"liyah" poems
I wish you could see you through my eyes
I wish you could feel you through my hands
I wish you could hold you through my arms
I wish you could hear you through my ears
I wish you could remember you through my memories
I wish you could kiss you through my lips
I wish you could trace you through my finger tips
I wish you could love you through my imperfections
I wish you could want you through my desires
I wish you could need you through my missing pieces
I wish you could be you through me
Then you’d truly understand my compulsion
My yearnings my cravings my convulsions of the heart
When you’re far away
And I feel lost
Searching my soul
Gluing together parts that mostly don’t fit but hoping they’ll grow in adaptation
You’d truly understand my love for you past differences and abrasive conversions
Through opposing opinions and words better left unsaid
You’d truly understand that we are greater than the sums of our lesser parts
That we don’t have to be divided by the greatest common disagreement
Between us
You’d truly understand that of everything i've experienced
You have brought the most joy
You have caused the least pain
You have showed me the most beauty
The most compassion
You have showed me another way to love
Another way to love me
Another way to love you
You’d truly understand that you’re worth more than you think you’ve earned thus far
That you’re value is not something to be weighed or measured
It doesn’t matter what your GPA is
Or what grade you earned in math class
It isn’t defined by where you came from
It isn’t described by the color of your skin
It isn’t limited to your insecurities
Because it transcends
And rises above the bad days
The days that you feel awkward
The days that you regret
You’d truly realize that you are most beautiful when you are vulnerable
You are most beautiful when you aren’t strong
You are most beautiful when you aren't sure
You are most beautiful when you make me feel like
Cool stones in a creek, the way you wash over me
You make me feel like
A flower grown taller than the rest
You make me feel like my childhood memories
The ones I cherish and long to remember
You make me feel like a canary
Singing more passionately than the rest of the flock
You make me feel like the hands of time slowing down
To extend each moment spent with you
You make me feel like the tide
And you the moon pulling me through the days
You make me feel like who I am when no one is watching
When no one is listening
You make me feel like me.
And I wish you could read this poem through my train of thought
I wish you could realize how it doesn’t feel close to accurate enough in expressing how I feel.
I wish I could see me
Through you.
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 8:27 AM UTC
I met a girl
a girl with a broken world
i saw her in a different light
and i saw that there was nobody in her life
she is beaten and bruised with words
and nobody shows her how much she is worth
but im tired of standing and watching in the background
because thats not the man i am i stand my ground
i will show this wonderful girl what love is
and how she can fight this world and rise above it
if only she would take this beasts hand
and he'll show her a new land and a new dance
fair warning people call me a monster
but im a man like no other
and im a soldier in this war of life
for my loved ones ill always fight
that means you Liyah
ill be the light for ya
for a little lady named Aaliyah Gisele
ill walk through any hell
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
There is this girl(me)who writes poems and quotes, but they are deep, strong and tear dropping,
She writes about how she is treated so wrongfully, while all the other girls are treated like angels,
But that is ok because she sees that they’re rotting,
She sees that one day those same girls are going to be worn out and old,
She hears things a sweet girl should have never been told,
“I’m going to better than them than I already am when I’m grown”,
She clench her fists every time she see another girl getting called pretty when she never gets called pretty,
“Am I ugly?” The girl ask her mom, “Liyah, you are so caught up in what you look like, you’re not ugly. People just don’t see the beauty in you, but I do” said her mom,
“Why did you ask?” Asked her mom,
“Because I see how other girls are getting called pretty and I don’t. I get called ugly.”
Her mom replied “Liyah, you’re beautiful in my eyes and half those girls are going to be fat and ugly when they get in their late 20’s and you’re going to look like Beyoncé”. “Really?” Asked the girl,
“Yes really. I mean look at you now, you’re not pretty, you’re beautiful and you will be more beautiful when you get older, and you’ll see”
The girl nodded her head “I guess”
“Liyah, don’t let this conversation lead to more stress” laughed her mom.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC