ankorage
Pakistani
I like rainy days, over sized sweaters, green tea and sunshine. I like death and the silence of the night. I am a cracked and empty vessel, an amalgam of words and phrases, fallen stars, crushed hopes, the dust of old books and crescent moon scars. I tend to ramble quite a lot and am interested in the now ‘dead’ languages. / / Memento Mori - remember that you will die too.
Last night I heard you whispering to the stars
You told them you were a husk of a person,
an empty eggshell
so fragile,
so blank.
You tied your secrets to blazing ***** of dust
and whispered wind between the flames
Darling,
inside of the husk there is so much fruit
you are an eggshell; a vessel
carry the soul inside you with pride.
The stars are long dead
Yet they shine on.
- u.f.m
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
I once knew a girl who was a collector of broken things,
From the chipped porcelain jewellery boxes
And fractured photo frames
To me, the most broken object of all
She liked to fix these damaged objects
Because she saw the beauty that lay in them
And carefully she glued me back,
each piece held together by her love
until I was whole again.
(u.f.m)
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC