Maybe I give myself too much credit: that I am good, I am doing better, I am great at my craft, that I have something to show everyone when in reality I am just average at best. What else do I show of myself that is worth a praise more than just “you did your best”? How bare do I have to be for people to pay attention to me? Maybe I am just having a bad day that has been going on for 182 days. But at the end of it all, I am just a mere performance worth 59% rotten tomatoes, it’s more than half, but barely fresh. At least I did my best? What other ******** do I have to say to myself so I don’t end up crying with a blade in my hand? It seems that trying is just never going to get me far, and the best I can give everyone is this: the mediocre poet who dreamed too high and fell so deep she died on sea. She had wings too weak and dreams too heavy that the only place she could reach was the clouds of 9, where she could only see from a few feet afar before she landed and died. That is the only thing I can offer.
Mar 11, 2024
Mar 11, 2024 at 9:39 AM UTC
The bed has never been the comfiest place to sleep in.
Everywhere else is better than sleeping on a bed.
The couch is inviting, soft, weird place to sleep, but acceptable.
Single wooden chairs lined perfectly, not so much.
But still, better than a bed.
The floor too, albeit cold and flat, it stretched my muscles into place, held me to the ground until I was fast asleep,
so still, it is better than a bed.
Sitting while im on my desk supposedly doing my homework is also better than laying in bed.
Why was everywhere else so much better than being where I should be?
I never fell asleep on the bed. It was too stuffy, too suffocating, too boring, too everything.
It was loud, and banging on my mind with quietness and precision as it does every night.
But most especially, it felt too much like a coffin.
I’d rather sleep anywhere else than on the bed.
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 1:48 PM UTC
in our universe, it was always lonely
so full of hate and anger it bore me
our stars were scattered,
but I can see your universe from afar
somehow it aligned, yours and mine
two different universes, we cross
our paths and meet our past
it was you, who was I,
and who you were opened my eye
past meets the present
mot bound to happen but did,
and now we're staring at the
same moon crescent.
you and I are not the same
it was you who was I,
but I am never you, am I?
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 6:07 AM UTC
illuminating the skies
along with the flowers that have died
going up north,
further up forth
an ocean of stars
making up our galaxy
our universe will not die
because of these stars
an ocean in the sky
will be yours and mine
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 5:57 AM UTC
in the tree that you bloomed so prettily,
the smiles you gave, the comfort, tranquility
in the calm oceans you reside
your presence felt by my side
you truly are one of a kind.
how precious you are
more precious than diamond
one that shines brighter than the sun
blinding the gods, the father, the son
for who you are is magnificent
a flower that bloomed on a tree
a flower that resides deep within the sea
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
the sky is clear— i go on about my day
as i pass the crystal roads
i saw a feline; astray
i go up to the cat and ask them
“is there anything worth it, my friend?”
hoping for a response, but to no avail
i leave the feline alone and go on about my day
the moon has risen— i prepare to sleep
suddenly i remember the cat on the street
i walk outside and see fireflies
i hear them echo through my ear
looking for the cat, i cannot see but hear
“meow” it calls me, as i walk towards the direction
only could i have noticed i was lost in the dark alley
but the cat i finally found, he was black and round
and then it tells me “there is always something
worth it, even when it’s blurry”
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 4:59 AM UTC
everyday i wake up
i choose you
above anything else,
and any other things
there is you
who comforts
who loves
and who cares
there is you that i choose
and i will always choose
Nov 24, 2020
Nov 24, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
in the struck of 12 midnight, everything becomes much more beautiful.
the howls and buzz, the crickets, the winds.
the fatal silence, the coming of dawn,
and you.
when the moment is here, you just have to treasure it,
keep it in you heart and dont ever forget.
for this time, dawn is as beautiful as you are.
shine bright, love. For you are my orbit,
and my whole universe
and i am your galaxy.
i am your ocean, you are my paradise.
you are my moon, and i am your star.
darling, look above you, the astonishing dawn right before our eyes
let's keep it in our hearts and never forget.
for this moment you are my dawn, and
i am your partner in life
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
the very first time i looked up to the sky,
it was dark, and it was scary— still, i tried.
the world was so cruel, and my mind was in chaos
but someone told me, “it’ll be the most brilliant darkness in our eyes”
darkness has never felt this comforting before
so warm, it feels like home. so accepting it feels like a hug.
since then, i never took my eyes off darkness
because i know, it’ll be the most brilliant in our eyes.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
I found a friend in you,
You whom I know, but have not seen
You chase the rains away,
Put a smile to my face.
Thank you,
You mean so much to me,
More than you know.
I found a friend in you,
You whom I respect.
When no one else was with me,
You were with me,
Giving me inspiration.
I never walked alone until then.
For being with me
For giving me strength.
For being my friend,
I didn’t feel alone anymore.
You were with me,
For making me smile,
Even on my worst days.
You make me happy,
Give me hope,
And suddenly I don’t feel like I'm alone.
Because you're with me
And I'll be with you
So let's be happy
And thank you.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC