The sun & why lilies are at peace
in its passing.
The sea & where it keeps
all of the fallen stars.
The trees & the names
we named them with
for our children to call them by.
Questions like,
would it lead me to a *** of golds, or
would I stand before fields of forsythias
on the chance that I'd follow
where this rainbow ends.
The moths & what draws them into
the flame of the wavering candlelight
as we read verses in fluttering pages
of books we will close for a long while.
The ones we leave behind
for the ones who would also soon go
without us.
The stones by the flower beds
we mark with sorrow & love.
Their names we will hum like aubades
for skylarks to warble on glades
even doves can never reach.
What for do all these we bound ourselves with
in the transcendent wake of time
tell us of the meaning
of life?
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 2:13 PM UTC
reminiscing youβ
back to the dawn when you unclothed all of the petals
so you can see what kind of love
he's made of & if he can
make the same love with you;
he would want to feel anytime again every touch
that scorched his skin that gave him
the wintry chill of fire
when you breathed him in it felt like an undaunted caress
of sea breeze to his soul & he carelessly
opened to your stranglehold
unafraid to die but also unafraid
that it was how it feels to be alive
like a sea on full tide
you love to drown whatever is on your hands;
wildflowers blossomed in the silent breaking of dawn
when he surrendered to you
by the rural seaside where
you plucked him
into stenchless strips that you laid on his palms when you were ready to leave with feelings he can't keep
& give,
strips you can never put back
once you unclothe a flower
of everything;
π«ππ
πππ ππππ ππ, you asked him with a gaze that
would make him want to be with you
but wildflowers don't belong to the sea
π¨ππ πππ ππππ
π ππ ππππ πππ, you held his hand
& he's suddenly desperate to fall in love
that before you could ask, he lets you go;
this time by the seaside, it's sunny without you; with eyes closed
he stares into the blue
wondering where would he be now
βif he hadn't said no.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 12:19 PM UTC
πΒ Β ππππππππ
ππππππΒ Β ππππππ’Β Β ππΒ Β πΒ Β ππππ’
ππΒ Β πππ’ππππππππΒ Β πππππ
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 1:51 AM UTC
the midnight wind howls
a petal is plucked
from the lotus' heart
it drifts away
the reflection of the moon
snow-white
on the frozen pondβ
illuminates
the lotus beneath the ice
it's stonecold lonely
when you're only a touch away
but we're forever apart
when there's no ripple anymore
but blossoming thorns of ice;
as the midnight wind lulls
the last shred of hope fluttered
from the frozen, sullen heart
it withers away
across the sky-deep, empty hollow
to the infinite darkness beneath
scentless
& snow-white
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 10:07 AM UTC
your wounds glistened in the moonlight
the pain wreathed the shards of a glass heart
all together & the depth of the fall
was enough to break the wings of an angel
into pieces
but as the hope inside you crumbles into ashes
while all of the feathers slip away from you
into flames & smokes
will you find a moment to close your eyes
look at how we were made to fall
so we could find peace in the pain
would you listen so you could see deep down
there's a diamond now
of what used to be a shattered hollow
βit's fire is burning you back to life
as you bathe in the warmth of all the blood
your wounds glistened like starlight
so why don't you show the night sky
that in its darkest
diamonds bleed the brightest
& in the darkness
something it can never have back
is reborn
why don't you show all of the stars
who's the brightest
how gracefully you can burn
for freedom;
when they finally know
what their ever-burning fire can defy
they will fall
because the gravity of beauty is cruel
but broken angels, with the cost of our wings
these hearts of diamond is why we're
unbreakable people
so what's there to fear in falling
we're not as gorgeous as the stars
without all of our scars;
without loving the fire that burns us
it would turn us into ashes
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 4:21 AM UTC
arrow-sharp
thousands
from a shallow sky
my arms
couldn't have been
any vast
for the hollow
inside
βlong drops of rain
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
You look through the mirror
through yourself, βsmile
say you're amazing
say you're marvelous & kind
when it doesn't work
and you couldn't find
clench your pulse & break
that glass of deceit
you are more when
you're broken
& you are already beyond
breaking.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 10:13 PM UTC
the pond moth flaunted its wings
in the remorseless water
wider than it would
when in the meadow sky
there dead-white it laid
like an opened orchid
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
the more I cry, the more
I miss you mother
but I wonder if you are
crying just as the same
how I wish the warm tears
weren't for a broken nest
breaking again
how much longer
would we have to endure
mother, remember
when you said falling stars are sorrowed angels with
hollowed wings and
broken hearts?
βhelp me
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC