"mislays" poems
she sashayed
down the runway
she put her assets
on display
and after
the rocker saw them
he wanted to be
welcomed into her bay
their relationship
hit all the highs
they had
a jet set lifestyle
they roamed
the many miles
they had money and fame
all stacked in a pile
but their dream
came crashing down
as so many
famous pairings do
the fame and fortune
did of them both *****
sticking together
and holding tight
only lasted
for a short while
for them
they saw fit
to follow
separate avenues
with other women and men
the rocker and the model
their mismatch
plays again and again
love so often
doesn't blend with fame
the attraction
soon mislays
its magnetic pull
and the dream
becomes a void pool
that loving feeling
says farewell
the starry eyed
celebrities
sound the finishing knell
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
the moon mislays its luminosity
as the stars started to decay,
they fell like crying meteors
and they kissed the sea beneath the algid breeze.
a detonation of the ocean tossed,
dripping droplets on my body.
in that night, i watched how the world I built,
reached its downfall.
your eyes were an ambiance,
stained by thunderstorms
and tinted by the abysmal sea.
it was too deep to swim at
but i loved being drowned
and being wobbled with its breeze.
and as you cry in pain or bliss,
i was always like being washed away
by voluminous tidal waves,
and i ended up in an island full of chiseled sand,
in there I realize, when you cry,
i suffer.
yet as you turned those eyes
to somebody else,
i felt like my paradise was finally stolen.
my shivery ocean evaporated
my blinking stars were ***** by dimmed clouds
my crescent was torned into pieces
and the unwanted rain poured down
showering me and the dovish land,
that's when my tears became jealous,
of how the tiny droplets stream down,
that's when i realized,
i'm already crying.
this poem maybe the last one i wrote for you,
telling how my world was stumbled, was burned,
and was turned into ashes—
after you'd left me with my trembling toes.
this is not a poem of goodbye,
but it's a poem of letting go.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 4:39 AM UTC