Let storms rage

The clouds are dark and grey and scary,
An impending storm right before my eyes,
However do one prepare to fight it?
To stop it from ruining things - but lies.

Then the sun shines breaking through those clouds,
The skys a pretty blue again and birds start chirping too,
As if the storm never struck by,
Or grateful now thats its passed too?

Maybe, i think, just maybe,
Its good to get shook by such storms at times,
It reminds you of how its not always sunshine,
You come out grateful and stronger and much kind.

Beautiful complexities

She has come across a lot of complexities. And she is one of them. She has a complex mind that even herself can not understand. She is like the flower that couldn't bloom, the star that refuses to shine and like the heart that denies any form of love. She is so lost in her thoughts of the could haves and could be's. And then she thinks of how nothing really matters. Her soul demands to float in the air and dance with the spirits. She is so complex that people find her beautiful, not knowing what is going through her...the storm that rages too much a disastrous pain.
♡pelki

Breaking up

I wanna hate you,
Despise you,
I don't wanna be nice,
I don't wanna be friends,
I wanna hate you,
Because this is the only way,
I will ever get over you.

I wanna forget you,
Forget our kisses,
I don't wanna love you,
I don't wanna be friends,
I wanna hate you,
Because this is the only way,
I will ever get over you.

Will I ever get over you? :(

My poetic self

I am the most poetic when I am sad,
When I am a broken piece of hell,
And the world around me spins in tears,
Then am I the most poetic self.

I am the most poetic because I am,
In a situation I never saw myself in,
When I hoped of better days before me,
With people I had hoped to be with.

I am the most poetic when I am sad,
I can spill my emotions in black and white,
To ease the bloody screaming wounds,
And the heart that's burning in fires blue.

I am the most poetic when I am sad,
When I am in the worst of my state,
Shattered dreams and stormy days,
It still helps calm the rain away.

The sister I never had

Today I am crying,
For the sister I never had,
Thinking how nice it'd be,
But right now it makes me very sad.
I think of how I'll make her hair,
and then she will work on mine,
As we  comb through our secrets bare,
Our hearts will forever entwine.
I'll steal her dress,
The pretty pink with flowers on it,
And she will steal mine- unless,
We decide what's hers is mine.
I think of how I'll not let her sleep,
Or sometimes of how I'll make her weep,
I will tell her all my secrets deep,
Nothing from each other shall we ever keep.
And if a guy will break her heart,
I'll make him pay for all her hurt,
And if ever a guy will break my heart,
I'll know she's there to kick his butt.
I will know there's somebody for me,
Who wouldn't judge me- not even a bit,
She would be the best friend I'll ever need,
And i am sure we would never grow apart.
But today I am crying,
With a broken heart,
Wishing on a sister I never had,
And all the things I could have done with her...

To chillies playing on my tongue

My affair with chillies,
Go deeper than deep,
And when it's hotter than hot,
My love for it grows by folds and folds.

With a pinch of salt,
And a bite bigger than big,
My tongue is on fire,
A fire sweeter than sweet.

And when I take a sip,
Of the hot steaming butter tea,
My tongue burns with so much heat,
That there's firework all around me!

Everything in white

Everything in white,

The pretty lilacs and roses,

On her wrists and on her hair,

On the ground and everywhere.

Her graceful strides as she glimmered in white,

While eyes in awe and mouths flung open,

Two pretty girls in pastel white followed,

Her silky white flowing dress in their hands.

Her eyes met his on the altar he stood,

Her man in white and everything better than good.

A dream come true,

As they said their vows- "I do",

But oh She awoke from her dream of her fairytale day,

Where everything was only white and gay...