Speak geek to me, And see me light up brighter than a Christmas Tree. Speak nerd to me, And see me unravel the complexities of this universe. Speak music to me, And sway with me till hours are long forgotten. Speak silence to me, And see me reverberate in response with profound understanding.
Careless whispers make their way from hushed undertones to pen and paper written down in indelible ink passed around without a word back and forth they went till every pair of eyes had seen the scene that had unfolded yesternight
The number sizes on your garment Do not define the size or shape of your personality. The number scores on your marksheets Do not measure your worth. The number of inches in your heels Cannot determine your stature. The numbers holed up in your bank account Cannot increase your happiness. The number of donations you make Cannot diminish the darkness of your soul.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat. A girl's daily cleansing ritual. Twice a day 'tis needed To lather, rinse, repeat. The first to rejuvenate in the freshness of the morning. The latter to clean away the grime of the day. To scrub off the leers that men through along your way. To wash off the stench of unwanted advances. And of jeers hidden behind subtle nuances.
Due to a scheduling error, one of my poetry posts got messed up and might not be visible to most of you. I'm sharing the link here. I hope you enjoy reading it and give it the love and support you've been so kind to provide to all my other poems too. Thank you! (Please don't let the mess-up stop you from reading it, it's very close to my heart, so, pretty please?)
Just a boy still he was, in the body of a man. Ploughing through life, yet painfully aware Of lies, deceits and selfishness. If only had hadn't fallen victim to this ploy so soon He'd still have had friends rather than a bunch of letdowns. So, yes, he went through life keeping people at bay An arm's length was the maximum allowed leeway.
The first guy you'll ever date Will remind you of sugar. Of happy faces, indulgent days, Of everything done together. Yet, with time you'll find the charm wear out And the sweetness get nauseating, You'll feel the need to be on your own In order to keep on breathing.
Right at the edge of the shoreline, She assumed her daily vigil. Eyes fixed on the horizon, Feet feeling the waves ebb. In the distance, ships appeared Scarcely bigger than dots, But she knew without a doubt, None were headed her way.
Her eyes crinkle as she laughs A full-throated, soulful chime. Her expressions flicker across her face, Betraying her thoughts every second of the day. They come and go with each word she says A little before and a little behind.
If you're happy in a dream, does that count? Even if reality is full of hurt, Where dreams turn dull and ambitions turn to dust. If you're happy in a dream, does that count? Even if you desperately need an escape Because in this world there is no place for hope.