the cursor blinks
precariously on the doorstep
of the internet
she stares blankly at
the white screen
illuminating her face in
the darkness of the room the
only other light being
the faint glow of the moon in the
far window too blurry to be
wished.
when she was small she
was scared of the dark
scared of who was there
who was hiding
but she’s older
now so she should be braver because
only babies are scared of darkness
the cursor mocks her
in the search bar
she looks around as
if making sure no
one
is watching
as she reaches the
keys typing out her
sorrows
"who am i?"
the mouse wavers over
the magnifying glass
waiting to
open the rusty gate with
a key of curiosity
but the fog beyond
may darken the
the streets
and may poison
puddles
with the foul
smell of
uncertainty
she closes her eyes
and presses delete.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 9:36 AM UTC
It all started in March with
the people on television claiming
that it will be back to
normal in three months but
now it’s here for
it’s first birthday as I watch in
horror as the death toll rises from
nearly zero to half a million and the
stupid curve never deflating i’m
sick and tired of people being sick and
tired and “forgetting” that humans are
dying as if it's okay to go out just because
you’re some kind of ******** celebrity why
can’t you understand that the
world doesn’t
revolve around you i
stand helpless while
corporations boast that we’re “all
in this together” when we’re
not because unlike me you can
make a difference but yet you
sit on a throne made of
cash while essential workers struggle to
breathe their mask digging into their
skin tears dripping onto seagreen scrubs
i’m starting to
think that the real
virus is
you.
Mar 2, 2021
Mar 2, 2021 at 6:31 PM UTC
in a blink,
the clock hand whirls
a baby gains wrinkles and white hair
soon to leave the earth
leaving no traces behind,
like their ancestors before them
while plastic bags live on in landfills.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 1:02 PM UTC
talk till you’re hoarse
waiting the roof to crash down
in a room
of invisible people
who have moved onto something else.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
people will leave and go
like how the sun rises and falls each day.
good things never last forever.
older, busier,
year after year,
no time for childish wonder
pulled down with the burden of responsibility.
it will soon trickle down to me.
what time do i have left?
when people i know start their journey,
will i want to stay?
will i be the same?
drenched in a place of nostalgia,
filled with bittersweet longing
and past friendships, rotting in time.
one day i will leave,
like my predecessors before me,
with a briefcase stuffed with memories.
which soon will be lost in the depths of time
within the twisting path
of life.
_
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
when your heart shattered
it fell into my open palm
discarded
like the letter you wrote
over and over again
written past tense
with open notebooks and dried out pens
blinking cursor waiting
shards you left behind
embedded in my brain
when roses die
why do thorns remain?
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
the clouds grow heavy
and now the rain falls softly
the animals dance
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 8:32 PM UTC
you take flight
high, in the sky,
above the clouds
toward the sun
the wings I wear
are broken, damaged,
weighed with despair
i search for the sun
but it’s only in vain
human adventures
with expiration dates
you took my hand
i felt finally free
when you let go,
i fell to the sea
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC
W hen the silence comes to haunt me,
H ere i am, lost.
Y ou promised.
C omplicated’ they say
A word to describe.
N obody trusted me as you did
‘T oday,not tomorrow’ you begged
I ’m waiting.
F or once, I wonder “is this
O ver?”
R ealizing my mistake, I
G uess I can’t listen to you
E ven your promises.
T oday, just another day..
Y oung and reckless, just like the
O ath you broke
U nlocked, I spill.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 9:58 AM UTC
the sky falls short
almost
collapsing
time closes in
feeling
apathy
regret echos loudly
wanting
to forget
looking back
i should've
known
better.
Jul 7, 2020
Jul 7, 2020 at 9:19 PM UTC