Three rings of a bone punched with knives
Hangs from fang trees,
Replacing the once solid trees.
Each ring echoes through the air;
Each dripping of a substance, unknown;
Turned inside out.
Each one, a white surface.
Veins filled of crimson delight,
Running down slowly, but surely.
Underneath a raining sky,
Sometimes dreams
Turn it into blood.
Each tree, perfectly fine one morning,
Until screams echo through the air,
On the first of the month of Halloween.
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 8:40 PM UTC
Before Corona
You would tell me something,
But I would not hear,
Maybe because of the howling
Or the voices of the wind.
I would ask "what?"
You'd repeat,
Once, twice, three times.
Eventually ending with a "nevermind."
And my heart would crack,
A pain consuming,
Of worries and sadness,
That I could not hear
The simple words you said.
Coronavirus rolled around
And the masks are worn by everyone around.
Sure, it is to keep it out,
But they also keep the voices muted.
You would say something,
Through the mask,
A barrier.
Yet again, I ask "what?"
And wonder if I knew how to sign
This would be so much easier.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 12:05 PM UTC
What is life?
Life is
The magical moments
That keeps your heart levitated,
That keeps you on your toes,
That fills you up with warmth,
Filled with loving moments,
That you can’t get enough of,
And wish that it stays.
But,
Life doesn’t give you what you want,
No matter how many pennies you throw into the fountain.
What is life?
Life is
The dark moments
The ones where you cry when something doesn’t go your way,
The ones where you must carry an umbrella and wear all black,
The ones where you feel like S***;
These ones are when you feel hopeless
No matter how many times you fall,
And don’t feel like you should get back up.
Everyone’s day feels like one of these.
Wake up and find out: Are you having a magical or a dark day?
But the worst of all, are the ones where it is magical then it slowly turns dark;
Where you think everything is in your favor,
And you are about to show the world that they should not mess with you
Then a text or a tweet comes in
And everyone turns their back to you.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 7:18 PM UTC
I fell in love
With the
Kind part
Of you,
The one
That would make sure everyone
Was Okay,
Even though you were not,
I fell in love
With the
Brave side
Of you,
The one
That did things,
Without a care in the world;
About what others thought of you.
I fell in love
With the
Loyalty piece
Of you,
The one
That stood up,
For the people you love the most,
Even though you were the one who needed someone to stand up for you,
You did
All of that,
Without knowing what others thought of you,
And you chose,
And you chose
To let it go,
To let it fade,
A piece buried.
I used to love
The broken soul
You once had,
Because you were kind, brave, and full of loyalty.
Now it’s faded,
And you don’t care,
You thought someone was not out there for you,
But I am... I was,
Until you let it fade,
Until you chose to go;
In your place is someone
That I don’t know.
I fell out of love
With the
Dishonest
Side of you,
The one
That lied
About anything
To friends and teachers.
I fell out of love
With the
Lazy
Part of you,
The one
That didn’t care
For the dreams
You once had.
I fell out of love
With the
Rude
Piece of you,
The one,
Who talks
Over someone
Telling an awesome story.
I don’t know anymore
Whether I love you or not,
But I do know that the person
You once were is faded and is never coming back.
You may have lost your soulmate,
I may have been her,
But I don’t care,
You lost your chance,
Now you are
Someone I don’t know; Don’t love
You were
Someone I used to know; Used to love
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
Dear,
Stop drinking beer.
He is still there.
Where? In the air?
He is not there, but here.
But, it is bare.
The Man in the Mirror:
Could you be more clearer?
Dear,
Why don't you stop?
What? Where is this cop?
Uh, huh.
Oh, Cop:
Why are you non-stop?
He is on the tiptop
Of a long drop.
Why, that is just horror.
Do you really have to be full of terror?
But, it is the Man in the Mirror,
Not full of error.
The Man in the Mirror:
Could you be more clearer?
You are not an error,
But terror.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC