It's never too late.
The sun also takes
Time to rise,
But the sky
Never remains empty.
- Christian
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 2:40 AM UTC
And with the longest night,
You become
Stronger and heavier.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 1:45 AM UTC
Her breath smelled of
Winery Yard,
And the mix of daisies and lilies,
When my lips caressed hers
For the first time.
- Sharlinson N.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Oct 16, 2019
Oct 16, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
10th July 2017
To My Husband
As I watch your life, slipping away
We share all the things we want to say
We have time to reflect, encourage and love
To be grateful with warmth, to look beyond and above
We remember the good and laugh at the bad
And take time to listen and embrace the sad
It is a rich time, this time that we have
What has been, what is now, is what will be had
As your strength fades, and your eyes slowly dim
We look beyond the body you are in
When death approaches and your final breath taken
We know your spirit, will soar with elation
You will look at this world and say your goodbyes
And peace will take you as you pass through the sky’s
All the best for your journey
Your loving wife
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 4:16 AM UTC
Love them,
fearlessly,
But do not fear losing them.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
Remember,
Each end had a beginning
And Every beginning will end.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
Her soul is tired now
and all she ever wanted to do was
calming her crowded mind
and resting her heavy heart
Her soul is tired now
and the only path she’d go through
was no longer runaway full of eyes
but an empty and quiet hallways
Her soul is tired now
and the dreams are no longer dreams,
they became possessions and hunger
that consumes her alive
Her soul is tired now
as the passion slowly fades away
and the flame in her eyes began to vanish
can’t you feel the absence of her warmth?
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
i.
I intentionally failed to wish you
a happy birthday this year,
though I know significant dates,
hours, moments, people,
by heart.
I still search for you in boys
I mistake for bandages,
the ones with eyes almost
the same shade of your hazels,
lips resounding your laughter,
resembling a wisp of your smile,
But they aren't you.
ii.
Sometimes I pretend you're dead,
because it's less painful
to stop reaching out into voids.
iii.
My mom still blames you
for everything that preceded that year.
Though you probably had no idea what happened
when we stopped talking altogether.
Can you believe it's almost been three years?
iv.
My dad wonders who was my 'one that got away'
Though, I'm pretty sure he knows
it's you.
v.
Remember how I mentioned Sylvia Plath?
How most everything she wrote
brimmed with melancholy?
How I loved every single word?
Especially that piece
where she talked about expectations
and disappointments.
You'll never know that
up to this day I still think
people are selfish enough to
always, eventually turn into the latter.
Even you.
vi.
It's sad I never got the chance
to tell you about Ted.
How she loved him so much,
she just had to figuratively dive headfirst
into the flames-- burning herself,
what was left of her--
after she found out
he never really loved her
the same way
she loved him
in the first place.
vii.
*truth is,
some of us
never learn to accept
the love we think we deserve.*
viii.
I don't know if you still read my poems
or if you still think about me,
about us, sometimes.
Every time you fall asleep past eleven,
a part of me hopes you do.
because I always remember you--
in birthday candles, red ribbons,
off-tune voice records, golden arches,
concrete sidewalks, pedestrian lanes,
the last flickers of city lights
softly fading out of the blue.
I remember you
in everything, in everywhere,
in everyone.
It's useless, no matter how much I try to forget.
No matter how much I just want to forget.
I want to forget.
But, how could I?
When forgetting means forsaking
the very memory of you.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Crave for me like a smoker
Craves for a puff each night.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 11:34 PM UTC