Pillows getting tired catching teardrops
Searched for boogeyman underneath,
telling him to dry them this time
Wondering how long this would last
Shall I wait until the sun comes up?
No one knew she's dying to die
No one knew she's counting her breath
No one knew she needed help
But then,
no one also knew she survived alone
Drying up her own tears
picking up her broken glass
putting up a brave face
She did not came out from a storm
For she became one
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
1680
Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
Dragging herself out of bed
She stared at the damp grass ;
stared at the dew that seems to hold
unto the leaf of grudges.
Sipping in the freshness of the day,
a normal day for some ;
a lifetime darkness for her.
She who locks anxiety in her tiny chest,
kept piling up the bricks,
and created a wall of nausea.
She met her demons on a quiet suburb,
wanting them to stay -
for she was high on negativity.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
Come and spoil me with your poetry
Undress me with words so enticing
Make love to me like I'm the only girl that exists in this world full of insecurities
We found ourselves smiling
In our tiptoed jokes
and in our drunk compliments
You spilled my wine but I don't care
we went down unto a boiling war
now we sat by the beach,
sunset glaring
and your eyes staring
I can finally say,
in your arms I'm home.
May 21, 2020
May 21, 2020 at 9:11 AM UTC
slowly
our tears danced with the rain
and people thought we're doing just fine
doubt and fear created our prison
staring at a warped window
we couldn't even fathom how to survive
the explosion going on in our chests
we couldn't even breathe
we couldn't even run
we couldn't even
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
Apparently , it was not the wind who told me you left
It was the sudden lightness feeling of my chest
It was the sudden brightness of the sun
It was the sudden laughter I'm no longer faking
It was the monochrome vision coming back to hues
It was the vision of me saving myself from drowning
It was the simple satisfaction of existing
It was happiness finding me again .
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
during my worst times
on the park benches
in the jails
or living with
******
I always had this certain
contentment-
I wouldn't call it
happiness-
it was more of an inner
balance
that settled for
whatever was occuring
and it helped in the
factories
and when relationships
went wrong
with the
girls.
it helped
through the
wars and the
hangovers
the backalley fights
the
hospitals.
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade-
this was the craziest kind of
contentment
and to walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror-
see myself, ugly,
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC
Your pain, my life
Your scream, my breathe
Your sweat, my tears
Your smile, my laugh
I was once your little bump
now you call me your biggest champ
I was once your sleepless night
but now you rest with that face so calm , so beautiful.
Your remarkable care, left us enthralled
Your kisses, your warmth
All great things we wish for you
have been captured by the zephyr
that'll stay in our hearts forever.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:56 AM UTC
The moon's going extra tonight
illuminating the whole sea
two hearts, one shore
different beat, same waves
silence spoke thousands of emotions
one thought came, loud and melancholic
" love, before it's too late to love at all ".
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 8:50 AM UTC
the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.
the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.
but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.
they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.
but the price is
terrible.
sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC