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.
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.
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?
Blood
Hands
I look around
How did I
Get here
No
How did we
Get here
To this place of
Rioting
Festering
Loathing
Hatred
When I was young
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
Discomfort
settles
inside you
hardens
into something to avoid
churning your stomach
restraining you from finding peace.
Emotional
yet physical
tormenting you
pestering you
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;
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?
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, 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.
Kid sitting at the edge of a dock.
Legs swinging in free fall.
Wood scrapes into his hands.
He thinks that the stars can talk to him.
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
Even if was never
About legacy
Your memory
Cannot mean nothing
Your family
Should remember you
And admittedly
No matter what we say
This
Is true.
So who
Will speak