i long for your longing for me
staring across to each other through
adjacent windows on second-floor balconies
our eyes wander but never meet
i call your name through sealed lips as i sleep
i miss you
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 7:22 PM UTC
sometimes when i look in the mirror
my reflection seems more real than me
as though i am merely a projection of myself
and my thoughts do not belong to me
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
my heart yearns to write of beauty and love
for my words to warm your soul
but this pen and this paper conspire against me
and ravage your heart with my voice
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 11:41 PM UTC
I once thought I loved you more than life itself,
as if your very presence denounced all things once beautiful
until I realized that wasn't love
that to love someone is to love everything,
for when you love
it fills your soul until there is no room left for hate
so that each and every insignificant brushstroke of nature
is a masterpiece in and of itself simply for existing
but the world did not rise to your challenge,
your light simply faded from my eyes
until I could see the stars again.
Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
there was a boy
that i knew for an instant
he was the eye of the hurricane
when it seemed as though i would drown
I lived a life in that week
one which often runs amuck
through the boundless halls of my wandering mind
His laugh
like the harmonious seraphic melodies
which ring through heaven's walls
His Smile
as if you had bottled up
that great reunion of the sun and the horizon in the evening
coming home after a long day
His Eyes,
like brilliant emeralds
reflecting the blossoms of flame
from the burning within me
And for one shining moment
our souls were the earth and the moon
forever entangled
in that infinite waltz through the stars
"RAGE" The Wind Screams
and suddenly I am the hurricane
and the hurricane is me
and my winds billow against myself
and it is dark once again
but I have seen the light.
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 10:04 PM UTC
the faces in my memories no longer smile
with the chubby cheeks of youth
they have aged with me
til that wondrous sparkle faded from their eyes
as i have grown bitter so have our hearts together
so that now those memories which once brought me comfort
now greet me with mocking & jeers
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 1:53 AM UTC
my mother once had a porcelain teapot
gilded with flowers and leaves,
on my 12th birthday, i dropped it to the ground,
and it shattered as it hit the floor
some days i feel like that teapot
glued back together but still missing some pieces
weaker than i began
but stronger than i ever will be again.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 1:25 AM UTC
i saw a breeze in my terrarium
a gentle sweeping of the peace,
i wonder if the trees can feel the breeze
flowing through their leaves?
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
I stood up and left the fire that burnt my touch,
though as night falls I grow to miss its warmth.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC