I'll accept greetings from the dark,
familiar to its horrors and charcoal designs.
On terrible nights, I'll let the endless stars rock me to sleep,
allowing the cold to sting and bruise.
Somehow the numbing darkness,
was the only warmth I could feel,
the only hurt I didn't mind.
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
The lid of a stained glass bottle,
leaves a burning sensation in my palm.
What was I hoping for?
Surely, this message will wrinkle-
my painful words silently drifting away.
And all that'd be left was my starving soul,
craving to be found someday.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
I've fallen before...
Fell into the coldness of a winter night,
and sunk into the chilling shadows of the moon.
I've tripped on the stutter of my words,
and let myself collapse into gloom.
Yet I've never fallen in love before.
Never melted in the tenderness of ones heart...
Or drowned in the eyes of love.
I've never understood the feeling...
of how it is
to truly fall.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
We'll put a label
on what we can not define.
What's wrong and what's right?
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
I never liked horror films,
but it seems as if
it's our only reality.
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
The hot shower water
embraces me,
cleansing me from the outside world.
Sometimes it takes my tears,
and often takes my pain.
I'm stripped of the negative thoughts,
as they hurry down the drain.
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
Is it possible to have absolutely nothing on your mind.
Just staring at the cracks in the ceiling,
while scrunched in bed.
The gentle taps of the rain
would lightly knock on your windowsill.
Your favorite song-
escaping from your earbuds.
And for a moment, you forget about the world
and all your worries.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
Running away-
I don't worry which way is wrong
or which way is right.
I just want to escape.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
Dandelions carelessly dance in the wind
to the songs of the rustling trees.
What was left of the afternoon sun,
buries itself under the ancient pines.
Insects fill the fields with a mesmerizing lullaby.
Luminous flowers steal the last ray of sunshine,
and hide away into the night.
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
Drip Drip Drip
These raindrops seem to carry all the sadness as baggage
As they fall onto my palm
Drip Drip Drip
My eyelids grow heavy
as the raindrops pile all their sadness on my lashes
Drip Drip Drip
I'm lost in the rain
Carrying its baggage
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 4:49 PM UTC