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Sunday 24 June 2012

Stay.


Would you stay if I ask you to?
Would you care if I tell you I love you?

Don't leave me hanging in here.
Don't leave me at all.
I need you close to me, need you near ..

Miss the train. Pull me close.
Hug me tight. Kiss my nose.



This is like a continuation to my previous poem 'Goodbye'.

XoXo,
Ni.
P.S : My main blog 'Tales of and by her' completes one year on the 1st of July. Drop by sometime :]

Monday 18 June 2012

I let them have their way with me..


Helpless, I let them have their way with me.. My heart bursts in pain.
My fists are clenched. Trying but I cannot stop them.
Moistening my cheeks, burning me on their way down.
Tears.


XoXo,
Ni.

Wednesday 13 June 2012

As rain and sweat become one.


Tanned, umbrella holding bodies, as clouds make love to the sun,
Look up at the sky, as rain and sweat become one.

Jump into the lake,
Discarding your clothes along with the worries, let the tension be a thing of the past.
Enjoy the glorious rainbow, for as long as it lasts!

The rains sweep off the dirt, the heat and the slime.
The winds whistle through your windows, the weather outside, sublime.

The sun suddenly shines through, the clouds make way for the gold,
Filter negativity out of yourself, 
Inside each one of us, is a person beautiful, confident and bold.

Be ridiculously random, throw invisible skittles in the air!
Go for something you always wanted, but never did.. 
Join a dance class, maybe go cut your hair!

The weather influencing your mood,
The shining sun makes you smile.
Wet spells and cracks of thunder, make you yearn for yummy food.
Make pakoras and steaming hot chocolate, 
Slurp it up while it's warm,
Read a book, or get pink highlights, do not always fade into the norm.

A plethora of colors adorn the sky,
The splendidly amazing rainbow shines,
Tanned, umbrella holding bodies, as clouds make love to the sun,
Look up at the sky, as rain and sweat become one.


XoXo,
Ni.

Thursday 7 June 2012

Do It My Way.



I am not going to give up, because I still want to try.
I'm not going to wipe my face, and fake a laugh when I still want to cry.
I am not going to say yes,I understand, when I simply don't.
I am not going to tell you I will do it, when I know I wont.
I am not going to say I got it, when I still want to know.
I am not going to lie, and say that I don't cry.
I'm not going to say I don't care, and be unfair.
I'm not going to scream and then ask you to keep it low.
And I'm never going to say that I'm over someone, when I can't let them go...

XoXo,
Ni.

Monday 4 June 2012

I'd Rather Die.

[This is a poem I'd written reading some book,I don't remember now,but yeah. Enjoy!]


You said that you had had enough, and that you couldn't stand any more drama.
Basically, any of my stuff.
I realized it quite late, that you were out there, waiting in the rain, and now I'm swept with guilt.
I'm going insane.

Tell me you're going to give me a do-over. Tell me you're going to forgive me.
Coz I'd rather die, than hear that we weren't just meant to be.

I thought you were too serious, Didn't realize I was seeing it through my extremely sheltered eyes.
Now I understand that you were just being cautious and wise.
You taught me to be responsible, while all I did was accuse you of being drab and dull.

Tell me you're going to give me a do-over. Tell me you're going to forgive me.
Coz I'd rather die, than hear that we weren't just meant to be.

And now I can't sleep, I'm brimming with self hatred and regret.
And I am afraid you're going to forget.
Please don't do that to me?
I want need you back, the old us, the old we.
So I'm sending you a letter, with my heart in.
Please look beyond the mess that is me, understand what's within.

Tell me you're going to give me a do-over. Tell me you're going to forgive me.
Coz I'd rather die, than hear that we weren't just meant to be.

Yes,I'd rather die, than hear you say this.
So come on over and prove it wrong.
Sometimes things do work out, with a magical kiss.

I'm no longer the child, that I was before.
I know you were the reason my career rose and soar.
So just tell me quick, that you forgive me.
Because I'd rather die, than hear, that we aren't meant to be, just aren't meant to be...

XoXo,
Ni.

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