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saint Jan 2016
The sun can be too intense at times.
That's why under the palm trees, I lie.
I close my eyes to feel the wind travel between my thighs.
My heart sways ferociously faster than the tide.
And I'm always sadened by the sky.
Everytime I lift my head up I see teal.
Realized too late that it would affect how I feel.
Thats why, under the palm trees, I lie.
Place the leaves on top of my face,
I mask my expressions with haste.
I slow down the world to compensate for my heart in race.
And somehow my two hands aren't enough to lace.
Sunshine leaks through the leaves I placed.
It seems like I'm uncomfortable in every living space.
Because everythings beating at once,
My head throbs and my heart overdramatically makes a fuss.
Life hasn't handed me anything but limes,
My pockets are filled with nothing but dimes,
And as the wilting leaves fall to their death,
I cling harder to the soft grass.
I wipe the leaves off my face and lift my head up at last.
I look up in teal and notice that
The sun can be too intense at times.

Which is why under the palm trees, I lie.
Krys Pressey Dec 2011
She stands infront of him,

not hugging him.

Or holding him.

Not kissing him or holding his hand.

Real close,

As she grabs his hands looking at him with a new sadness in her eyes.

Him looking at her,

not knowing why she's sad,

or whats going on,

he pulls her close and holds her tight,

putting his arms around her,

and stroking her hair.

He tries to comfort her.

With him doing this,

she she sadens more,

looking up,

because he has no clue as to why she

sadens like this.

Seeing her despair,

he asks her what is wrong.

Knowing his helplessness,

she again looks up with her sadened eyes.

Not saying out loud,

everything thats inside her head.

Wishing he'd already knew.



Not upset about other troubles in life.

Her mind's eye is in him.

As she is found with a new despair of her..

but almost perfect boyfriend that is

standing infront of her now.

As she knows that of the burden he's

removed from her.

The pain of whats in her life.

He brings a new one,

the reason for her despair.

The person that is betterly different fron the rest.

The reason she is now happy.

Also remains the reason she is sad.

New apologies.

Him being sweet,

but also the one that brings a new problem.

Not understanding of how he cares so much

and can let words slip by.

Still remains puzzled.

New apologies.

New hearts broken?

More strings attatched.

As it is to be said;

too good to be true: never lasts.



So as she sits there in his arms,

she wonders.

How it got this far,

and how to change the event that is yet to overcome her.



Silent wishes yet plesent dreams.

She hopes it wont be over yet for her.

Hoping the new treasure in her life can only hope to bring but more joy.

Not to get worse but to only get better. Her joy.
yahna staton Sep 2021
IT SEEMS WITH YOU I AM ALWAYS SAD
I WRITE MI POEMS IN A HARDENED STATE
I FIGHT FOR SOMETHING YOU CLAIM REAL
BUT IS FAKE
I FIGHT FOR SOMETHING SO REAL TO MI
BUT ON YOUR PART IS FAKE

IT SEEMS LIKE WITH YOU ITS ALWAYS SOMETHING
I FIND MI SELF NO LONGER ATTRACTED
I FIND MI SELF SADENED BY YOUR BOGUS ACTIONS
AND WELL YOU DONT CARE
SO WHY SHOULD I ?
A CHEATER WILL ALWAYS BE A CHEATER
AND WELL YOU WANT MI TO BE CONVINCED OTHERWISE
YOU COULD HAVE FOOLED MI ONCE YES
BUT NO I AM NO LONGER BLIND
I NO LONGER SEEK TRUTH THROUGH YOUR EYES
I NO LONGER FEEL HURT FROM YOUR LIES

ITS TIME FOR MI TO GRAB MI HAPPINESS BACK
ITS TIME FOR MI TO BE THE PERSON I AM ACUSTOMED TO
AND I CANT CLEARLY BE THAT
TRYING TO WORK THIS OUT AND BEING WITH YOU
SO HERE'S MY FAIRWELL HERE'S MY PARDON

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