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Påłpëbŕå Dec 2022
i want to reply, say something
but i am holding myself back
because i am scared of forming words
with emotions that i lack
this suspension feels good
this feeling of nothingness
in which my brain stops
filling me with emptiness
i was so full once
that i gave everything i had
but now what's left of me
is making me sadly glad
i like me better now
with not a single friend
just me, simply
waiting for the end
no anger left
no love left
no smiles formed
as if unscathed
i guess the scar fades when it heals
or is it just the cut that seals?
and underneath lie
a strong self hidden
guilt-ridden
waiting
to be better
like the last letter?
Påłpëbŕå Mar 2023
delayed gratification
but no notification
my screen stays unlit
waiting on my bed i sit
for a mere text
but nothing, never
in his context
makes my hope tremor
was it all a lie,
loving my scarlet sky?
and now as my heart beats
rosy-red tears bleed
i miss being alone enough
that i waited for none
it is easy being tough
when i am my "no. 1"
look at me now
getting upset over a guy
breaking all my vows
missing him is making me cry

and will it be too late
when there'll be none to wait?
i wish i could go back to january
i miss being me and the girl i used to be
when i had someone to rely on
and not just a relationship to work on
he said that i can make a new best friend
because i am just his girlfriend to him now
he doesn't get me
and now i am left wondering, did he ever?
Påłpëbŕå Apr 2023
it is
the
mind
of a
stationary
body
that
wanders
the
most
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020
I want a love so deep that all my shallowness disappears,
I want a love so lucid that all my doubts clear.
I want a love so consuming that all my fears dissolve,
I want a love so inspiring that all my thoughts evolve.
I want a love so pure that all my sins are forgiven,
I want a love so trusting that all my insecurities are riven.
I want a love so joyous that all my sorrows are washed away,
I want a love so poetic that it lives even when I no longer stay!
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2021
dilated pupils
heated skin
amazing skills
a hell lot of sin
beating hearts
***** talkin'
tasting tarts
lips lockin'
burning desire
heightening senses
a spread fire
in love soaked lenses
hands all around
still not enough
blindfolded and bound
in the lust cuffs
a **** is she
or a ***** you call
a wanton spree
rising to fall
in a pleasure so deep
so raw so forbidden
a secret she'll keep
and stay hidden
filled with shame
her wildness she tames
Påłpëbŕå Nov 2022
a derogatory word says dictionary
an insult it is say
all the old books in the library
that i read the other day,

a closed mind and open legs
a desolate woman who sells herself
instead of choosing to work or beg,

the one found in brothels
and places no one speaks of
yet she's present on every man's intel
is something that makes me scoff!

why does "*****" sound so sad
but not when it is prefixed with "man"
is it because of boys who are bad
are fantasies of feminine future plans?

so dear reader ask you i
what does the word "*****" signify?
if you've ever been called one
to it, how did you reply?
Påłpëbŕå Apr 2021
Why
do I
end up
alone
with my
phone
showing
screen glowing
with nothing
at all
no texts
no calls
just me
and this solitude
I wish for
someone
to intrude
but they keep
their distance
and
I keep up my
persistence
waiting
wishing
wanting
yet
the montony
is haunting,
I decided to
be okay
with me being
lonely everyday
but a small part of me
does pray
my heart
does betray
making me regret
all the chances
I didn't take
making me fret
over all the
bonds
I didn't make,
so I write this verse
on impulse
missing the absence
wasting the presence
living in the past
dying for a future to last.
Påłpëbŕå Sep 2020
I wondered one day;
As on the grass I lay,
Why do I play-
With words this way?

The ladybird that sat on my nose,
The dew drops wetting my toes,
Inspire the sentences to dance as I close-
My eyes, why do I end up forming a prose?

Then I sit up straight,
Bending under the weight;
Of the rhymes that skate-
In my brain, at this fast rate!

My fingers itch for me to write,
To allow this impending insight;
Come out of my core with all its might;
And help me unburden and feel light!

I look for a piece of paper,
And a pen to build my skyscraper;
That will reach the sky like water vapour,
And contribute to form a rainbow sometime later!
We all write for different reasons;
We all write about same/different seasons.
So, let's just let these words flow,
And help add colors to our little rainbows!
Påłpëbŕå Aug 2021
it's not easy you know
to be brave and show
how i feel about your existence
and shape my thoughts into sentences
thoughts.......
how was your day
wondering if you're okay
what new did you learn
am i any of your concern
and all this thinking
is making me type this
to tell you that
it's you who i miss
i don't know what to do
stop or keep writing for you

but we both know the answer, don't we
i am oh so stupid and silly
i will keep writing for you
until i'm specifically asked not to
since 13th of July you're my muse
all that i've written is for you
but i don't know what else to do
to make you see how i feel about you

mess line
august dates
lunch time
bus waits
don't have that much appeal these days
:(
Påłpëbŕå Oct 2020
Writers are illusionists,
For they create imagery;
Imprisoned in their minds,
While setting the whole world free.

Writers are heros,
For they have superpowers;
Walking for miles before they sleep,
Only to shine like insomniac stars.

Writers are clowns,
For they can make you laugh;
Humouring you through their ironies,
Unveiling only their happy half.

Writers are divine,
For they can give life;
To the sun & the sea & the shore,
Calming and soothing all your strife!

Writers are deranged,
For they find poetry in all shapes;
From needles to knives,
They talk to these inani'mates'

Writers are intense,
For they feel too much;
Like mimosa of the plant kingdom,
Writing away about the slightest of touch.

Writers are deceptive,
For they are the best liars,
Exaggerating these simple sentences,
Helping you escape your monotonous quagmires.

Writers are humble-beings,
For they always are connected to their roots;
Building wonders from mere words,
To which the whole world ends up paying tributes!
This poem is for all the people who helped me learn so so much in such less time.

Thank you all!
Y
Påłpëbŕå Jul 2021
Y
w h y

c o u l d n ' t

t h e y

a b s t a i n

t h a t

o n e

d a y

?
just that one single time
Påłpëbŕå Jul 2023
you look at me like you want something from me
but wonder i, what possibly could it be
for i have nothing to offer you
neither a sentence nor words a few
then why do your eyes burn holes into mine
searching for what lies deep inside
i cannot fathom the depths of your obsession
burning so bright with an everlasting passion
you're my poison, you will be the death of me
and so wonder i, why do you look at me like you want a broken piece like me
Påłpëbŕå Sep 2020
You're the beauty to my beast;
You're the abundance to my least.
You're a sight to behold- for my eyes to feast,
You're the purest prayer to my inner atheist!

You're the salvation to my chains,
You're the cure to my pains;
You're the destination to my unending lanes,
You're the humility to my vain!

You're the perfection to my flaws,
You're the balm to the scratches of my claws;
You're the redemption to my unjust laws-
You're unaware of my being, yet I'm truly yours!

You will never know of my existence,
You will never be the prey to my persistence!
You will be spared of all my obsessions-
And stay aloof to all my confessions.
Because:-
You're the life to my death,
Yet the irony is- I'm the one who still isn't out of breath!
Påłpëbŕå Jul 2021
it's just been a day and few
since the last time i saw you
your face
your gaze
i miss so much
to your memories do i clutch
and hold on for so long
because thinking about your presence
makes me live through your absence
i am doing things i've never done before
i am going all in because i want more
i am taking this risk for sure
why?
because you're worth the effort, encore!
i guess, i figured out what i want..........the worst that can happen is that he can say NO or laugh at my expense.........but not showing him how i feel about him will make me regret even more..........so- let's see how things work out......i don't have much to lose, do i? a few tears, a piece of my heart and a lot of pride..........but he'll be totally worth it :)
Påłpëbŕå Jul 2021
i don't want much

just a moment to breathe you in

your silhouette to touch

not an inch more of skin

i don't long for your attention

i'm happy to see you happy

not an ounce of your affection

i want to let you be free

i am not after your best parts

just the ones you hide

the dark deep pieces of your heart

those i want you to in me confide

i am not aiming for your mind

just the glimpses of your thoughts

that have me so inclined

towards you in all sorts


i am that girl who can look at you all day long

but will never let these feelings prolong

for i can't look at you when you look at me

-i can't muster up the courage to be

~y o u r s
will it be fine
if i say that you're mine?
Påłpëbŕå Aug 2022
i miss your voice
and how it sounded in my ears
for its not by choice
that i don't get to hear
i miss the way you said my name
for i only heard it twice
is time to be blamed
or is the distance paying the price
just say something and send it to me
so i can touch you even when i can't see
**** it.....i am missing the hell out of you man

— The End —