"yeasterday" poems
He is sweet,
Like the cotton candy I bought last Thursday.
He would ask me to play games in our phones for hours,
and whenever he win or lose he would keep count each and every day we played.
He is warm,
Like one big blanket on a rainy day,
He called me at 01:00 A.M just to remind me to study for our upcoming test at school.
I love him,
as much as I love the people in my past,
He would take me home and said he was scared of the cemetery infront of my house,
and he asked me to stay for a little while so he could have some company that night.
and today he scold me because I didn't eat yeasterday,
it was kind of weird,
but strangely... I love it
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
It has been 12 yrs that you have been my son, alot of smiles and days of unending fun. It seems like yeasterday you was my shadow that followed where ever I seemed to go, my little boy could always make me smile, he was my strength when I was weak and my partner forever this I know. Months grew to years and I charished each one but now the laughfter has been replaced with silence and the eyes that once held joy is now filled with tears. The little hands that once reached to me with kindness and always ready to play, now seems so distant and keeps pushing me away. I miss what use to be. Never will I forget the little soft voice that said mommy,,,,,,,,,, come play with me. ( Thanks to a Divorce)
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 9:29 PM UTC
The day after yeasterday I saw you fly
I need to fly to get to you
Up in the sky,
But i dont know how
Don't mind whats in here,
For me now.
I just want to know,
How come you did not sing,
When i played for your night,
When i played for your day
How come there was no lyrics for me to play,
The melody of life,
To wich i cannot sing,
For i have..
No voice
No Voice to sing
No Voice to Play
Play for the day
Play for the night
Play for the day we say..
Goodbye
Goodbye to the day
The shadow of the night
The moon of the day
The rose's edge does fray
Fray to pieces
Pieces of me
Inside of you
Inside of me
Knowing the truth is not always best
Knowing you are just like the rest
Knowing you can never be..
Perfect
How come you did not sing,
When i played for your night,
When i played for your day
How come there was no lyrics for me to play,
The melody of life,
To wich i cannot sing,
For i have..
No voice
No Voice to sing
No Voice to Play
Play for the day
Play for the night
Play for the day we say..
Goodbye
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 9:03 AM UTC
yeasterday my head was pounding, like my skull was cracking open and dripping down my face, my eyes hurt to open, blink, and get this taste on my tongue that ive had before, like that night i slammed my head on your door and scratched my hand on your window pane. but this is the worst, i dont know whats wrong, my head is an awful place to be right now, escape please, dissolve.
Sep 1, 2011
Sep 1, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
That one thing I hold dear, the thought, pain.
I awake from my dream just to say, the same as yeasterday on an on each day.
For when I'm asleep the thought is not near.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC