how can a month paint my eyes
and turn my tears into a fountain of numb feeling?
yet i can still see this world
through the
layers
you spread with your fingers.
i can't find myself
in these april
showers.
it shows, oh it shows
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Golden honeyed petals in a riverbank of lavender,
dreading the moment the daffodils no longer dance
swept off their feet, prisoners to a purple world
this is how flowers die
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
It is without snow, the roses do not become brides,
Without oceans, the frogs do not feel endless,
It is without clouds, the sun does not feel loved
Without birds, the bears forget nature's music.
It is without you, I feel alone.
It is with you, I love.
Forget-me-not,
spells the flowers in your eyes.
Do not be afraid. Do not worry.
I will Forget-you-never.
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
The morning will come soon,
do you hear the gossip of the stars?
They say the sun is angry,
the moon stole another,
and he weeps for his lover.
Morning will come soon,
I stay with the moon
but I wish you the best of luck.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
The moon told me stories,
and I left to find them.
I won't come back.
Moonlight has brought me far
and I've lost too much to turn around.
Yet, even the moon says I'm not
good enough to find its treasured stories.
Not earth not sky saw me
the way I dreamed they would.
the way I dreamed I could be seen.
O what a dream.
And it was but that. A dream.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
My life is worthless,
I don't have a single petal
to add to this garden
of darling scarlet roses.
I have nothing to give,
everything is dying
in my grasp
and soon my soul will be fleeing
my life to wither away
and never come back.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
You'll be okay.
Lay down, tuck yourself in my waves.
Close your eyes, my budding flower, let yourself dream.
Your colours will paint the coral reefs,
Your breathing will rock the fish
back and forth in this blanket,
nestling next to you.
You'll be okay.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC
Smile for me, he said.
And I smiled.
He loved the lie...
Sometimes, I'd think to that moment,
after he left,
...and I'd love the lie too.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
I never thought dreamers could fly,
Seeping through winds, kissing the sky.
Dressing their bodies with tulles of white silk,
Impersonating clouds in their suits of bone milk.
I never thought dreamers could fly.
I always believed they were a part of the sky.
Not seeping through, but one with the wind,
A cosmos in their smiles, stars breeding in their mind.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
If beauty is pain why must pain be beautiful?
Are we to sin for our hairless upper lips?
Cloud the skies for our favorite lipstick?
Carve meaningless words into our hearts for our perfectly trimmed eyebrows?
You say you'll be alright in your mask. You say: "beauty makes me happy."
But still I wonder, how much pain have you suffered?
I face myself in the mirror, a battle in my eyes.
I am not beautiful and I still feel pain.
Beauty is pain, pain is everything.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC