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 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
Lizley
Sitting.
Inside a four walled place

building another made-up space
where the voice of reality is
a background melody
as I sing to the lyrics of you
from my memory

Smiling.
Unconsciously I look like a fool

directing another romantic film
where you’re still meant to be, the one
that revives each part of me
that has died long time ago
in the graveyard of your memory

Daydreaming.
Writing words I wish you would say

and painting images I hope would stay
Still inside this made-up space
where we move in a very graceful pace
towards where you and I are the reality
towards creating memories of our destiny
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|11.20.2015|
I don't care. Right here, right now, I know we are the truth from a memory. At least we were never a lie made and pushed into the reality.
 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
jigyasa
she watches curiously
the shadows of the world
as Innocence slowly slips away
 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
Batool
His dark eyes
held
galaxies in them
&
She loved stargazing !!
Notes (optional)
 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
is
she and i, we had our differences.
but we did agree on one thing,
how madly and consumingly in love with each other we were.
the love we had for one another was beautifully underrated.
we misused and mistook each other,
yet our love was raw and passionate.
you were my kryptonite as well as my strength.
my god, how you inspired the light inside of me.
my heart pounded like a pair of sneakers in the dryer when you touched me.
and it grinned, you made my heart grin and swell with love!
i don't care much for the way our tale ended,
only that you keep your promise to never love one like you loved me,
to start and finish each day with me on your mind;
not living in regret,
but in silent remembrance,
choosing to cherish the way i know you felt when i grazed my fingertips along your neck and kissed your dimples.
because we may have separated,
but you will always be imprinted on my heart
and i, yours.
with pieces of your heart filling the holes in mine,
you will forever be a part of me.
After being mature
I have learnt one thing
Virtues are the best diet for my soul
Notes (optional)
 Nov 2015 Manisha Uniyal
glassea
your bones are burning
from the inside out.
watch yourself be consumed;
don't feel anything.

your lungs fill with sunlight
but only in the day.
at night it turns dark,
tar coating your lips.

the gray clouds recognize
that you are one of them.
no blue sky will keep them
from dragging you down.
oh wow look at that another one-dimensional poem about depression

i'm just really wary of posting now bc i don't want that person to keep copying my work
(the site administrators are probably ignoring me and it's ******* me off. like it's their job to take care of this kind of theft right)
The slithering snake slid onto my windowsill
One of us looked mad enough to ****
I got a sturdy stick
Hit it hard, like a brick
Snake ended up that evening on my hot grill.
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