Oceans

     She likes people the way she likes oceans. Always dreaming of it’s blue waters, and it’s cold breeze. Always wishing she was there, lying down on the sand, and adoring every sunset. But she only swam on the shallow area, never really dared to go deeper, because she was afraid.  Afraid of what […]

The Struggle

I have a problem, I say as I bite my lip.

What’s up man? Spill!

So I started with, I like this guy….

ooooohhhhhh details pls!!!

Rolling my eyes as I say, Chill guys it’s nothing serious. It’s just, he makes me smile a lot, you know? 

Mmmm-hmmm?!?!??!??!

Nothing really, I just can’t get enough of him! Like everytime I see him I just want to hug him forever, because in his arms I find peace. Everytime he looks at me, I feel like I want to scream, because guuuurl you’ve got to see those cute little eyes of his! And that smile, omg that caring smile when he sees that I’m uncomfortable or whatever, is the most assuring thing in the world. If I could just kiss him all day, I would, because those lips are amaaziiiing and weirdly addicting. And that little laugh he makes when he bites me, as a sort of apology. Plus I love that he holds my hand all the time. Jeesuus I’ve got to chill, but I’m not like obsessed or anything creepy and all. I don’t know man, he makes me feel good, like every freaking thing in the world stands still when I’m with him. You have no idea what I have to go through to act relaxed, and not like jump him and kiss him or hug him, or whatever… the struggle is insanely real!

Girllll u r hooked! You gotta detach yourself a little tho, you don’t wanna freak him out!

Sighs, I know I know, but how?

The Artist

The world is a canvas
And you hold the brush.

You decide what colors to use,

And what things to draw.

 

Don’t doubt your talent.

Trust yourself enough, to know

That you can make a masterpiece.

 

Belonging

“We lay there in the silence of the night,
And the world just below our feet,
Counting stars and enjoying the midnight breeze.

Not thinking about the past,
Not worrying about the future,
Just lying down, in peace, consuming all the time we can grasp.

I faced you slowly,
As I whispered, thank you.
For what? You asked in confusion.
For this, a memory, a feeling,
A closeness that isn’t merely physical,
A sensation that can only come from the euphoric of feelings
…Belonging.

You pulled me to your side,
Hugged me in content,
I lay my head on your chest,
And fell asleep to the sound of your heartbeat. ”

 
** We had a task in one of our subjects, as a sort of extra credit, to make a poem. Anything under the sun, no restrictions, as long as it’s presented infront of the class.

It’s hard to write poetry if you don’t have anything to say or you’re not inspired, so what I did was look for a qoute that affected me in a way that I could write a poem about it, and of course I did find one, it was from David Levithan’s Every Day.

Does she realize that right now she’s lit by the warm orange spreading from the horizon, as not-quite-day becomes not-quite-night? I lean over and become that shadow. I kiss her once, then we drift into each other, close our eyes, drift into sleep. And as we drift into sleep, I feel something I’ve never felt before. A closeness that isn’t merely physical. A connection that defies the fact that we’ve only just met. A sensation that can only come from the most euphoric of feelings: belonging.
Excerpt From: David, Levithan. “Every Day.” Random House, Inc., 2012-08-28T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks.

 

Happy Place

It’s 55 minutes after 1 am, and it won’t stop raining. 

I have class in 8 hrs, and I’ve been tossing and turning for hours but luck’s not on my side tonight.

A gush of cold air passes by as I wrap myself around the thickest of blankets.

I closed my eyes, did a couple deep breaths, and tried my hardest to relax. Think of your happy place, Ali. It doesn’t work, something seems to distract me. 

*deep sigh* hello uninvited stranger, what must you want from me again?

You turned around, and looked at me like I was some hidden treasure you finally found. With a big sigh of relief you came closer, smiling widely, and without saying a word you gave me the most passionate kiss I ever had in my entirety as a human. 

Caught off guard and obviously breathless, I stared at your eyes, and whispered I missed you, slowly, word after word. You hugged me, tight, just the way you always did, and just the way I always liked it. 

30 min. in my state of day dreaming, I realized why you were here, why you won’t leave, and why I won’t let go either… I found my happy place and it feels soo right this time. 

A night out

She met a guy who wasn’t her type. A few hours later she was already demanding for more attention from him. Realizing she only does this when she’s attracted to someone, she ends up confused. 

What’s happening here? she exclaimed. I don’t like him….right? I never go for guys like him, I mean he’s not even tall, awkward and skinny! But why do I feel like I’m being pulled closer and closer by the minute? Oh Shit.

Talking to herself now, making excuses about her attraction. Maybe… maybe it’s just my desire to have somebody care for me, no one specific. ORRRR Maybe there’s like some vodoo spell going on here! Or maybe you just plainly like him, her heart whispers, give him a chance. So she did.

Fast forward through the night, as they were both having a good time, the guy was showing signs of attraction as well. Feeling confident as ever, she assumed  that everything was mutual, that they were on the same page. As they found a corner all for themselves, she thanked him with a flirty smile, and she got a very tight hug back that made her entire body ache with huge joy. 

As she arrived home with a stupid grin on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror and made an imaginary pat on her back, good job self we did it! But after a few happy minutes passed, a thought popped up in her mind… what if this was all for fun? Nothing serious, just a temporary jolt of euphoria, not meant to last. And she carefully sat on  the couch, slouched slowly, with a heavy sigh she pulled out her favorite light blue lighter and lit a stick of marlboro black.