I'm isolated and forced to live bored
I think of talking to my friends,
but are they really?
I don't talk to them much,
we just know each other,
do they really think I'm a friend?
I'm practically a stranger now.
I lose friends more than I gain.
I can't socialize, I can't talk
I always call them my friend,
but what does it feel like to have one?
I want someone to talk to
someone who knows nothing about me.
Someone who knows me.
Maybe a penpal could work...
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC
Grandmother's last day
will shine brighter than before
towards the window
where the flowers bloom with scents
where the fragrance follows her
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
So many people,
so many memories,
I thought to myself
Regrets and deaths
of both rage and sorrow
is the fruit in the path I misled.
It wasn't pretty flowers
in a pretty meadow,
it was the unbeatable power
of the mirror's echo
This echo, for some unforeseen mistake,
is what had led me to the room.
The water-filled room,
The drowning room.
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 4:10 AM UTC
In a dark room,
there is only a worn-out chair
that stands in what little light there is.
In such a dark room,
only a girl drawn to desire
continues to die under emptiness.
In this dark room,
the girl sits upon her weeping chair
with gloom.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
Grey, altostratus skies filled with silence,
and within that silence,
misplaced glee.
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 9:53 AM UTC