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  Aug 16 yajushi
Elijah
๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ซ //
๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž
  ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐
๐œ๐š๐๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐œ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐จ
  ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ
๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ
  ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐
๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ
  ๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ

๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ญ
  ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐งโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ
๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ง๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐œ๐ค๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ
  ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ง-๐ค๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐š๐ง๐ ~
๐ฌ๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐
  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง-๐š๐ข๐ซ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ง
๐›๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ, ๐œ๐ฒ๐œ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐œ๐ก๐š๐จ๐ฌ ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง
  ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ ~
๐š ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐.

  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐š ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ
๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐š๐ซ๐ค๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ
  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ค ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ฐ๐š๐ฏ๐ž
๐š๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ
๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž.

๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐›๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž
๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ
๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ
๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฆ๐›
๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐š๐ง-๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ
๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ
๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐šรฏ๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ.

๐ข ๐ฐ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐
๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐จ๐ฅ๐
๐ข ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฅ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐š
๐ฐ๐จ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ
๐ข ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ž.
The essence of waves.
yajushi Aug 9
The quite in my room was deafening ;
The portrait of the French lady on my wall stared at me with sympathy
The yellow half torn run down pages wept tears of black ink on the floor
My worn down knotted black weaves stroked my face as rivers of tears ran down my pink tainted cheeks
As I lay on my wrinkled cream sheets
The sky cried outside my window
Covering everything in a grey hue
Adding to my gloom
I felt helpless ,
As a scream of despair got stuck in my throat
I cried , screamed , thrashed in my sleep that night
As the morning dawned
And the first ray of the sun kissed my tear streaked cheeks
The birds chirped a mellifluous tune
And the sweet earthy sent of rain covered mud filled my room with a pleasant mood
As I layed on my bed taking in a new morning
I felt like a new being
I got up
Picked up the pages covered in black
Ran a brush through my knotted weaves
Washed my face of off its remnants from yesterday
Determined to not be trapped in a cage of despair again
I started anew ;
yajushi Jul 9
An euphonious voice flowed through from my window
Your beautiful voice mixed with the tunes of a piano
Came to me with the summer breeze and wrapped around my soul like a warm hug
A tear slipped down my eye
When I recognised the familiar melody
It made me question fate
Why is it so cruel?
How can we be so near yet so far?
4 steps and I could be in your arms
4 steps out of my house and I could taste the sweet taste of your lips
4 steps and I could forget about all my troubles and be in my safe haven
But
I am slightly stuck
I promise I'll come
But my dad's at the door
And some are against our love
But I promise I'll come
Ill sneak out when the owls are calling
And the moon's out to witness our love
Promise me
Youll meet me at the freeway
Cause I can't do this alone
....
I am slightly stuck
But I promise I'll come
Promise me you'll too
For the lovers..
yajushi Mar 25
We roamed the streets of rome
With the ancient sunlight of the city hitting your porcelain skin in the most perfect angles
We bicycled our way  around the
stone fountains and you smiled at me
As the wind played with your ***** blonde weaves
We ran hand in hand around the city
With cobbled roads under our feet and
Vines on the coloured houses intertwined with our fingers
As our laughter got mixed with the italian tunes playing on the street;
We sat in pretty outsides of small coffeehouses enjoying the city thru our taste buds
As night fell upon the enchanting city
We talked about anything to everything
We sat on a cold bench at the crack of midnight
With you playing with my hair
And gazing at me like the beauty of the city didn't suffice your eyes
I think I fell in love with you then
We were strangers in a strange city
But we didn't care
We didn't care that we met just a week ago
We didn't care how we didn't know how 'us' was gonna work
We didn't care that maybe we won't see each other after tomorrow
Maybe destiny will make us cross paths in imminent future
Or maybe not
But
We still didn't care
Because
We wanted to live in a make believe haven
Even if it was not forever.
yajushi Feb 14
The dew kissed grass weaved through my fingers,
The sunrays from the horizon knitted gold threads in my midnight black hair,
The morning spring air wrapped around my lungs and it felt like I breathed for the first time
The dew drops fell from the leaves and caressed my face
The sky smiled at me as the night sky's blanket was folded back
The birds chirped their sweet mellifluous as if welcoming me to their humble abode
The sun kissed peaches dropped from the trees
As if,
Begging me to kiss them and wrap my tongue around their sweet taste
The flowers opened their petals to look at the one who invaded their land
The squirrels ran around me playing
And I;
Felt 'one' with them
As they accepted me as their own .

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