Category: Poems

Combustible

This feeling is light and carefree,

Feeling bubbly and perky as can be.

It’s a feeling of the highest self.

A weight lifted, a floating feeling.

Yet, combustible.

Like any second an explosion could begin

And a domino effect –

The mind slips, anxiety forms, and here it is.

Back to that feeling of loneliness, sadness, and grief.

Not for anything in particular,

Just for me.

For the helplessness of succumbing to this feeling.

But right now, it’s nonexistent.

It’s the potential crisis they’re not aware of;

Loved ones, strangers.

A glow comes from this being in this higher state of mind,

However, this mind is not always so kind.

It takes strength to suppress the devastation of the soul

When the mind refuses to allow the highest form to grow.

Try with all your might,

Never rest a day.

You’ll find your highest self through each success in every day.

And though it may seem like a journey in the rough,

There will be the day when you say “I’ve had enough”.

Eye of the Storm

It’s raining, pouring, the lightening flickers;

It’s dark in my room, quiet, but with a whisper

Of rain from the open windows.

Some candles are lit, it’s cool and cozy.

Just me, myself, but I don’t feel lonely.

I feel content, at peace with the storm surrounding my comfy corner.

It’s just me alone.

I feel calm, feel at home in the midst of the storm.

It doesn’t bring me down,

It makes my heart glow,

Just like the whole sky right before the boom.

I feel safe, I feel wholesome alone in my room.

“You ok?”

I’m not empty, but I’m not whole.

Not disappointed, but not satisfied.

Not sad, but not happy.

Not tired, but not perky.

Calm on the outside, screaming inside.

I’m anxious, but I don’t want to deal with a panic attack.

I feel like crying, but I just washed my face.

I feel numb, but I feel this feeling, so I guess I can’t be numb.

Guess my answer is a more complicated than the question.

And this isn’t just now, this is constant.

Just a quick “I’m fine”, and I’m honest

Because I’m used to this feeling, it’s always there,

It’s just bothering me a little extra right now.

But I’ll surpress it until the next time it tries taking over me,

It’s my “meant to be”, so I’m a pro,

I just feel so lonely when it has to go.

Wildflower

Her heart was one of the kindest.
Her soul, one of the most unique.
Her body was her temple where she couldn’t help but to paint its walls.
Her mind was unpredictable; not even she knew what to expect.

A wildflower, surrounded by sunflowers and daisies.
Something was different.

Only the luckiest of people, she would blossom for.

When she blossoms it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen.
You’ll find yourself speechless and find yourself falling for her without warning.

But, she won’t realize that it’s happening.
Only you.
Only you realize what she’s done.

She blossoms rapidly, but will only blossom for you.
If you’re lucky, she’ll fall under you just as you fall under her spell.

This is it.
She has you and you can’t figure out how it happened.

You don’t know what you love about her the most.

Is it her smile when she sees the sunset or the moon?
Or could it be the way her whole body glows when she makes someone smile?
Or maybe it’s her vibe. The way her soul welcomes you and makes you apart of her.

She makes it so easy to fall so hard.

You won’t expect it, you won’t realize it.

It’ll be when you’re watching her do her makeup,
Or when she’s sleeping,
Or even when she’s angry with you,
You’ll realize how hard you’ve fallen for her.

You’ll tell her how much you love her,
But it could never describe how in love you are with her.
You’ve never experienced a love like this.

You know she believes you when you say “I love you”,
But you wish you could put into words the feeling you get;

The feeling you get when you make her smile,
The feeling you get when she holds onto you with all of her might,
The feeling you get when you hear her laughter.

You come to terms that you’ll never be able to fully express these feelings with words.
Yet, you still get the urge to attempt to explain this love.

And for some reason, at 2am, these emotions flood your heart and soul.

If she’s not sleeping next to you, you can’t sleep;
If she is, all you do is watch her.
Watch her eyes flutter as she’s far away dreaming,
Watch her twitch and sprawl out, making herself comfortable.

You think about how lucky you are,
How lucky it is for you to wind up with a girl like her.

She’s an angel, the one you’ve been waiting for, the one you need, and you never want to lose her.

She is your universe.

Your Broken Heart

I know it breaks your heart
Knowing that she’s over you,
Knowing that she’s happy being on her own,
Knowing that you’re nothing to her now.

She knows what you did
And it hurt her,
But she doesn’t care anymore.
It has no effect on her or her life
Because you’re finally out of it.

It’s a pity to be you.
You know what you did,
But you still want to see her
To ‘strictly catch up’.

You know that’s not all you want
And so does she.
You’d plead to know who’s new in her life
And she’d laugh
Because she’ll know you’re just being nosey.

Then,
You’d fight with her,
Call her names,
Try to insult her,
But again, she’ll just laugh
And then she’d say
‘It’s a pity to be you.’

You want to know things about her
So that you feel like you’re still apart of her,
But you’re not.
You never will be again.

You’re nothing to her now,
But a small wrong turn in the past.
The one person she thought that could’ve help her
Wound up hurting her the most.

She doesn’t care anymore.
Although there was no apology
She forgave you
So she could move on.
So she wouldn’t be stuck.

But you realize
You’re the one that’s stuck.
You miss her.
You know you messed up
And it breaks your heart.