on lonely nights, let us remember
that flowers come in bunches
and bloom unified as one member
even forget-me-nots remain together
through the harsh, fading december.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
here's to your flower language,
blooming magic.
you spoke into existence
a session of radiance
and erasure of a monochrome season,
a darling serenade of stars
and gave life a reason.
but forgive me,
for the words of your flower language
do not rest on my tongue as
they lay on yours.
you spoke commas,
when I prepared a full stop.
I am sorry.
someone will learn
your flower language,
blooming magic.
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
it seems I have
been running on
false hopes.
i have taken
the final breath
of wonder, purity
and now I am faced
with an afterlife
full of nothing.
i would rather be
in the hell the devil preached
than walk along fake heavens
with a hopeless stride.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
that place you see
only when the lights
go out.
when the absence of everything
drives desire
and paradise,
let that be
the thing you see
when the lights
come on.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
as plants grew,
and life blossomed,
I was stuck in winter.
left with the misty nights
and no feeling left in my
toes
fingers
or heart,
I was stuck in winter.
watching a warm spring celebrate
my faraway
sun.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
I fell into the arms
of a foreign name
and she spoke
a peculiar language
that i’d never heard.
though, it was beautiful.
her words danced
upon her lips
and performed to a crowd
of the bed sheets
and i.
I want to learn this peculiar language,
this language she called
“love.”
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:11 PM UTC
I had a fear of drowning
yet I still fell in love with the sea.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
I want to be
away from the world
yet I still check
from my stationary rocket ship
if the world notices
I'm gone.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 1:05 PM UTC
sway to the rhythm
of my heartbeat,
to the hums of love
that are delicately intertwined
with the flower
that rests in your hair,
and then I'll dance
on every breath of yours,
like how the evening light
waltzed
on your morning skin.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
my dear,
when you grow jealous
of the meadows you are not near
just remember;
every flower desires the sun
and the sun envies the moon.
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC