Something about us reminds me of houses
Lined up next to each other by force and circumstance
Under surveillance and sharp eyes
All tagged Poetry
pearls of sorrow
sorrow is waves crashing through us
clashing with the shards lying broken on the floor
Why did it have to be you?
Why, why, why out of all people was it you
Why was it you who pulled me out of the starless dark into the blinding sun
Wandering Your Kiss
Wandering/You are still such a dream I can't grasp I'm awake/It makes me want to melt into what is at stake
Thud
Thud thud/But nothing is there/No one is here/Why can’t I move/I am in slow motion.
That I’ll get better, that you’ll get better,
That we’ll really try this time and stomp down rain-slicked streets like we own them
Instead of scurrying through desolate alleyways like frightened children
Hopelessly lost and without umbrellas, nails bitten, and nerves shot
Our way back home lost the second we stepped out of the door
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I’m tired of taking the train that always arrives,
the one that doesn’t halt in a blizzard for you to meet his eyes,
the drifting snow covers all of the signs.
baby, i’ve got a secret
baby, i’ve got a secret
but someone must have said that secrets are like a disease
they haunt, they infect, and
they gnaw your bones
The Day Starts by Alma Seitsara
Everyone’s days start differently; have you thought about that? Alma Seitsara’s poem focuses on the everyday of a morning with a certain humoristic tone.
It has to be you, it's only been you
Sometimes I think I met you too soon / That we were too young to have made it by any margin of reason / Too immature, too naive, too drunk on ourselves to care