It's unusually refreshing to meet someone with such a confident personality,
Your unusual accent for a native—
The way, "Oh," sits on your tongue is superlative.
What a strange serendipity for you to come across me.
You ask about my inclinations towards music,
Listening to me wander about my playlists without a sound.
Drawing out the sound of my voice as your heart pounds:
It does the trick.
You warned me about things not to joke about,
Late at night where our minds aren't thinking straight
And my words slip as if fate...
Now you've left without a word, deaf to my shouts.
And here I am writing this poem,
Wondering about the impossibility of meeting somebody so close,
So quickly and intimately; with potential I suppose.
My heart yearns for your return, sadness its hymn.
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC
Sitting around at the table,
Standing by the gate,
Not seeking a label,
Not seeking hate,
Wanting nothing more
Than a question to float by—
I'm quite shy
Finding interesting things on the floor.
Pride in talking of myself,
Greed in talking about myself,
Sloth in talking to myself.
Making slow conversation,
Small talk—
What a pain for reciprocation,
I just want...talk.
Wanting nothing more
Than a question to float by—
I'm quite shy
Finding interesting things on the floor.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Purple is your voice,
Soft as running fingers through groves of lavender—
Gentle on my ears.
Pink is your favourite,
Ironic with your wardrobe being a black hole
As you've called your beautiful mind.
Though it shows,
Your soft giggles
And the heartwarming way you talk to yourself
As you write.
White is our curious relationship,
Occasional exchange of calls online
And open to more.
Like the canvas you paint on.
I'd like to be close.
As my mind is too,
A black hole.
I hope you find curiousity there
As I do find in yours—
Because darkness is an unusual thing
Which pushes people away,
Yet draws them in.
Black are the shadows which follow us,
Darkest in the day,
And hidden in the night.
Yet there lies solace
In the lavender fields.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 1:43 AM UTC
Just the other day I sat,
Atop a metal chair, varnished hardwood floors,
Within white, worn walls;
Listening to a quiet chat.
Just then —
A new character entered the fray of
Shadows embroidered upon the blank canvas.
Wings fluttering like rose petals in a hurricane,
Never settling for one spot.
Darting from point to point
In arbitrary geometric fashion,
Or elegant steps around the ballroom
Of air and space around its still den.
The shadow of the hummingbird reminded me
Of life's fleeting moments.
Similar to how one describes themselves in a resume:
Linearly, in point-to-point fashion;
Ignoring everything,
The far and few between sways in the wind.
Such blasphemy.
The moment came,
And left the room never the same.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
Stuck between venting to
no one that understands
and
suicide.
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 4:30 AM UTC
Wading through the sea of people
I surround myself with,
Learning my efforts often go to naught;
Stressing over everything,
When really I should be fretting over nothing.
"Where's someone that will stay,"
I wonder,
"When will I find that reassurance again."
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC
How can I live
When I dwell in inaction,
Sinking in the sea of nostalgia and remorse,
Absent-minded to the plethora of boats that sail above me;
Filled with oodles of opportunity,
Obtained on their own.
So I'll try to swim.
Thrash my feet against the pressure gritting against my ankles,
Yearning for my stay.
Begging me not to go to where a sliver of me
Dreams of being.
So I stay,
Sinking,
Soothed by sorrow
While the sliver inside throbs and screams,
Scratching against my skull
Sobbing.
You can be one of them,
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:51 PM UTC
Contemplating marriage,
Among other things.
The thought of having someone beside me
Whose completely, consistently, confidently
By my side for the majority of the day
Is exciting.
Especially one such as myself,
One whose mind is filled with consternation
And an inability to assauge inaction.
Something as simple as holding hands
And introducing her to several of my favourite bands;
Strolling along the sands,
Traveling the world and all its lands.
Boys around me complain at the thought of being cuffed,
But I'd consider myself chuffed --
Seeing a mutual love that wasn't bluffed,
Teasing her with little jokes as she huffed and puffed.
Only having met you for several moments yesterday,
The conversation having begun with something similar to a, "Hey."
Your friend Jude seemed to keep you at bay,
A bashfulness overcoming you, something you couldn't allay.
If I may,
You reminded me so much of Shae.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Talking to a friend amidst the crowd,
He asked me a question quite aloud;
Yet my eyes were met by your own
Locked together as if they were sewn.
It was only a matter of time,
The chattering mouths around us all but mime.
Turning back to face a friend at my side,
My lack of attention I had tried to hide.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC