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Yani Dec 2018
Heaven made her
every piece fragile;
little did they know
parts of her were lost.
I think I'm sick.
Yani Dec 2018
"At some point, I was falling for you and I would've fallen hard for you if I chose to; I did not. I chose not to because I don't want your soul scribbled on every paper I have. I chose not to because of the line I've drawn before it even happened. I chose not to because we're better off as friends. We work things better this way and I don't want you to be heard in songs I would and could compose. I chose not to because it will be hard for me to run away from it, from you. You became an exception to my rules and it had to stop there. You were there to calm my storms, how can I thank you enough for that? But you're not meant to sail through it until the calm shore, which wouldn't last for a long time because I myself is a walking disaster, is in view. I just know that you aren't meant for that. We'll still be under the same sky, together in this dimension apart but we'll still look at the same stars and all these won't matter anymore."
Not a poem but an excerpt from a letter I'll never give.
  Nov 2018 Yani
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Yani Nov 2018
And I'll stay here
'til I'm found;
I won't fear,
keeping a steady ground.
Your laughs I will hear,
with me liking how you sound.
Soon, please be near
if to me you'll be bound.
Can't help but hope for a better tomorrow. Can't help but to wait for you.
Yani Nov 2018
Maybe we're supposed to be
each other's happily ever after;
for I was lost
and I found you.
Bit by bit, I became a part of you
and you, I feared you.
You washed away my tears;
my demons, you gladly welcomed,
then and there
all I wanted was to fall into you.

These feelings, I know
should be kept in a casket;
I am starting to need you too much,
I don't want to rely on you.
You make it so easy to love you
even in the absence of harmony,
like mosaics on display.
Prosaic, we talked way too much;
we're  not soulmates, but loving soullessly.
Gladly, I found you
and I'm not hoping for anything more
but for us to stay like this forever.
Maybe we're meant to touch each other's lives, to add fuel to each other's fire. Maybe we're meant to meet to make each other whole without giving a piece of us to each other.
Yani Nov 2018
Half past midnight
With inner demons consuming
What I thought invincible wall I built,
Silence is so loud; it's unbearable.

Half past midnight
A thought keeps popping out;
Please stay in that casket,
I don't need you now, not ever.

Half past midnight
It's dark, I can hear you;
I'll just stare at the moon
Hoping to get past this soon.

Half past midnight
I'll just write and write
'til the sound of pen on paper
puts me to sound sleep.
I was just about to breakdown.
Yani Nov 2018
I poured you a cup of hot tea,
Paired with biscuits for you to see
How special you are to me;
How naive could you possibly be?
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