we were but strangers
that happened to cross paths
I saw you staring
and I couldn’t help but look back
a mere encounter
that didn’t form any wonders
only a red thread
that signifies this is not the end.
fate has a playful way of doing things
for I saw you once more,
and another time,
and another time.
the same face,
the same stare.
anticipation filled
the next encounter.
life seems so exciting,
without knowing the after,
staying in the safe zone
of the unknown.
or so I tried to convince myself,
for my heart could not take the baritone
of your first “hello.”
—a.c.
Dec 25, 2023
Dec 25, 2023 at 1:23 PM UTC
deep in the night,
tranquility never looked more beautiful.
with the sea calm and unwavering,
the wind that seems to be singing;
you are the calming light.
deep in the night,
chaos never looked more beautiful.
to the waves playing push and pull,
and the merciless wind that's resounding;
you in the midst, indisputably astounding.
deep in the night,
and everything in between,
the waves that crashes with its might,
and the wind faintly in tune,
in contrast to the chaos and the serene;
you are still here, my moon.
—a.c.
Jun 30, 2021
Jun 30, 2021 at 5:14 AM UTC
saw you in the arms of another
enough years have past
that I can genuinely say I'm happy for you
but I guess the hollow numbness in my chest still believed,
that we would be together in the end.
—a.c.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 1:01 PM UTC
you have come to me
been crying over spilled milk
it was ironic
for you are the cause, the one
who recklessly pushed the glass
—a.c.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 5:04 AM UTC
Blame.
A devil's game.
And I, have been playing too long.
It has no set of rules,
It seemed impossible to lose.
I thought, what could go wrong?
But to my surprise,
As I play the game twice too many,
It is always me against I
A game played against myself.
So so silly, yet I'm convinced
Of this absurdity.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
It is late at night again,
And you're on my mind.
A habit I've been meaning to break since then
And yet, every night this is how I find
Myself, locked in a windowless cage
Looking dazed and disengaged,
Seemingly turning blind
To ignore the key beside me
That frees me from my bounds,
From my deepest wounds,
Stopping myself to be consumed.
All of that with just a little key.
And yet again,
This is how I find myself,
Trapped in an endless cycle of you;
It is late at night
And you're on my mind.
Again and again and again.
—a.c
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
Two people shining
So brightly, you would think they
Are partners in crime:
But as reality goes,
Their hearts are as far as stars
—a.c
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
Entering a new realm,
Things all around you see
That couldn't help but overwhelm
May it be as magical as a hippocampi
Or dark as the waves of sea at midnight
Or bright as a metal reflecting on sunlight
Or gardens filled with flowers that are ever so lovely
Or like a hay lost in a pile of pins
Or a place full of fragile ruins
Maybe like an old greek tragedy?
Whatever it may be,
It sure is more intriguing than reality
And as you go back:
All the images pulling back.
And as if with a snap,
You are back.
You close your eyes
engulfing yourself in the world fantasized
Everything vanishes;
And open them again,
You slowly see the world crystal clear then
two glasses making a clink,
As the ringing noise fill your ears:
you realize
All these realms and ruins
Were just paper and ink.
—a.c
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
It will come like a landslide
Rapid, sudden, —as if it were alive
A heartbreak, defined by teenagers
is losing your lovers,
But, my darling, it isn't always about love;
Sometimes it's broken dreams and hidden sobs.
It's the empty eyes of a child,
Once filled with joy and delight
talking about what she loves.
It's the teary eyes of a scientist
Looking at paintings,
She never drew.
It's the eyes that keep looking back
To the past that lacked.
It's the hole in one's heart
That can't seem to be filled. And yet we always thrive
each day to survive,
All along
Unknowingly finding pieces
that are making us feel one again.
—a.c
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
Of all my what ifs,
My might have beens,
It's clear that,
You are my favorite.
But, as I wander around,
Of all your what ifs,
Your might have beens,
I ask myself:
Am I your favorite?
—a.c
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 6:09 AM UTC