"unsual" poems
I know not how to fix this,
Nor do I know how you feel.
I know not what you think about me,
I know not if this is real.
I do not know if its self imagined,
That we have something unsual.
Between the emotion of love and doubt,
Some sort of intense confusion.
Sometimes when you look at me,
Your eyes say it all.
They say "stay, i want you here"
But when you look away,
I fall.
Maybe someday I'll know how to fix this,
Maybe I do already but im in denial,
It maybe once im in love with someone else,
But I fear that wont happen at all.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
She was an eccentric one, living a life of solitude in the depths of the woods. People believed her to be a witch, having seen her using cauldrons supposedly conjuring magic potions for sinister spells. Her only friend, a black crow that perched on her shoulder as she tredded the woods gathering goods. The children often hid behinds tree's and bushes peeking at her in fear that she would catch them spying and turn them into frogs or something worse. The supposed witch went on about her business preparing for winter months ahead. She dressed quite odd in times where women only worse dresses, she wore trousers. Thick, hand sewn deep brown trousers that she explained kept her warm in winters harsh storms. She seemed to have a remedy for just about everything, encouraging everyone's theory that she really is a witch. She used her cauldron to make herbal tea's and maple syrup to earn a living. She had unusual methods used in much earlier times to see if the maple tree's were ready to be drained of their syrup. The children had seen her thumping a stick against the tree's not knowing that she was listening to the sound it made which told her if they were ready or not. Her methods, although unsual to current times were nothing of a witch. One fridged winter day a little girl found herself caught in a merciless snow storm. The wind howling fiercely, she was going in circles and indefinitely lost. There she lay face down in the snow passed out from freezing temperatures and pure exhaustion. Out of nowhere the supposed witch came across her lying in the snow. The little girl came to only to be face to face with the witch and was terrified. The witch pegina put her onto a sled and pulled her deep into the woods back to her shack. She poured her a hot cop of tea. The little girl was reluctant to drink it because she thought it was a magic potion. Pegina said, it's only tea child. The little girl smelled it and replied, it does smell like tea. She began sipping it and found it was most delightful. Her clothes were soaked so pegina had an idea. She offered the little girl a pair of deep brown trousers just like hers. The little girl laughed, she said, I'll look silly. They were dry nevertheless, so she put them on and to her surprise were quite warm and cozy. About then, the storm was letting up and it was time to get the girl home. They made the journey back to her house, before departing the little girl asked her a question. She asked, do you think I'll turn out like you? Pegina said, only if your lucky.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
An unsual face that hide secrets and lies
a description of a person that you ever
thought would be real.
A life that hides in a face a sad
story to tell with no love.A face
that has been broken never saw
the day light been caught in such a dark
place an unsual face.
A change that never seems
to happen in a life full of hate
the face that close and never seem to open an unsual face.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
I came before your petals had bloom.
The grass would assume that I watered your flowers.
I wasn’t responsible for that.
You found some way to deep aqua from the underground as naturally unsual it may be.
I just had my face in hand as your jasmine flowers grew.
As you became an astonishing woman.
A woman beyond measurable clue.
What are you?
An abundance of love.
A presumably undoublty covenant in the hope that you remain that angel that inspired me to be.
To be more than rain from above, showering with a day that you remain in your shell.
Remain unkept.
Dwell on the moments that the psyche doesn’t intercept.
We’ve normalized retracement.
Idolized the impact of a non-profitable commitment and I’m not one.
I’m not a human that strives on the wave.
I’ve bounced, I’ve danced, ive denied the logics but the population remains unsaved.
But I am with you.
I’ve been in loneliness but you’ve broken through.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
One night,
Alone, peacefully sitting home,
The door rings, I opened...
It was madness !
It was madness paying me a visit,
Humble and courteous as i am,
I invited her for a tea...
Five minute later,
She runs out,
She became crazy...
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Isn't it unusual
To read of love and joy
And cry tears of hurt and sorrow?
Isnt it unsual
For a happy feeling
To truly hurt and feel like it's borrowed?
Oh isn't it just a tad unsual
No matter how hard you try
To never fall in love with another?
I find it too normal
Until i see others
So close together when I'm never with a lover
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 3:37 AM UTC
Throughout My life.
I've Created Another.
Gave Birth To A mind Who I let have the time to learn, explore &
Grow within me.
It's Scary.
it Eventually Had The power To Live My life And take control over the real Me.
It gained Streghth & power.
It blinded Me To See Reality.
It Placed me in new surroundings , gave me new thoughts and a Different state of Mentality.
All in Which I Felt Was Always Me
I Didnt See The New life I lived.
I Saw everything The Same.
I didn't see Any change.
Idk How to correctly explain.
It never Went through my Head That I've changed. I never noticed How Unsual Everything turned.
Sep 5, 2017
Sep 5, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
deep within me,
i know that somethings bothering me.
this unsual feeling that i feel,
becomes so unbearable.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC