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nim May 24
the stars flicker;
moonlight lands softly on the snow
when all hope washes away,
the wind blows your whisper
gently saying
that my life must go on

the soil no longer contains
your footprints
in our garden
that once bloomed
now, withered and dead

oh, how i miss you
i lost you,
but not forever
i will see you again

but i know you'd hope
it wouldn't be too soon

the wind
gently blows
and i hear your voice
but it cannot
wipe my tears away
like you would

nothing would console me
like you now could
if we could trade places,
i'd be dead instead of you
grief overturns my mood
a wave, that comes and goes
i wish i had spent
more time with you;
you'd make our family garden
bloom all over again.
  May 7 nim
Dirt
Dark eyes,
Dark hair,
Lace like shadows, skin laid bare.
Pale as moonlight on the snow,
Lips that beckon, pull, then go.
Fingernails trace a burning line,
Pain and pleasure intertwine.
Your breath is thunder in my ear,
A whisper deep, too close to fear.
A glance, a sway, your wicked art,
You steal my breath, then take my heart.
So come, you devil dressed in silk,
I'll drown for one more taste of milk.
nim May 7
all the progress i've made
comes crumbling in pieces
now all of your words
said, and unsaid,
are carvings in my skin
left to bleed
for eternity

and when i die,
i will die your daughter
and it's a shame, if you're asked,
that i was ever born
in the first place
a regret, that
someone like me
carries your name
twist it any way you want,
i'll always be a disappointment to you.
nim Apr 28
looking at you is not enough,
nor is pressing my lips against yours;

i need you under my skin,
your fragrant trace
in our messy, warm bed;
i need it to be you

i need you to leave no stone unturned
when you trace your fingers across my body
it is all familiar,
my body's a temple for your love
and it all collapses without your touch

everything made sense
and it all fell into place
the moment before we first kissed
with your eyes meeting mine,
shooting Cupid's arrows
and sending them right through my heart

when your electric touch stunned me,
when your mouth left me speechless
yet bursting with beautiful words
creating beautiful new worlds

[ like wisteria, alongside a gleaming lake
where children will play hide and seek
and reminisce about it, decades after
with a soft tone in their raspy, aged voices ]

let it not fall on deaf ears,
let our love not be silent
i need it to be you,
and i need you every day
i need you every sunset
and each time the sun wakes

i'd travel across the galaxy to find you,
and i'd crave you in each universe
even if i didn't know what was i
searching for
i would need you,
my heart would always flee to you
we'd meet in every timeline, each story,
and fall helplessly in love

let us be fools,
simple jesters, playing with everything
but our hearts
juggling and laughing
but sneaking glances, over our sleeves
where our hearts reside

i am completely yours
i'm giving right in
because i'm a fool when it comes to you
and there is no cure

except, pehaps,
you being by my side
forever and so on?

for you are the sun,
i am the moon
and we are the stars;
supernovas, when we explode
and vanish back to particles
return to dust, intertwined;
we will create and leave behind
something that will go on
and that will have your eyes

the world would be blessed
to have more of you
and if i can contribute
they'll have my eyes, too
nim Apr 28
i know when you're not yourself
your eye colour changes;
it's like looking into a stranger's eyes,
but into someone i know too well

i know when you're not yourself,
your tone shifts and raises;
you blabber twist all the words,
you commit a sin against yourself

it's an army i've watched,
and the general and the innocent
a sick wheel killing itself
a sick wheel turning on itself
and being hunted by itself
and the sick wheel turns,
time passes by, nothing changes
it's a tragedy written in our veins

the wheel turns on me,
but i don't turn on my kids
i turn on myself
i'm killing me
and all the generations past
are killing me
addiction and transgenerational trauma
  Mar 5 nim
Mary Huxley
If you return,
do not knock,
the door has memorized your hands.

If you leave,
do not turn back,
the wind carries only forward.
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