Relentless
The Sparkle in His Eyes
“I’m on a rollercoaster that only goes up, my friend.” / “To whatever end, Aelin.” / My heart, my words create my own infinity of imagination and dreams. Hope lights up my world, and despite the fact that pain demands to be felt, I will be stronger.
It used to be a haiku
full of pain and sadness.
But I broke apart that form,
Tore apart the words,
and rearranged them into shields.
Now, I have a wall of shields
each one a haiku I wrote
about you.
Every sword was forged from each tear
I shed from your bloodied words.
You have created a soldier
Hardened in your spite and anger.
I would tell you not to worry,
But I don't think you ever did.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 4:02 PM UTC
I'm pulling out my parachute
In a last attempt to survive your butterfly kisses
From my stomach to my chest.
These butterflies seem to stab,
And fold their steel wings against my skin.
So I might try to fly away
In my broken parachute
Red as the blood we spilt.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
The smooth slide of his hand
Against the smooth curve of her side.
The rush of every pent-up emotion
Let loose in the fiery thrill of their skin.
Gentle, yet raging, this want spread quickly
Through the once torn scars of their minds.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
are these words
supposed to mean something?
am i
supposed to shout into the void
fling my emotions at the growing silence
which lies in our minds?
where am i
supposed to release
this cup full of tears
when the night is young
and the moon is howling in anger,
echoing my growing garden of emotions?
are these words
supposed to mean something?
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 7:21 PM UTC
show me
show me the most damaged part of your soul
show the pain and the tears
show me the nights covered in fear
and the days showered in anxiety
show me the most damaged part of your soul
and i'll show you
how it still shines like gold
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
Holding hands in the hall
Whispered stares about us.
“How can she have the audacity
To get together with anyone?”
The rumors poison her heart,
Slowing her stride
Until she hides her face away.
“It’s all for attention,” they whisper.
But her love grows more than the rumors.
One year goes by,
Classes go by, and they are happy.
“Look at the *****
She doesn’t deserve that.”
Two years, graduated with honor.
Loving more than life,
More than the horrid thrown at them.
We can survive.
We are strong.
Our love is growing
Our future is drawing
With hope and trust.
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
At the drop of a hat, from sunny to grey
You’re rendered speechless, not a word to say
You hear in the distance of this haze,
“Are you okay?”
To which you mutter a reply
“Yeah… I’m fine.”
But, you know you’re not fine…
Yet, this isn’t the time…
To open up like a book, let them see inside.
So you bite your tongue, you try to hide.
For when they find you… They always find you…
It takes all you have, just to put up a fight.
You see…
I care not for the monsters that lurk in the night…
No… My fear is of a different kind…
I’ve found there is no escape,
From the monsters that lurk in my mind…
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
him.
the fire that was once burning so explosively
giving up days after ratchet days to kindle it
him.
It let off so much warmth in my heart
kept me cozy on days of doubt
him.
was unselfish
caring to all
him.
could easily be gone
if I didn't tend it just right
him.
flaring in extraordinary ways
looked like a devil in an angel kind of way
him.
him.
reminds me of a fire.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:52 AM UTC
He had been in love with her all his life,
But she had a heart as cold as ice.
He wished to melt down the frozen barrier,
And burn her alive with his endless desire.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Walking on the badlands
secluded darkest part if this planet
My heart melts, as I relay this dreaded tale
She crawls with a dwindling hope
Her worn out feet couldn't carry her any longer
HELP ME, she says
With a fainting voice, low parched and raspy
that's dying from existence.
but the society dares not to blink
From the mare that stares with great fright
She drags her feeble legs
Holding on to chair next to her
While attempting to stand up
Trading her life for mercy
RESPECT ME, she yells
Am I not a human being
for without my womb
Would any if you exist.
A man paused
and paradoxically stared at her
with unquenched thought of great irate
"what is this thing doing here?"
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:50 AM UTC