it’s the lucent sky,
the blue-pink gradient
cotton candy strokes:
the ghosts of the skyscrapers
that once persisted; the
lonely sisters of the fields
in dawn—
it’s a sight you don’t ever
want to take your eyes off,
but it’s what consumes you,
so you will.
undoubtedly, you will;
just to never see it again.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 3:13 PM UTC
the snow will fall
down the waterfall,
and the air will pollute my insides
as my self-conscious self will let me find myself
running,
chasing the streaming frozen water.
the winter garden has been kept away from me,
its orchids and hydrangeas behind the shadows
of this gray city,
so down the meadows i’ll chase the wind.
you said the sunset will sometime fade,
but as i stare in its eyes,
it’s hard to believe this color palette
is about to drip down the dusky sky,
so i repeat to myself
the worn-down mantra you once told me:
“calmness is the vigor of the empires”,
and i breathe
as the same
iciness fills up my lungs,
the sunset leaving its trace behind:
a handprint that it was there just seconds ago,
and it’ll wait in the afterlife.
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC