Peak HourRush rush, don’t look back You’ll only get caught up In my mess In my peak hour mess.Peak Hour
Look that way A man in a suit He thinks he’s so good in his suit A kid going to school He feels so lonely So out of place in the peak hour traffic A couple making out. They’re everywhere, blurring your senses. Take off your glasses so you can’t see them anymore.
I look in the window
And the darkness outside Reflects my image. A man in a suit.
I look into myself
And nostalgia sweeps through me Just like all those years ago &
Shadows Behind Closed CurtainsBefore the sun has risen an Silent suburban streets lit By eerie lamplight, Sparking dew coats each leaf In the same cluttered pattern.Shadows Behind Closed Curtains
The morning riser jogs quietly by Clouds of fog escape each breath. A single blooming rose still stands, Waiting to wilt and die, Hoping the dew that forms each day Will eventually suffocate its life.
Slowly the sun peeks over the horizon Shy and hesitant to show its true beauty. When finally it casts its first courageous shadow, The lamplights flicker and die.
And in this rare moment of dawn,
Words, WordsWords, words Without stucture They are meaningless. If they are not placedWords, Words
One after another, They are meaningless.
Words, words; Beautiful, Elegant, Graceful. Without you by their side, They are meaningless.
I feel like words. Floating in a meaningless void. Waiting for you to anchor me. Waiting for you to find me. Waiting for you to be by my side, for Without you by my side, These words are meaningless.
And so am I
ReverieSometimes I sit by the window sill And imagine what I want in life Other times I yearn to feel Like someone is stabbing a knife Into me.Reverie
And often my mind flutters Like my sleepless eyelids Like winds on a butter- Fly, like young, naïve kids. Next to me.
Then I dream a peaceful reverie A beautiful yet clichéd scene The sunset sky glistening off the sea A lustre glow, a shawl of sheen All for you.
And there you stand As if reminiscing some distant past Never boring, never bland And in my thoughts, at long last
You Don't Know MeYou don't know me at all,You Don't Know Me
You don't know the first thing about me, You don't know where I'm writing this from, You don't know what I look like, You have no power over me,
What do you think I look like? Skinny? Freckles? Wire-rimmed glasses over blue eyes? No, I don't think so, Better look again, Deeper, It's like a kaleidoscope, isn't it?
One minute I'm short, The next minute tall, One minute I'm geeky, One minute sexy, My shape constantly changes, And the one thing that stays the same, Is my blue eyes, Watching you
NO.SMOKING
Get back here ><
dont u feel special...? ur my first favourite...hahah...
also id like to hear ur opinion on my poetry...
u seem to rite a lot so yeh...itd b nice to have sum EXPERT advice...hahah
look forward to hearing from u
And I don't mind if you don't comment, I'm glad you enjoy my writings that is enough
Sorry I would have come back and commented on more stuff sooner, but I have been plagued with end of term and final exams. But I'm back and on Spring break with plenty of time to critique stuff.
my comments:
"Oh...what...?"
"Wow..."
"Huh?"
"Pretty.."
"Uhh..." *reads again*
"Okay.... i think he's sad......"
*nod*
"Definately sad...."
"Maybe angry....."
"..." Silence - *is flipping through that pierro book*
*has left the computer.. X3*
...XD
now go write a poem after my favourite song and ill love you forever..
nope never... >.>
j/kz
submit/write more ~
newaiz yeh its a gud place to put up poems so its alrite
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