L. R. Haven

Just here to spread my joy of writing, learn to love poetry, and meet some writers ❤️

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L. R. Haven

Just here to spread my joy of writing, learn to love poetry, and meet some writers ❤️

https://cuberule.com

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Are Some People Made For Destruction?

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Everything I touch shatters

The fire in my eyes turns it to ash

My heart is a rock, it was turned to stone.

I should stop touching things

They may stop breaking

But then how do I survive?

Stand back!

Don’t come any nearer.

I don’t want to break you too…

Oh my darling,

Oh my sweet child,

Oh my love.

Must you be confined to such pain?

Have I trapped you in that prison,

The prison of your mind?

...

Poetry

Distraction

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Blue eyes stare into mine. Blue as the Carribbean. Blends of real, turquoise, and tiffany. Cerulean, sky, and lapis. How mesmerizing they are, at such a comical moment. Have I been staring? Is it as long as it feels? I’ve never felt time slow down before. I understand that it’s not longer a myth.

But after last time, how can I trust anything? Even _his _eyes weren’t so…striking. Is this even som...

Humour

For the Empty-Hearted

L. R. Haven

1 min read

This heart is no longer mine

For I let it die

I offer it to you

I. See. you.

And though we both have

Those ugly scars on our hearts,

At least you’ll be alive...

Poetry

The Second

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Life in your hands

My life was in your hands, Ma

You gave it away

Gave away me, my life

In your hands

Now, do you know who I am?

Born Asian, raised American

Geez, Ma.

I sound like a pack of meat.

Is that all you think of me?

I don’t know who I am.

You took away that “family legacy” part of finding identity.

I have identity crises now.

Good job, Ma.

Still love you though

Still don’t kno...

Poetry

My First “Real” Letter

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Dear Mama,

I’ve always wanted to call someone “mama” and have it be true. “Mom” puts so much distance between a mother and daughter. You don’t know me, and I’ve only dreamt about you since I was four. Only. If I could find you, I think it would make a world of a difference.

I don’t think about you as much as I did, and I don’t know if you can miss what you’ve never had. In my case, someone I’ve...

Forgotten but Not Gone

L. R. Haven

1 min read

It’s a funny feeling, when you realize you’ve forgotten somebody you once loved.

On the other hand, it’s a bit easier to describe the feeling of being the forgotten one: painful.

It was a dreary Monday when it occurred to me that you might have forgotten who I am, who I was.

When I thought my heart couldn’t break any more, it did. Once I found out it was partially true.

I remembered even t...

In the Night

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Stolen kisses, sorrow-filled wishes

Live as the mysteries of the night

Star-crossed lovers meet one another

Under cover of the dim light

They kiss and cry, hug their last goodbye

Nobody knows but the night

She leaves his side reluctantly, he holds her hand stubbornly

They hide their tears in the night

One more wish, one long kiss

Before they walk away, deep into the night...

Poetry

Romance

Cover

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Warm brown pools as eyes, a smile that lights up the world. How could someone not love you? Whenever you talk, I see the world differently, and every time you laugh it’s like a new meleody I hear. You make me happy at the thought of you. Your kindness touched my heart, but sometimes when I see you…instead of bright eyes, they are sad voids. When I see your smile, it just isn’t quite wide enough to...

Romance

Ciao, I Suppose

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Once

I fell

Deeply in love

With the kindest man

That I have ever met.

And it kills me every day

Because I wasn’t able to say farewell.

This is my goodbye to you, the person

Who makes me smile at the thought of him

And cry whenever I remember what I can never have.

I will love you in my heart, and keep your kindness

Forever in my memory. I miss you so much. Goodbye, my love....

Poetry

Romance

Brown Eyes

L. R. Haven

1 min read

Sitting at the edge of that church pew, your right leg was bouncing up and down next to mine. I crossed my left leg over my right to contain my shaking, placing my folded hands on top for extra stability. I took deep breaths to steady my heart. ‘Should I ask?’ I wonder.

Before I get the chance to overthink it, my mouth opens on it’s own. “Are you nervous?” I ask, leaning forward and trying to pr...

Romance