Vices break the ice is
what she said
so a drink I pour
"I'll try anything that you've tried before"
what she said
so a drink I pour
"I'll try anything that you've tried before"
Labels: Poem
Vices
Silent Things Are Beautiful
Silent things are beautiful:
Mice and deer,
And rain that falls
Ice-cold and sheer,
Seas and trees,
Pollen in the air,
The weak-prided fleas,
The mother’s baby bear.
And loud things are beautiful:
The cry of newborn,
The eruption of volcano
That smolders new to burn,
The trees that crack,
The thunderstorm’s shower,
And the lion that roars
In a display of pride’s power.
Mice and deer,
And rain that falls
Ice-cold and sheer,
Seas and trees,
Pollen in the air,
The weak-prided fleas,
The mother’s baby bear.
And loud things are beautiful:
The cry of newborn,
The eruption of volcano
That smolders new to burn,
The trees that crack,
The thunderstorm’s shower,
And the lion that roars
In a display of pride’s power.
Labels: Poem
Orca Whale
Swim and wade the stern arctic water.
Twist on fearful fins and flee
The crash of the water’s surface,
Or stalk that spoiled sea.
The ocean world is open as sky
With silky-smooth water so brave
Of sudden storm squalls that arc
Reflects to the chill chill wave
Twist on fearful fins and flee
The crash of the water’s surface,
Or stalk that spoiled sea.
The ocean world is open as sky
With silky-smooth water so brave
Of sudden storm squalls that arc
Reflects to the chill chill wave
Labels: Poem
Guilty of Murder and a Mother's Heartache
The condition of the victim
Left up to legal issues
It will have order
The loss of a child’s heart
Bleeds after applying.
[From a First Aid Kit Manual]
Left up to legal issues
It will have order
The loss of a child’s heart
Bleeds after applying.
[From a First Aid Kit Manual]
Labels: Poem
Honesty
I could feel your heart
crack
when I kissed him.
You were always
on my
mind, yet I
still gave in.
I gave in
to what I
wanted,
to what you're
trying
to take away
from me.
I'm trying to
help, and do as
a friend should,
but I can't help
that doing wrong
feels so
good.
crack
when I kissed him.
You were always
on my
mind, yet I
still gave in.
I gave in
to what I
wanted,
to what you're
trying
to take away
from me.
I'm trying to
help, and do as
a friend should,
but I can't help
that doing wrong
feels so
good.
Labels: Poem
Silent Pulse
Last night
in my dream
you died.
A sadness
swept
through my body
and out my eyes
leaking all
regrets
and moments
with you now
lost.
I believe
I dreamed this
not because I
hate you
or wish you gone,
but because
I needed to be
reminded that
I have, indeed,
had a heart
all along.
in my dream
you died.
A sadness
swept
through my body
and out my eyes
leaking all
regrets
and moments
with you now
lost.
I believe
I dreamed this
not because I
hate you
or wish you gone,
but because
I needed to be
reminded that
I have, indeed,
had a heart
all along.
Labels: Poem
Sanity
Every emotion I've felt
Every thought that I'll think
Has been on loose leaf
Written in ink.
Pages upon pages
In memories of
Past anger and hate,
A young girl's love.
No eyes pass over those words but mine
Such secrets jotted line by line
This body's an empty shell
While my thoughts are confined
The thoughts I will not let leave my lips
Are now ink running down a page
Talking to paper
Has kept me sane.
Every thought that I'll think
Has been on loose leaf
Written in ink.
Pages upon pages
In memories of
Past anger and hate,
A young girl's love.
No eyes pass over those words but mine
Such secrets jotted line by line
This body's an empty shell
While my thoughts are confined
The thoughts I will not let leave my lips
Are now ink running down a page
Talking to paper
Has kept me sane.
Labels: Poem
Madea
I remember the
first time
my English class read
Madea
and I thought
she must be
insane.
Betrayed and
confused, she
was cracked
like a dropped China
plate. Beautiful,
but broken.
Now years later,
looking back,
I think
differently.
I understand now
how being
shattered
is really like.
Betrayed and
confused, I
am now cracked
like a dropped China
plate. Broken,
but now I understand.
first time
my English class read
Madea
and I thought
she must be
insane.
Betrayed and
confused, she
was cracked
like a dropped China
plate. Beautiful,
but broken.
Now years later,
looking back,
I think
differently.
I understand now
how being
shattered
is really like.
Betrayed and
confused, I
am now cracked
like a dropped China
plate. Broken,
but now I understand.
Labels: Poem
Time of Sorrow
It was perfect timing
For Aeolus to release chill winds
And vegetation to freeze over
What was once beautiful, now dead.
All life gone, only leaving silence
Just the echoes from shoes tapping
The nights now deeper, lonelier
As if it were perfect timing.
Spring's time spent growing
Thriving from care and patience
Is all stopped, murdered
In the time of Winter's night.
You had perfect timing
Before fall, planted love in my heart
Then hatched, spreading its wings
Tearing me apart.
For Aeolus to release chill winds
And vegetation to freeze over
What was once beautiful, now dead.
All life gone, only leaving silence
Just the echoes from shoes tapping
The nights now deeper, lonelier
As if it were perfect timing.
Spring's time spent growing
Thriving from care and patience
Is all stopped, murdered
In the time of Winter's night.
You had perfect timing
Before fall, planted love in my heart
Then hatched, spreading its wings
Tearing me apart.
Labels: Poem
Raf
Distracted me on my walk
The noise gained all focus
Ending my train of thought
Causing a ruckus in the trees
So many bugs in that loud army
Conquering my paranoia and troubles
For once making this walk easy
It's a shame my brain's thoughts
Combusting and running around
Could all be silenced
Solely with that one reoccurring sound
Many would think buzzing a nuisance
Some might agree it's nothing new
But I will thank the noise
Because it let me stop thinking about you
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It's Not Healthy
It's not healthy
to think of
you
so much.
Neither is it
to imagine
those frosty blue
eyes, or
fiery red hair.
Or that little
smirk
you give, when
you think you're
right.
It's not healthy
to imagine the
feeling of your
fingertips,
sending chills all
down
my
spine.
Or your warm
lips,
pressed gently
against mine.
Or the smell
of your hugs,
when you'd
hold me
safely in your
arms.
Or how happy
you made
me, how
you made
me feel whole
again,
how you didn't
make me cry
so much.
It's not healthy
how much I still
think about you.
But not a day
goes by,
where I don't miss
being able
to love,
and be loved
back.
to think of
you
so much.
Neither is it
to imagine
those frosty blue
eyes, or
fiery red hair.
Or that little
smirk
you give, when
you think you're
right.
It's not healthy
to imagine the
feeling of your
fingertips,
sending chills all
down
my
spine.
Or your warm
lips,
pressed gently
against mine.
Or the smell
of your hugs,
when you'd
hold me
safely in your
arms.
Or how happy
you made
me, how
you made
me feel whole
again,
how you didn't
make me cry
so much.
It's not healthy
how much I still
think about you.
But not a day
goes by,
where I don't miss
being able
to love,
and be loved
back.
Labels: Poem
Opening
Well hi there, my name is Naiha. I write poetry. This is my first post, so bear with me.
My thoughts tend to sound better in books I
didn’t write, and in the songs I didn’t sing.
Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no
work of art that can really explain the way you feel.
There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really
knows.
Hi I'm Naiha, 17 years old.
a compulsive runner; a diehard athlete with dreams; hopes of opening up her own restaruant one day; often plays basketball and writes but always makes the same wish at 1111; indulges in Harry Potter; loves Dwight Howard and watches all Magic games.
a compulsive runner; a diehard athlete with dreams; hopes of opening up her own restaruant one day; often plays basketball and writes but always makes the same wish at 1111; indulges in Harry Potter; loves Dwight Howard and watches all Magic games.