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Poem: Follow Me
I wonder if you’d follow me
On some silly adventure –
Like seeking out the shiniest seashell by the shore
Or having a race on skates at a roller rink
Or flying kites around the park –
But my imagination is getting ahead of us.
It’s too soon to admit how much
I’d like to make those memories with you.
j.p
Poem: Explorers
I want to watch the world with you.
Let’s walk somewhere, or everywhere,
And take in the sky,
Sunrise to sunset
With a glint in your eye.
Come exploring with me.
Let’s go on a hunt
For the tallest tree;
I’m afraid of falling
But I’ll climb it
If you’ll be up there with me.
We can find a field
For picnicking,
Stargazing,
Dream-chasing.
Let’s ride our bikes to the ocean
To breathe in some salt and sunshine
Before we have to turn back.
Let’s pretend that we’ve known each other
For as long as the world has been here
And make every step together
A new adventure.
j.p
Poem: Unspoken Lines #3
A Haiku // The One about a Walk
“Let’s go for a walk
And watch the sun rise for us
To bask in its light.”
j.p
Poem: Streamers
In another world,
You and I would step out,
Arm in arm,
To dance beneath the streamers
That scream “PROM”
In shades of neon
That you’d call “nauseating”
But make you smile nonetheless
Because the atmosphere there is too upbeat
For a poor design choice to make a difference.
We would sway to too-loud tunes,
Slow-dance on what is supposed to be
One of the best nights of high school,
And pretend that we will be okay,
At least for one day.
j.p
Poem: Unspoken Lines #4
A Haiku // The One about a Bike
“Today I’ll show you
How to ride a bike. Then we
Can go exploring!”
j.p
Poem: If You Take My Hand Tonight
If you take my hand tonight,
I’ll show you a love as bright
As the moon reflected in your eyes;
A love as true
As a clear afternoon sky is blue;
A love as real for me
As I hope it is for you.
j.p
Poem: Cotton Candy
I’ll dream of you
In navy blue
Like you wore on that late spring night
When the festival light
Of fireworks bright
Was reflected back by your wide eyes.
I’ll sing to you of the world as I knew it
Amid the neon boom
That pounded in my ears.
It was the same night that I knew I loved you,
Cotton candy caught in my curls
Like the woven thread
Of my fingers intertwined with yours,
When I stood close enough to you
That I thought I could hear
The navy blue neon boom
Of your heartbeat matching mine.
j.p
Poem: Coffee Dreams
I smell coffee in my dreams
Because I live on it when I can’t sleep –
And when the caffeine has worn off, my jaws
Widen with each unavoidable yawn
j.p
Anna Akhmatova poem's
Before You
I was a worshipper of the dark lonely road
Never knew the what the shine was
Until a light so bright
Stumbled into my life
Guiding me through right
Helping me built my might
However my heart refused to trust it
And continued to tread on the dim road
My eyes couldn't fathom
The diminishing gleam of it
Until it was gone, without a trace
Left nothing behind
A ballet tear.
An eloped day and night.
I sin all of you, carve you.
Etch you in your stomach.
Slave to my death key.
A sinister truth.
A above and all above echoed and her madness seeped through.
Over and her lover, over her lover's death.
A muse and a kept mess. She would melt.
Give into you.
Give into loves when no one sparks.
Soar her death and she is empty muse.
She was. Intense. To say the least.
Sunidhi
Insecurities & Imperfection:
Truth is I'm too imperfect
it includes both from within and without.
May not be beautiful for everyone's sight
but, whoever sees
what's inside, will surely adore it
even if from far.
Truth is I'm insecure of many things
don't just choose to show
in fear of being bullied when they know.
I keep me so private
even from the one whom
I am closest to.
I don't want to die of that same pain again,
don't want to fall in the same pit twice.
They once pushed me.
They are not humans I say.
They are more of monsters!
that makes you feel so insecure
and down.
They speak things so mean.
Brown and blacks are not liked
for when it's skin tone,
but I don't understand
they still carry
red blood.
Then where's the difference?
aren't we all the same inside?
Laughed at, for acne marks
no matter
friend, relative, or a complete stranger.
All they care about is breaking hearts
and making me feel not good enough.
These monsters have a common goal,
they all just want to look down at me
and make me feel crushed.
Maybe all they want is to feel superior?
for their own insecurities.
Could they not just make fun?
or not give that look as if I am the monster?
Old lovers
Nothing I do can tear you off my skin, can’t it? You’re seeping through with interest and kind words Months without a word, as ghosts fade away and vanish
You still can’t bear to look me in the eye but you are attached to my skirts like a small child.
Did you left a part of you in me and that’s what you’ve been looking for since? - Melita
sit on a tree, free
Tagging the streets with trembling hands, afraid he’ll break the lace.
Digging in the wind with trembling hands, knowing he’ll capture my pace.
Flirting with bridges with trembling hands, laughing
he’ll remember this face.
My hands stopped trembling
it’s a chase
I whispered
the agony of the race.
© Margaux Emmanuel
In the remainder of the tepid alcohol languishing in the flask of your eyes, we drink to the lost silhouette of love, burn our photographs wedged into the yellowed corners of our thoughts. We settle for cemented happiness, contemplating life through its glass corridors where mold is hidden, where I can feel the cracks of our suffering, where I can sense our hands dismembering our own poetry. When empty phrases harrow insomnia, I tape blossoms, breaths of life, to the pages of our unfinished chapters. But the trees’ barks where our initials dangle, imprisoned by a blistering heart, are peeling. I have just realized that flowers wither.
to slip on drunken petals
© Margaux Emmanuel
Halsey from I Would Leave Me If I Could
