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Simran Guwalani Oct 2022
Listening to the sound of waves
hitting the rocks
And the cool breeze
playing with my hairlocks
I look at the setting sun
As I lean back and smile
For the first time
in a long while
My mind was quiet
my soul was speaking
and my heart got
what it was seeking!
nicaila Nov 2021
She had seen a glowing screen that emitted queens
Whose skin haven't touched the sun's cheeks
But had bathed in the moon lit's creeks
It glowed and beamed like a seam with a sheen
So she loathed and loathed; hated how bronze she is
She sought remedies; burying her color in sleeves

Hear her, o deities; she's down on her knees
She had thrown about a millenium worth of pennies
Hear her, o deities; whisper secrets into her ears
Cast away her insecurities crystallizing into fears
Tell her, she need not strip her cinnamon hue
To trade for a porcelained debut
Tell her, she wore rust colored armor
Stronger and more radiant than Helios's summer
Tell her, a crown awaits in a far away throne
She can also be queen even in her earthly tones
Tell her, to embrace what she hates
For her honey dripped shade need not to be ashamed

My morena queen, snatching everybody's glance
Like a finely baked bread seen in a window in France
With hairlocks in the rhythm of romance
Like a finely chopped chocolate
Oozing with a bouquet of sweetness and a hint of fate
Oh how she wore beauty like a swan waltzing in a lake
Ginelle Gonzalez Jul 2010
The way you're smile lit up
and how it changed my world
and how every time you spoke
it'd make my hairlocks curl

And the way you used to sing to me
and how it'd make me laugh so easily

And when you'd wrap your arms
around my waist
and you'd sneak a little kiss
oh, i miss that taste

And all the memories we made those days
not a single little moment will fade away

Cause i miss you
and i hope you miss me
how it all used to be
cause i still love you

and..

The way you'd talk so fast
and how i understood
and how every time we ate
i'd try to look real good

And the way you used to stare at me
and how it'd make me feel so beautifully

And when you'd rub your face
up against mine
and you'd take me straight to space
and we'd forget the time

And all the memories we made those days
not a single little moment will fade away

Cause i miss you
and i hope you miss me
how it all used to be
cause i still love you

and..

The way it hurt so bad
when you said goodbye
and how every time you'd call
i couldn't help but cry

And the way you'd say you still loved me
and how it'd make me cry more constantly

And when you'd call me to apologize
and you'd say your little sorrys
i just said my byes

And all the memories we made those days
not a single little moment will fade away

Cause i still love you
Camilla Peeters Dec 2018
new definition of that there are no set solutions no
promises are real i am
in a dark room tried to undo myself
from all the hair ties it is haywire
disaster i'm bleeding everywhere
i'm sorry like electronically waves
sometimes i think about suicide and
then i wouldn't know how much deeper i can
dig i would be Thanatos and nothing else i will just keep going
going smash my face on the floor little
spatters a carve a wineglass in my veins so
i am red on the outside like i am
red and fire on the inside

there can be only one conclusion
we're all terrified and outside is
terrible and in me there are terrible
doors and like a car crash they're all so wide open
and our love is wide open like a bleeding eye and
closed like me at lunch time and by
spring i will be completely empty or opened again it all means
the same thing and at spring or
at lunch time i can't tell the difference anymore
i'll be completely apathetic i will look at
you from a frontal point of view and i will say
i can't feel my legs they do not
take me anywhere anymore all i want is to
have a window to look
out maybe i will see you walking down the street
and i'll hear that music playing in my head

i was thinking of how we behave as cinema
creatures in dark theatres strenuous thumbs
you crawl up to me and become the smallest man in
humanities little hairlocks between
kisses how you raise my elbow to
bring my fingers near your lips how
you raise my elbow

you said feet are a medium for
intimacy and i can't put down
my heels on the streets like i used to

you were never strange you were
always far away and i was always holding up a magnifying glass to
remember every detail always in preparation i was always
holding up a magnifying glass i was always in love i was
always in love
Kabin Basnet Mar 2022
....Upon the fleecy clouds
Within the garden of paradise
Echoes my pain
And disappears
within her misty eyes ....


.....Cries of grief and remorse....

......Her tears well up
And descend like Ganges
Down Lord Shiva's hairlocks
To meet
A tormented soul
And, silence her lamentation.....

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