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Levi Oct 2015
This room gives me unhappy thoughts
As I sit grumpily and down
I never listen, all self-taught
None make me smile even a clown

Early I know but still sleepy
My mind temps me to dream freely
I should be there outside running
There in the cool river swimming

There’s a movement on the girls side
Curiosity aroused inside
Our teacher came all settle down
Then called a name new to my ears..


Curiosity fills my dull soul
I look up and my time slow
A sudden bliss ignite my heart
Oh, Monday not a bad start

There standing in front of me
This naked mortal eyes to see
Young and innocent, an angel
With a pretty charming name "Belle"

A star fallen to the earth
With a face that glows in every smile
Her warm voice a sweet symphony
What a thrill she's my new classmate..
Don't know if this is the last...  
Balloons and Flowers..
Levi Oct 2015
This soothing cool night I can't sleep
Because the bliss lingers so deep
As my soul lay in my soft bed
The night so eerie like the dead

There lay in the table untouched
The symbol of pure love and life
Driving me crazy and restless
I will keep the flower to death

Cold lose to warmth, dark lose to light
Morning smile to everyone's sight
My thrill drop dead, I hate Mondays
Goodbye Saturday and Sunday..


Morning air rust my very core
I dislike school more than my chore
School means cage in my young small mind
You're force to do things like a blind

Face the wall, you did something wrong
Always make homework all night long
Composition, projects I'm chained
Every school day is like pain

Cold water knocks me to my sense
Sullenly I move, dull essence
Mom so furious now, I must dash
In seconds, I’ am gone in a flash..
Balloons and Flowers resumes....
Levi Oct 2015
O, morning that brings thrill and peace
Will revive my physique at ease
My core ignited by the sun
A dream to see her having fun

Down the road walking, wondering
There she is playing and singing
O, this sweet black haired creature
Undisturbed, an angel so pure

Wish she could turn around and look
I'll do whatever to show-off
She stand up and our sense connected
My soul exploded unprotected


Instantly I ignore her eyes
And gaze the lovely butterflies
I drain myself to capture one
To present to her but she's gone

She's walking toward her big house
I ‘am down cause she never look back
She paused outside and throws something
I dash to fetch the lovely thing

Innocently laid on the ground
A beautiful floret, I'm bound
To pick and lay it near my heart
And I walk a beautiful start..
Balloons and Flower continues...
Levi Oct 2015
My frail heart avoided a beat
Now I'm staring at my small feet
Waiting for my very reply
Not a single word I spoke, why?

My cheeks changes to warm and red
I desire I'm on my safe bed
My daydreams are her coy smile
Beautiful in her own style

As my lonely feeble heart burn
Mind said escape and never turn
Around and not ever look back
I scamper fast not coming back..

Inside my bedroom I rejoice
I still hear her sweet shy voice
Her honeyed shy voice makes me fly
My gut now fills with butterflies

First time her pure coy smile so real
Crazy and in-love all I feel
But wait, reflect back what happen
I think I made a big mistake

A sudden bolt of pure sadness
Struck me hard to unmixed madness
Life inside me evaporate
I'll sleep weary and never wake..
Balloons and Flowers continues...
Levi Sep 2015
Act 1..**

I never went outside and play
Watching kids I stood and I stay
Minutes circles to hours at home
Sometimes I study, cry alone

I see their faces with big smile
Feeling sad makes me run a mile
Away from home and loneliness
Be with her full of friendliness

I dreamed, outside we are playing
She who is beautiful and sing
My weak heart beats, I saw her pass
To my small window a clear mass

Steal a peek, lovely she walk
I hide, run close behind and stalk
Wind blows carries her honeyed smell
A pleasing symphony of bell

Takes me to a melodic daydream
In love, unaware, sleep walking
Her honest hair gloomy as night
Introduce yours truly, I might

Be amazing as a valiant
But to speak close to her, I fright
"HI" I try to whisper the words
"Hello" with a beautiful smile..
First part of a tale
Levi Sep 2015
many important messages unsaid
deep in the soul of my heart keep
sentiments that are so beautiful
yearning to be expressed to her

you see, my mom and I are not close
I know in my heart this is my loss
wishing every moment I can express
but I was born like this to care less

I saw everything in my own eyes
like watching field full of butterflies
in her walk she make my father smile
my siblings, she comforts them don’t cry

how she faced, embraced problems with smile
with grace she knows if you tell a lie
how I envy my friends relations
to their mother, they express in passion

writing this make me wonder and dream
that myself came out to the door clean
a change person who express his feelings
walking, running, talking and breathing

now I show to my mom how I feel
this message, this words, that are so real
I’ll weary the words “I love you Mom”
unexpected event she is gone

I cried and cried and cried this is hard
this emotions, this love stings so bad
message untold makes my soul unclean
suddenly I woke up, it’s just a dream
I love you Mom!!
and call your parents, grandparents and love ones now!!
Levi Sep 2015
Is there good in fading goodbye
Left me crying in the rain, why
Hours walks slowly to empty days
More odd weeks starts to passed away
Staring snows on the window pane
White cold will take away the pain
Listening to the playlist you’ve made
To the nostalgic picture you’ve take
Your sweet smile in my worried head
I hope I’m sleeping like the dead
How I love you so much it hurts
How my deep trembling heart would burst
My cold heart slept but did not sleep,
Live but did not live in a way,
Gently humming, gently vibrating
Softly flowing lifeblood in the center
I don’t know what to do anymore
A vague stirrings of unease to me
Lawns are empty, the trees empty,
The street empty and my heart empty
I don’t know if I miss you anymore
What it’s like to miss you anymore
I can't do this anymore
Hope to never say goodbye again
Is love a tender thing?
It is too rough,
Too rude, too boist’rous,
and it ****** like thorn.

-Shakespeare
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