But all reality showed her
was
Sipho next door
sipping on some smooth
Milk
so, She ran.
Passing surprised, suppressed
faces
until She reached the city of GOLD.
And for a change reality showed her something
GOLDEN.
She assumed too soon,
see, her Golden tiled floors
were dark tarred roads
Her Golden roof
was a CBD Bridge
Her Golden painted walls
were graffiti painted pillars
Her golden husband
Who was more dust than gold,
Picked her from the gravel,
Told her that she radiated beauty
that her chocolate skin put him in a constant chocolate high,
But soon that was all gone,
See, she was changing
Her skin went from purple to black even blue too
Her body di'composed
Each muscle swelling, aching, bruising
Her
golden husband
who was more dust than gold
turned into a brutal
being. Beating...Beating...her.
So she ran.
passing surprised suppressed faces until she returned home.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
Little flame,
Flickering bright.
Trapped in your birdcage shaped prison,
Beating against the bars,
Trying to be free.
Needing to blaze brght,
Dreaming of fighting,
Flitting in place,
Burning in,
Fading out.
Your captors try to contain you,
Burn you out and train you,
But you have a strength they can't take away,
A hope,
A desire,
The dream that you will one day fly.
Burn through your bars,
Blaze bright,
Fly away.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
each person is different,
we are not the same,
just like:purple and blue,
we are different somehow,
apperince,feelings,expressions, etc.
but we are bright doing what we like!!!
just like blue is NOT bright on dog,
but is very bright on the sky.....
you are good on something
and i am on something else.
dont let people get you down,
you are what you are and
you are how you are,be yourself
not what people want you to be!!!
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
live life to the full do what you want it to
you are in control what it brings to you
decisions you must make what you want to do
your the only one to make your dreams come true
take it as it comes what it brings your way
your the one in charge and have to final say
do the best you can make the world seem right
live it to the full make your future brght
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC