Poetry

  • Moving

    I’m moving. 

    I’ve found a little place in the Past, 

    It’s not much but I think it’s quite lovely, very dear, 

    And things aren’t working out Here, 

    So I’m settling for memories. 

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    What do I know?

    Unknown is the world we live in 

    How deep is the ocean?

    How big is the universe? 

    It's unknown 

    So why try to figure it out?

    Why try to swim deeper than you can?

  • Besties

    Before we bonded

    Bullies belittled me

    And it broke my heart

    Because I felt it in my bones

    But now that we belong

    With each other's beautifully 

    Breathtaking selves

    Their words don't break

  • Renewing

    Discomfort

    settles

    inside you

    hardens

    into something to avoid

    churning your stomach

    restraining you from finding peace.

    Emotional

    yet physical

    tormenting you

    pestering you

  • An Idea

    It is started by a piece of paper

    written in blue pen ink

    smeared as it is folded twice

    passed to a friend.

    Purple marker replies to blue pen

    folded up the same way as before;

  • Carry On

    My other half

    my neighbor

    my friend.

    You will die in my

    lifetime

    and I will be left without you.

    How does life go on

    without you as a

    constant companion

    to support me?

  • the body still blames itself

    If only i had smiled differently,
    worn a different skirt, a longer one,
    if i had stayed quiet, let him win,
    shrunk smaller, been easier to touch,
    been harder to hurt, laughed when i wanted to cry,
    cried when i wanted to scream.

  • Technically...

    Technically, I’m an immigrant;  

    I wasn't born here. 

    Technically, I’m too young, 

    just shy of a year. 

     

    Technically, I’m inexperienced, 

    barely know the rudiments. 

  • Poetry

    By Bee.Lover

    Flowers, water, and glass

    A broken vase is worthless

    To anyone but me

    When they see a mess,

    I see beauty

     

    Most will turn away 

    Brush it off as nothing 

    But I'll run up to it

    Mend it if I can