L. R. Haven
Just here to spread my joy of writing, learn to love poetry, and meet some writers ❤️
L. R. Haven
Just here to spread my joy of writing, learn to love poetry, and meet some writers ❤️
Just here to spread my joy of writing, learn to love poetry, and meet some writers ❤️
Just here to spread my joy of writing, learn to love poetry, and meet some writers ❤️
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?
...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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....
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...