One day,
As I woke from my slumber,
I saw my thoughts before me
Transform into tiny yellow birds.
And as I saw them
Flying out my window,
Soaring into the big blue,
I knew they were never mine.
For birds roam as they please,
Rest where they feel,
Fly away when they need.
I did not fret though, while the sun warmed my skin,
for I knew where to search when I needed them.
Right there, on your window sill.
Looking at you rise from your sleep,
Singing love songs in your ear.
My yellow birds are not mine,
For they have always been yours.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
Because you always seem to waste
my last breath,
on your first puff
of a newly lit cigarette.
And that,
kind of hurts my breathing,
kind of hurts my heart.
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 1:11 PM UTC
*Oh, how the sun approached the moon,
a thousand times to kiss him.
And, how the moon allowed her,
knowing, she will burn him,
again and again.
Now we know,
why the moon carries craters all over his face.
why he never hides them.*
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
Because,
He fell for the red on her cigarette,
Her breath on floating dandelions,
The eyelash on her cheek,
The stretchmarks on her thighs,
The little hairs on her belly,
The way her eyebrows don't perfectly match,
The way she loved dogs more than children,
The way she stares at tree leaves swaying.
He fell for her as a whole
Not the way others had before,
And she, did not care.
She constantly fell in the sea
Of arms, that has haunted
Since her eyes began to see lust.
Drowning endlessly,
Knowing he would send her a lifeboat.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
*she walked in behind him,
slowly,
floating like the small dandelions that flew
as she blew them kisses,
leaving her breath on each one.
she touched each side of the hallway walls,
with an echo that screamed
'I'm Here'
she left her mark
on every crack, every corner
hoping that he'd turn around,
simply notice, and say
"so am I"*
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
For the child never gave up.
He always followed the rainbow on rainy days,
imagined angels sprinkling freckles on his skin.
He believed in the magic of Jack's beans,
he saw the purity in flowers,
he listened to seashells,
he cherished his mother's smell
and saw his father fly.
But she, now all grown up, knew that hope fades,
rainbows are not real,
freckles are moles,
Jack is just a fairytale,
flowers die,
seashells do not speak,
her mother's smell faded
and her father's wings broke.
There is no place for hope in a world. where love is rarely seen.
Maybe when the sun wakes up,
Hope will too.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Never has pïgeon shït landed on my shïrt
Never have ï found a four leaf clover
And not once has a ladybug landed on my fïnger
As the years go by, my luck ïs wearïng off
The goodness ïn thïs world, ïn mïne
Slowly dïsappearïng
And ï, always chasïng ït, lïke a chïld runnïng after a raïnbow
Always poïntless
For now my lïfe has been darkened
Wïth passïng black cats, broken mïrrors and spïlt salt.
But ï'll keep waïtïng for the moment when the sun wïll come out of hïdïng
When love wïll be easy agaïn
When the good wïll float to the surface and drown thïs world agaïn
Mïne, agaïn.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
She woke up from life
And did not know where she had been wandering all this time
She witnessed her family cry, and so did the sky
And then, she saw it, her body in front of her eyes
Without a soul, without a breath
With her hand, she touched the empty holes in her face
And with two fingers, retraced the place her eyes once filled
The light that would creep out so delicately
But there was nothing.
A cold blue body, laying still on a bed that was not hers
In a room that she did not love
And then, the clouds slowly parted, a yellow rays came in and touched her
Until, slowly, her entire being broke into tiny pieces
Of pink, purple, green and yellow
And formed little butterflies that would one day float
In the green meadows April offered.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
I took a cigarette and lit it.
The smoke escaped my lips like the sounds I made when we were together.
Moans.
Slowly, then all at once.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 3:46 PM UTC