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never really love
What you gave me everyday
Was never really love.
It was toxic, poison,
You stained my blood black.
All of your words
I realize were all lies.
Even the ring on my finger
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lonely thoughts
I run to the forest,
The colors remind me
Of the color my eyes aren't.
Your screams are still in my ears,
They still echo
Against the blank canvas out here.
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death bed
You push me out to sea
With every toll life takes.
My wood is deteriorating
With thousands of years.
I've held village girls
And I've held mothers.
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Standards
Anxiety is encircling my fingers,
Every move I feel a twitch.
This pain is nothing new
And now my heart has a stitch.
I didn't want to break your heart
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The Ending
I finished the story,
How can that be true?
I don't want it to end,
What are their futures?
It doesn't feel real,
And I can't believe it is over.
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A Haiku
Just two minor chords
resonating in dark rooms.
Something new has bloomed.
Loves
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Cycle of Endings
With an ending,
Comes a new beginning.
A constant cycle of rebirth,
an eclipse of emotions.
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To Wield Both a Pen and a Sword
I want to hold
Both a pen and a sword,
To find struggle within my words,
To make pain drip from the ink,
Trickling onto my palms,
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Fragile
Spring is a blossom crushed
Unbeknownst to you, in your clammy palm.
It’s a season made of glass,
Fragile, disintegrating
Like the April showers filling
Cracks in the pavement.
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This Time It's Real
This isn't a "see you in three months"
Because I'm not coming back
This isn't a "goodbye for now"
At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,
This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"
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Emily Dickinson, What Did You Feel?-
When you languidly grazed hands with a Woman,
had you seen your reflection in Her irises?
Had you wished you could drown in that yearning black void? -
I Wish I Was As Beautiful As The Ocean
On a rocky cliff
where the grass sways in the wind
and the sky never seems to end,
there lies a silent house
where a silent woman lives.
She does not need to speak;