Submissions by g2bhapi26
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
expose your self to daylight, it will better help you sleep
"Baby, I am yours, yours, yours!"
Drip drip drip
is the sound of the sink;
is the sound of water,
falling from my face.
looking into the bathroom mirror,
brokenly humming our song;
too choked up to sing.
Loved you as if I had one thousand hearts.
But fortunately for you, you don't count.
eyes would always scream, "Baby, I am yours, yours, yours!"
and . . . your quiet touch whispered to me,
"You will always be mine." ...
is the sound of the sink;
is the sound of water,
falling from my face.
looking into the bathroom mirror,
brokenly humming our song;
too choked up to sing.
Loved you as if I had one thousand hearts.
But fortunately for you, you don't count.
eyes would always scream, "Baby, I am yours, yours, yours!"
and . . . your quiet touch whispered to me,
"You will always be mine." ...
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My love is for the taking
my love is for the taking,
for the keeping, for You
my love cannot be stolen,
cannot be ransomed,
only given away
and if You broke my heart
i'd be the only one to blame
but if You stayed forever,
keep that torch a flame
and i will sing,
all my songs
only to You
and here
in the rain
i choose to sit with You
my love is for the taking,
for the keeping, for You
for the keeping, for You
my love cannot be stolen,
cannot be ransomed,
only given away
and if You broke my heart
i'd be the only one to blame
but if You stayed forever,
keep that torch a flame
and i will sing,
all my songs
only to You
and here
in the rain
i choose to sit with You
my love is for the taking,
for the keeping, for You
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Happiness Train
I am waiting for a train.
I am wearing a light blue,
striped, cotton dress.
My suitcases at my side.
I have got a one way ticket
to Happiness.
It is supposed to dock at
a quarter till three.
While I wait, my thoughts
can keep me company.
There is a buzz of busyness,
people hopping in and out of town.
This town, a place I once loved,
holds bad memories now.
Every corner, every street, and shop
brings thoughts that take me down.
So low for so long, I could...
I am wearing a light blue,
striped, cotton dress.
My suitcases at my side.
I have got a one way ticket
to Happiness.
It is supposed to dock at
a quarter till three.
While I wait, my thoughts
can keep me company.
There is a buzz of busyness,
people hopping in and out of town.
This town, a place I once loved,
holds bad memories now.
Every corner, every street, and shop
brings thoughts that take me down.
So low for so long, I could...
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Voicemail to a Friend
You have 3 unheard messages. First unheard message:
Hi, its [someone].
Yea,
I know, shocking.
It's been a while.
So uh . . .
How have you been? How is your mom?
I miss those blueberry pies she made
for you on your birthday.
How are classes, your graduating this summer, right?
Sorry, I can't remember. I hope I didn't miss it.
You are probably wondering
why I am calling so out
of the blue.
Well, to tell you the truth,
everything that happened . . .
*End of message*
*Next...
Hi, its [someone].
Yea,
I know, shocking.
It's been a while.
So uh . . .
How have you been? How is your mom?
I miss those blueberry pies she made
for you on your birthday.
How are classes, your graduating this summer, right?
Sorry, I can't remember. I hope I didn't miss it.
You are probably wondering
why I am calling so out
of the blue.
Well, to tell you the truth,
everything that happened . . .
*End of message*
*Next...
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