ty poems 101

Little Droplets 

I saw a woman walking on the streets
On one fine rainy day 
She walked with such pride and grace 
With soaked clothes 
And an umbrella hanging from her calloused hands 
And I, soaked in my own misery and confusion in my own rainless space 
I admired her 
And her courage to brave the rain
Without thinking of what could happen
Slowly, my hand reached out 
And I watched as the little droplets pooled in my hand one by one 
And suddenly 
I was not so suddenly numb anymore 
I then understood 
How that woman could've been so happy 
She was happy 
Because she could feel
She had an umbrella 
But she did not have it over her head 
She was willing to feel
She was not afraid 
She held the barriers between her fingers 
She did not let it numb her 
She was not afraid of rain 
She did not mind the pain
Slowly, I closed the barriers 
And held it between my fingers 
Just as that woman did 
The song of the rain flooded my ears
Like jingle bells and Christmas carols
What joy it brought to my thirsty heart
Slowly, the rain drenched me
It washed over me
Just like it did to the woman
Slowly, I was rain itself 
I felt, I wasn't numb anymore
And slowly, very, very slowly, 
I felt what it was like to be happy

Expiration Date (Love's scent and taste) 

She was musk
She was chrysanthemums on a graveyard stone 
She was beautiful decay 
She was chocolates that come in heart-shaped boxes
And she was mine
Her smiles were roses
Bittersweet with thorns
Her scent awakens my soul
Her taste drives away my weaknesses
When her lips are tasting mine I feel powerful 
Strong enough to bring down the world 
Her love was expensive perfume 
And cheesecakes 
And soft blankets
Her fingers were lolly rings that I kiss every time
With spaces where my fingers 
She was all the homemade pancakes we made together
She was every perfume she tried but couldn't buy
She was sun rays on dark nights
She was my cherry blossoms
She was every spoonful of red velvet ice cream that I fed her
She was the scent of old books
Her love was expensive perfume itself
But like all perfumes 
Her love had an expiration date
Her sweet aroma suddenly turned sour
The beautiful decay I had loved is now a corpse
Such a beautiful corpse of the delicious love we once savored
What a fool I was
A fool for taking her love in small proportions
Too small that I haven't finished all of it before it expired
So then came grief
It came like roses
Bittersweet with thorns
I kept that rose
Because it reminded me of her scent
Until one day
The rose petals dried
And grief became sorrow, became guilt
I fell in love with sorrow
I loved it more than I loved her
Sorrow looked so similar to her 
They had the same broken smile
Bittersweet with thorns
My sorrow had no expiration date 
For where there is absence of love, there will be sorrow
And my love had already expired
But then
On one sorrowful lovely midnight
A familiar fragrance tickled my senses
A scent of roses and expensive perfume
And alas, I was holding her hand again 
She wore the same smile 
Her skin still smelled of musk 
But
There was something wrong
Her hand felt so foreign 
The spaces where my fingers used to fit were nonexistent
The creases I used to kiss were gone
It's like her hand is already molded to fit into a another's 
Love was back 
She looked beautiful 
She looked the same
But I do not know her anymore

Amidst (#138)

In the hustling and rustling of the sea of people
In the rush of crowds as they brush past a lonely girl
Amidst all these foreign faces
She has never felt so alone
A letter in a bottle, tossed carelessly by waves 
Oh, isn't it glorious to think, that nobody knew 
What a precious thing was amidst 
Amidst all the busy rustle
This message bottle, slowly sinking in it's own fear 
Shes afraid that no one would understand her message 
But she shoved down that ugly fear 
Amidst the crowd, she started to sing 
A soft melody that drowned in the busy murmurs 
No one heard her, no one heard her message for them all
But even if no one heard her 
She will not stop amidst this crowd 
Her each melody gradually became louder 
As did the hustle and rustle of the busy crowd 
But amidst the rushing people
Her melody drew someone in
Another bottled message, she had captivated 
The bottles clinked, and the noise echoed amidst the crowd 
The glass bottle crowd echoed back 
Each with their own messages 
The message in her glass melody is finally heard 
Amidst the glass bottle people
She felt like she belonged at last

© ambrosia--

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