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Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
  Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
 Oct 2015 Abhigya mohan
Ray
Unlively
 Oct 2015 Abhigya mohan
Ray
I'm certainly not
exquisite in how I word
out my true feelings.

I can't paint a Van
Gogh of my emotions for
you, nor would I try.

I don't even know
why I feel the way I feel,
it simply spews out.

It's as though there's just
one little string holding me
back that I can't find.

If only I could
figure out what it is I
want out of this life.

Maybe then I could
stop writing poems I don't
like and start living.
He is everything to me
and he could not see
I have given my all
Yet he still wants more
Nothing's left of me
Feels like a sad record

slowly spinning

       to death
    
             while he hums my crestfallen melody

SILENCE

/ he has fallen asleep /

And I
entering
a
void
of
**melancholy
I told you everything
we bonded and became one
To you did it all mean nothing?
I knew you had a long past of girls
Why did I think i'd be different?
the thought of you now makes my vision swirl
We kissed and laughed
I even gave you my innocence
God I'm such a stupid girl
One night gazing at the stars
I shared with you the story of all my scars
Since my  first love I built a wall
it stood tall for so long
I still don't know why I let it fall .
I gave up so much for you
risked too much
Of course you don't care though
I wish I never let you in
But i did
so now once more I must move on
my new wall will be a hell of a lot stronger
cause my heart may burst
if it has to endure another game
It's not like I don't know that
not everyone is the same'
but thus far  any attempt of love
has  put me to shame
Throwing my trust and hopes into the flames
leaving no-one but myself to blame.
love came to me
in quiet
   gently
and found me
unaware of

how
   over the table
   of a conference lunch
I must have taken
to your ways

how
   sitting next to you
   in drowsy silence
   on the bus that took us
   to some wind-blown ruins
   of antiquity
your presence was
like that of a close friend
with whom I shared
a silence comfortably safe
knowing
no words were needed

only when
   on that merry evening
you looked
and moved
like happiness incarnate
and put your hand
spontaneously?
upon my knee
I recognized

how
   much
I wanted
   you

      * *
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