your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean (INSPIRED BY OCEAN EYES BY BILLIE EILISH)
Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
Your curvy lashes in motion
Are just like tides
touch and wash away my heart
I love ’em
I don’t think I’ll be able to confess
I am a total mess
My eyes are now in a marathon,
I can’t stop
I should move on
but
Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
I am lost in ’em
I am lost.
Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
I wanna erase them
but they have taken a place
I can’t fill that space
I am lost in ’em
I am lost
Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
my love is like an ocean
I am lost in it
I am lost
IMAGE DONE BY SAMEERA PARVEEN(MY SISTER)
The World’s Best Kisser
Since I met her
I’m a metronome:
Ticking heart
keeping time with her
tickling gaze.
Chasing a secret
so salacious
yet only existing
between the pages.
She puts her crooked fingers
in my mouth
to catch me
when the current
drags me out.
An uncontrollable spur
tasting passion
trading words
in an empty room with her
before inevitably
Our lips
become predictable
and the pearl
drops from our clammy hands:
Relationship now visible.
it’s ok. i know someday i’m gonna be with you.
The space where you used to be is empty. The other half of the bed no longer cradles your sleeping form. When I stumble into the kitchen early in the morning, it is too quiet. I miss when you stood, yawning, by the coffee machine and I would hold you in my arms and whisper, “I love you.”
I have so many memories of you. I remember when you would grab a blanket and drag me outside so we could look at the stars. I always said it was cliche, but now I miss how you would ecstatically point out constellations. Remember when you stayed up all night with me and watched all the Star Wars movies, even though you hate Star Wars? Remember when we tried to adopt a pet from the rescue, but you couldn’t decide, so you convinced me to volunteer there with you?
Remember when... all I have are remember when’s. Small memories I’ve hidden away and tucked into corners of my mind. I miss you. I miss you so much that it hurts. Even these words cannot reach you. I am writing to no one. To nothing.
Why? Why did you leave? Why wasn’t my love enough for you to stay? I know you were hurting and broken inside, but you didn’t have to die. I should have kept you safe. I should have been there when you-I can’t even write the words. Yesterday, I went to the bridge where you stood all alone. I looked down into the rushing river and I think I understood. I understood because my only hope is that someday, someday, I will be with you again.
Note: This was inspired by “It’s ok” by Tom Rosenthal.
Just a Matter of Time
*Italics indicate the masterful lyrics borrowed from Mr. Billy Joel’s “Matter of Trust”, go check out your classics:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6yYchgX1fMw
Some love is just a lie of the heart
Guess that’s true but damn it’s so hard to just play it smart
And you may not want to admit
It’s not us it’s just a question of fit
Some love is just a lie of the mind
Wish I could turn it off or learn to be kind and rewind
But time it keeps marching on
And you’ll look but one day we’ll both be gone
Some love is just a lie of the soul
The human heart is not a switch you can try to control
Though it may not beat for awhile
One day you’ll think back on these times with a smile
Too young.
″She told me that she loved me by the water fountain″
There she was, the girl I’ve always had a crush on since I’ve first met her. She stood in front of me, by the water fountain at the front of our High School. She murmured the words, standing so closely to me.
″She told me that she loved me and she didn’t love him″
She said this reassuringly after I asked about him. She gave me a smile, a small one, but a genuine one.
″And that was really lovely ’cause it was innocent″
I smiled back, saying nothing, which must’ve disappointed her as she stood with an expectant expression. Truth is, I didn’t know what to say, or do.
Are we girlfriend and boyfriend now? Do we hold hands? Do I say that I like her too, possibly love her?
Her smile died and she stepped back.
″But now she’s got a cup with something else in it″
Maybe her confession wasn’t as innocent as I thought. Maybe she was expecting us to become a thing right away. But I couldn’t, I felt like we were too young to be serious. I felt like we were at the age where you catch each other smiling across a room, where you tell your friends about something she did when you bumped into her in the hall. WHere you smille and blush, but leave it at that.
Deep down, I feel like she had different plans, different expectations.
″It’s getting kind of blurry at a quarter-past-ten″
It was prom night. Before school ended that day, I told her that I wanted to meet her at the Water fountain, the place where she confessed a few months ago.
I felt ready this time, I reviewed my feelings and came upon my senses to manage to tell her, to be there.
″And he was in a hurry to be touching her skin″
I remember seeing her dancing with Ryan, before I left the hall to go to the Water fountain, where I’d wait patiently for her to come.
I remember seeing him close to her as they danced to slow music.
″She’s feeling kind of dirty when she’s dancing with him″
She had a different expression as she danced with him,
she wasn’t relatively happy-looking, but she still stayed with him.
She seemed almost guilty and sad.
Yet she faked a smile when Ryan said something to her.
″ Forgetting what she told me by the water fountain ″
She responded to what he said with a kiss, a quick one, but still a kiss.
He held her a bit tighter, a bit closer after it.
″I should’ve built a home with a fountain for us
The moment that she told me that she was in love, too young
I was too young″
It’s as if she didn’t say anything to me.
As if she didn’t stand in front of me, smiling, waiting.
Waiting...
Maybe if I hadn’t hesitated.
If I hadn’t waited for so long to say something...
I should have shown her my love when she confessed, make it official, remind her that I, too, loved her, liked her.
But I was too young,
Or so I thought.
It was innocent...
Or so I wanted myself to believe
As I stand by a water fountain, without her.
All alone.
10.6.2020
Song: ‘Water Fountain’, by Alec Benjamin :D
HEAVEN by Troye Sivan
The words in italics are lyrics from the song.
Trying to save face,
daddy heartbreak,
lying throuh my teeth.
I know he won't aceept me
and I know I shouldn't care.
But why can't he just see
that he leaves my heart with a tear.
He has his beliefs
And as he stares at me
I can't help but to think
that he won't love me.
Without changing a part of me
How do I get to heaven?
They say that God won't accept the LGBTQ+ community.
Who are they to say such things?
We just want to be free.
Free to love whoever we fall in love with.
Who we love is not a choice.
Nor is it wrong in God's eyes.
They are feeding us such lies.
We are told, "Silence your inner voice
and you'll rise up to the sky.
God will be filled with so much poise.
All we have to do is lie."
How could this be right?
They are feeding us lies left and right!
God loves us all regardless.
Don't listen to the homophobes.
To believe what they say is such madness.
Just know God loves you for who you are.
#LGBT #Bisexual #Pridemonth #Troyesivan #Lyrics #LGBTQ+Community
Warning Shot
Cold metal never solves anything,
The piercing eyes say as a hand
Gently rubs his leg and a voice
Begs him under the words spoken.
She didn’t know yet, but soon,
The world would finally hear them.
“Shame we have to do this.”
The words were cold and heavy.
The piece adjusted, his eyes squinted.
Shots rang out, then the sirens and tires
Simultaneously appeared from nowhere.
The cold metal was now hot lead,
And hot lead is often a problem solver.
The Witcher
“When a humble bird.
Graced a ride along.
With Geralt of Rivia.
Along came this, song.
For when the white wolf fought.
A silver-tongued devil.
His army of elves
At his hooves did they travel”?
“They came after me,
With masterful deceit,
Broke down my lute,
And they kicked in my teeth,
While the devil’s horns,
Minced down our tender meat,
And so cried the Witcher,
He can’t be bleat”
“Toss a coin to your Witcher,
Oh valley of plenty,
Oh valley of plenty,
Oh-oh- oh.
At the edge of the world,
Fight the mighty horn,
That bashes and breaks you.
And brings you to mourn.
Toss a coin to your Witcher,
He’s a friend of humanity.
So give him a rest”.
That’s my epic tale.
Our champion prevailed.
He defeated the villain.
Now pour him some ale”.
This song always melts me.
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air: I was listening to this 90’s sitcom theme song when I suddenly lost focus.
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air
In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
Those men were evil.
They did not care who they hurt.
It was as if the devil was inside each of them.
I waved my bible at them.
Told them that they were sinners.
They did not seem to care.
A searing pain formed in my jeans.
I was in the grips of an amazing Atomic Wedgie.
It really hurt. In a good way.
I remember it as if it was yesterday.
That was the 90′s.