There is an unfamiliar face
I can’t seem to recall
in these faded photographs.
I am in this place
but upon seeing all
a memory that slipped from my grasp.
There is a smile I try to chase
and even if it left a printed trace,
it seems time has kept it from my soul.
Who knows with pain, can be effaced,
what was once mine, there is no more.
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 3:28 PM UTC
Perhaps she feels things way too deeply,
when words bleed over her mouth
and tears stream down her eyes,
why does her soul still feel heavy?
Perhaps she was too needy
that whenever she loves,
she makes them her sanctuary.
But a haven is only momentary
because if it wasn’t,
why is she with nary a company?
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC
tragedies – an heir to all
the mess inside those walls
i can still recall
lunged in anger, seized with fear
oh, what have you done
i tried to leave the thoughts behind
but i couldn't run
black silhouettes, tragic memories
now i'm in constant doubt
am i ready for this?
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 6:20 PM UTC
The sky – a beautiful, lively, breathtaking, and
once an expressive vault of heaven
is now filled with melancholy;
an overwhelming feeling of sadness
mixed with uncertainty.
I like to think some people are like that,
amazing and extraordinary
– yet uncertain of many things.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 6:11 PM UTC
I spend a lot of time inside my head. Sometimes, I am in the beautiful places of green and a pleasant dream of teas and butterflies. Most of the time, however, I find myself gradually disappear into the darkest places. Alone on a ride to another nightmare. A street without the city lights. The sky without its pretty colors, just a bunch of clouds filled with sorrows, with tears. It's like a world that has gone insane with me slowly losing my mind.
I wander through the narrowest places of my mind, sometimes a little too much. Is this life or a never-ending cycle of nightmares?
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time inside my head. No, it wasn't my choice. I couldn't find a way out of this terrible nightmare. Please wake me up.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
Tale
They say is as old as time
Sooner we’ll both be old enough
To figure all this rhyme.
Time
After it’s all wasted and gone
The chances you stumbled upon
You said wait — now you missed the prime.
Dream
Of bliss and pastel sky
Connected souls, I wonder why
You wander, I said goodbye.
Wish
Post meridiem, under the stars
You were my wish and you wished I was
But the stars too, have strayed, away from us.
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 8:36 PM UTC
Darling let me ask you, have you ever been lost in life? Have you ever questioned your whole existence? You don’t know what you’re doing, and you just go with the flow, most of the time? It has always been like this for me, four years to be exact.
I don’t know what I want to do and what I really want to be. They always say I’m still young and that I’ll figure it out, but time is always running and if I can’t keep up with it, I don’t know where I’ll go anymore. I don’t want to keep running for the rest of my life, unsure of all the unfamiliar places. Where do I belong? Am I not capable of certain things?
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
It’s the way my heart feels calm with the sound of the rain and the way my eyes light up when I’ve seen something like pink skies. It’s the same thing when I look at you, with my eyes wide open and my heart beating fast. I look at you with silent wonderment and I would ask myself “what did I do to deserve you?” You fill me up with admiration and just like the rain and the sky combined, you will always have a very special place deep down in my heart.
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:30 PM UTC
He looked at her with his almond eyes filled with curiosity and asked, “what keeps you up at night?” She looked at the moon, patiently waiting in the sky, and said “my insomnia.” It’s almost as if the moon was also waiting for her answer.
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
Our screaming demons,
they like to visit us at night.
Their voice becomes our company,
their smiles — wicked,
and the shadows that we see.
Every night they keep us up,
quiet, as they may be.
They live in our deepest thoughts
as we try to chase them away.
In the end, we’re surrounded
for they crawl and they hide,
and the deeper they go
they are hardly possible to find.
Oh, our screaming demons,
they like to visit us at night
and if they never sleep,
so neither do we.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC