She experienced love
The way
One takes out their tongue to drink rain water
It has always just been a taste
Never really enough
She never had the chance
To fully let her love grow
So that she could experience more.
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Waited
There was once a dragonfly
That turned into a butterfly
With wings so beautiful
It attracted every creature in sight
The butterfly flew and flew
But to her despair
Could not find any wings that matched hers
One day she rested on a sunflower
And decided to wait on a special pair of wings
So she waited and waited
And waited….
Therapy Room
With every glare she became toxic
He became addicted
And as time passed
Her image faded and became distorted
Then it was complete darkness
Writer’s block
I write
Read
Cringe
Then Cancel
A part of me wants to get hurt so that I can write a masterpiece
A part of me wants to fall in love so that I can write a sonnet professing the number of ways “I love thee”
Or I could just get an epiphany and my creative juices could start flowing
But I’m over here swamped with work writing this poem
Love is a lot of things
She loved with her eyes closed so that she can experience everything, everything
She kept her lips open
open to be kissed so that they can tremble by the touch of her lover
She listened to music so that her heartbeat can follow the rhythm to her love songs
that way she won’t have to listen to people who already gave up on love
Her happiness mattered
eventhough it wouldn’t last long
eventhough she fabricated it
Her happiness mattered.
Drip
Do you ever just melt ?
you stop thinking
the solid in you becomes liquid
because of the fire burning in both your eyes
One minute you’re sober and you got things under control
“nothing will happen tonight” you lie to yourself
then before you know it you’re staring at the ceiling
out of breath and weak
vulnerable
the rotation of the fan keeps you together
because you can’t even keep yourself together
Pathos
I’m the sensibility in “Sense and Sensibility”
Logic doesn’t do it for me
At times I feel that the glow of my heart blinds my mind so I end up not thinking straight.
Colours of the Rainbow
I’m filled with paint balls I’m all bottled up I might explode soon Just say the right words that will pierce right through me Right through my flesh Until I pop Until I explode Explode in colours that will brighten your grey spirits In that black and white world you live in You’ll get a taste of my colours and they will remain on you like Lady Macbeth’s bloody hands
Finding love in the city
I thought love came at night when the guy at the bar plays the piano and your face glistens from the candle flame on our table But today I realised that love came when the sun shines its brightest when the birds chirp and the flowers blossom. There you were, looking like a walking piece of art and I’m the tourist eager to take pictures of you so that I can boast about seeing the most beautiful creation ever made.
Speak to me in flowers
She spoke in flowers
everything she said blossomed and grew as she spoke
her words were beautiful like fresh sunflowers
she spoke to him in roses
wishing he’d collect each and every rose
so that in return he’ll give her a bouquet
her roses were so beautiful that he plucked the roses out
and he was left with the stems and thorns
and that’s what he gave her in return
