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
they are searching for recognition in the fear of the night.
“look into my eyes.
do you see my desperation,
my need for hope and love?”
they ask, grabbing at everything they can
to pull themselves back up onto something they can call stable.
each level of their being is cracked,
breaking down slowly until only rubble and wishes are left.
one by one,
their friends leave,
their pieces of laughter trailing behind
like the wants that are so often forgotten by them
until only the two are left, side by side.
their trust is so deep, so old
that even the mountains cannot understand the foundations laying there.
they hold hands, looking into the night, fearless.
“we will conquer this fear,
this loneliness,
this anger,
and we will triumph in the end.
We shall live a dauntless life,
an adventurous time.
Together forever.”
Strong and beautiful.
Eternity
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
I would have trusted his heartbroken smile
And his forgiving eyes.
Maybe this scarred skin will smooth over
When I forgive her lost hopes.
Maybe those eyes full of galaxies would sparkle with stars,
For maybe their light is the only one I need.
But these are in the past,
And reaching into this forbidden jar of regrets
Will only hurt more
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
Add 1 moment of laughter
3 rings of defeat
Mix it with 15 years of happiness
Cool it down with 1 month of depression.
Sprinkle 3 best friends on top
And bake with the fallen tears of your past.
Every piece is perfect
The recipe for you
Never needs to change.
Every day, it is made in perfection.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Her tears held stars
Her eyes were the galaxies that cried.
All it takes is a smile
An invitation
To return the stars to their glory
For hers is the only light they need.
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC