A dusty old box
In the depths of your closet
Alongside the forgotten
Is now brought back into light
Hands start nervously shaking
You open it once again
Dust
slowly
fall
to
your
sides
A journal
Pages brown from the time passed
Flipping each page after page
Reminiscing the pa—schwip
A cut forms on your finger
Stinging ever so slightly
Only to realize pain
Had been present all along
Resurfacing
Reliving pictures of home
Fake smiles and faded colors
No trust in one another
Snapshots of a “family”
Bruises only you can see
Only God knows what courage
It takes to retrieve what has
Been hidden away from
Yourself
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
More than just kawaii desu
More than nico nico ni
And senpai noticing me
You are the reason my heart goes doki doki
More than the final rasengan
More than the last hurrah
And all the power needed for a kamehameha
You give me strength when all hope is gone
More than just friendly rivalries
More than swimming medley relays
And underdog hero clichés
You help me be the best I can be always
With Moon Prism Power
I’ll transform right before your eyes
Into a weeb like no other
You bring me joy before I even realize
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
Unconditional love that knows no bounds
Warmly embraces me without judgment
His voice fills my ears with heavenly sounds
Jesus causing a shift in my movement
None of it makes sense, it baffles me so
I kept running away yet He would still wait
Relentlessly pursuing me until I know
That my homecoming is never too late
I savor the times we spend together
When we’re in a crowd dancing and laughing
Or in nature’s beauty and warm weather
Even the grief and anger-filled crying
Through my pain and brokenness, He remains
An overwhelming love that breaks my chains
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
The cries I never had to hear
ring in my head;
keep my heart heavy.
Cries of loved ones;
cries of lost ones.
Gunshots ring louder.
Voices grow quieter.
Faces become shadows.
Lights once flickering bright,
fade into the night.
We scroll quickly with mindless fingers
while they fade like distant memories.
Faces to be forgotten.
Until it happens,
again.
No time to mourn.
I fade into an abyss
of news and media
filled with violence;
an abyss called hopelessness.
We disappear
into its darkness
together.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC