Submissions by rayanawad
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Movin' On To Better Things
Although I was the one who packed my bags, I did not lose you.
You lost me.
I am with someone who thinks of me as the moon while you were too busy chasing the unlit stars.
I have dug a whole in my heart trying to finds ways to stay.
I have looked ocean deep in your words to find beauty within them.
But I no longer do that.
I now let her kiss my body with her sweet lips
And even though they were once yours,
I don't miss them.
You lost me.
I am with someone who thinks of me as the moon while you were too busy chasing the unlit stars.
I have dug a whole in my heart trying to finds ways to stay.
I have looked ocean deep in your words to find beauty within them.
But I no longer do that.
I now let her kiss my body with her sweet lips
And even though they were once yours,
I don't miss them.
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Ready
I used to think I was stupid
Who knew I’d want to give my entire life to someone at 20
Who knew I’d spend most of my time thinking about your eyes
Or the way you moved your hair out of your face
I thought love should be preserved until you’re “ready"
But I guess when you find somebody who replaces the spiders with butterflies in your stomach
You’re finally “ready”.
Whatever that means
All I know is that I’m only 20,
But I can’t wait to understand the meaning of being "ready"
With you
Who knew I’d want to give my entire life to someone at 20
Who knew I’d spend most of my time thinking about your eyes
Or the way you moved your hair out of your face
I thought love should be preserved until you’re “ready"
But I guess when you find somebody who replaces the spiders with butterflies in your stomach
You’re finally “ready”.
Whatever that means
All I know is that I’m only 20,
But I can’t wait to understand the meaning of being "ready"
With you
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You
Your smile is imprinted in the back of my head
Along with the sound of your voice and the colour of your eyes
You walked onto my heart with nothing but your flawless self;
I told you to keep it, knowing that one day it will be yours anyway.
I came to realize, you already stole it the moment you entered my life
You had me with every word that you said
and every touch that made those negative thoughts worthless.
I searched my teenage years trying to understand what people meant when they talked about happiness;
I finally understood the meaning when I...
Along with the sound of your voice and the colour of your eyes
You walked onto my heart with nothing but your flawless self;
I told you to keep it, knowing that one day it will be yours anyway.
I came to realize, you already stole it the moment you entered my life
You had me with every word that you said
and every touch that made those negative thoughts worthless.
I searched my teenage years trying to understand what people meant when they talked about happiness;
I finally understood the meaning when I...
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What If
What if I told you I missed you?
Missed the way your eyes lit up every time you mentioned something you love
Or your smile, the one that holds so many insecurities that I'll never understand
What if I told you I miss the way your lips always seemed to touched me whenever you're close
Or the way you had slowly put your fingers through mine
What if I told you that I miss holding you
Or miss the way you made me so happy
What if I told you that I feel stupid for falling for you
Only because you can break me in two
Missed the way your eyes lit up every time you mentioned something you love
Or your smile, the one that holds so many insecurities that I'll never understand
What if I told you I miss the way your lips always seemed to touched me whenever you're close
Or the way you had slowly put your fingers through mine
What if I told you that I miss holding you
Or miss the way you made me so happy
What if I told you that I feel stupid for falling for you
Only because you can break me in two
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Her
I am writing these words to try something
A sonnet to me is so very deep
How does one create another life that is touching?
Something just like her; an eternal sweep.
All it took was one glimpse, one look, one sight
To know that the time spent will be a blur
It will be wasted time trying to write
Write a poem as beautiful as her.
But if you flip back to the first chapter
You will see that she was hard to learn too
With her words, and her exquisite laughter
She had me and up to cloud nine I flew.
So what you can...
A sonnet to me is so very deep
How does one create another life that is touching?
Something just like her; an eternal sweep.
All it took was one glimpse, one look, one sight
To know that the time spent will be a blur
It will be wasted time trying to write
Write a poem as beautiful as her.
But if you flip back to the first chapter
You will see that she was hard to learn too
With her words, and her exquisite laughter
She had me and up to cloud nine I flew.
So what you can...
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Heartache
To be loved you must feel loved
I do not feel loved
Last time we spoke you said I am a sickness with feet
You said that my love could never be pure enough
You said that you could help me
I do not want anything except for my heart to be whole again
For her body to be wrapped up in my arms and her hands to touch this sickened soul once more
If I could open my heart up I'd give it to you
But all you would be able to see is her words attached to it
I do not feel loved
Last time we spoke you said I am a sickness with feet
You said that my love could never be pure enough
You said that you could help me
I do not want anything except for my heart to be whole again
For her body to be wrapped up in my arms and her hands to touch this sickened soul once more
If I could open my heart up I'd give it to you
But all you would be able to see is her words attached to it
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Continuous
I suppose these broken pieces of hope
are nothing but the pieces of a broken heart.
The most destructive characteristic I posses
Is to not let the voice in my head listen to the harmful words you throw at me.
But that characteristic is gone.
I now measure every inch of your words
And let them walk onto my lungs leaving me grasping for air.
They leave dirty tracks of shame that somehow cannot ever be removed.
are nothing but the pieces of a broken heart.
The most destructive characteristic I posses
Is to not let the voice in my head listen to the harmful words you throw at me.
But that characteristic is gone.
I now measure every inch of your words
And let them walk onto my lungs leaving me grasping for air.
They leave dirty tracks of shame that somehow cannot ever be removed.
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