you’re as appealing as the moon
illuminating so brightly amongst the stars.
although you love to embrace
yourself beneath the night sky,
you’re always there no matter what.
darkness is your most loyal friend
even if you are the opposite.
with an aura so pure and gentle,
you offer protection and tranquility.
together, we are the time that goes forward,
but our love can make it stop.
it’s how we create our memories
and keep them stellar.
and of course
there’s always waves of emotions between us.
you have your craters
and so do i,
nobody’s perfect.
you’re the light that’s so far away
and closest to my heart.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 10:22 PM UTC
It's 2:30 A.M.
And my coming of "age" memories begin to
Float within oblivion.
Although I'm sure there's light somewhere...
one. like everyone else, i'm warmly welcomed, i think?
two. being ill didn't stop me from gaining enjoyment,
but i surely can't remember.
three. blank.
four. blank.
five. blank.
six. pinning the tail was worth the laugh.
seven. blank.
eight. blank.
nine. blank.
ten. blank.
eleven. blank but i'm sure that i was happy to leave the zeros on the scale.
twelve. blank.
thirteen. blank.
fourteen. exactly what a celebration for growth should feel like.
fifteen. seasick and unamused.
sixteen. blank.
seventeen. blank. maybe i ate or something.
eighteen. an unforgettable adventure.
nineteen. absolutely nothing.
twenty. hopped late onto a magical train.
thank you, my friend.
twenty-one. i wish it never happened
And it hasn't been long since then.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
don't fear my dear,
for you are a gentle rose with a solid heart
that withholds a universal intelligence.
crimson petals that are
the creations
bestowed upon our home,
we owe our gratitude.
but do not be mistaken by the thorn
although a part of you.
for it will **** right through your sentimentality and
your existence is far more than that.
you have bloomed into a garden of grace and ease
but your "duplicate" still suffers for their truth.
the fault is not at your hands,
so pay no heed to the spikes that neighbor you.
rays of mine contribute to heal your internal wounds
that could only take so much.
but don't fear my dear,
for your field shall sprout quite soon.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 4:14 AM UTC
A morning herb developing its hue,
Slight and delicate yet it possesses a vigorous core.
Granted with freedom and eternity,
or so it seems.
As the midrib locks itself with the branch of humanity,
other leaves nearby would fluctuate.
But one day, the green revealed an unexplainable blockade
that disturbed the arm tremendously.
It was as if the Autumn door was closing and the frost
was making it's entry.
The edges have decided to hibernate and
The veins have begun to fold.
The stem grasped tightly onto its existence and focused
greatly towards the key.
Connection.
A sudden burst of bushes surrounded this plant
to assist the complication.
Drenched in dew and a never ending cycle of misery
may have dispersed,
But the ambition could never disappear.
For the tree will continue to sprout and soon
the leaf will overcome.
If it preserves the power that is sustained,
the leaf is a fragment of what will bloom.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Unbelievable phenomenons tend to exist.
Is this what they meant by serendipity?
Identical glancing eyes reconnected
like thunder and lightning finally
Colliding at the perfect moment,
But the storm was only beginning.
Water droplets from this rain run
down my bare skin in the interior
of my mentality.
An exchange of silent gazes revealed
your sunshine
And brightened my spectrum.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:05 PM UTC
Every night the glow and the flesh would meet.
Every night for what seemed like an eternity.
But one night the mortal did not appear.
For now, there were two lights.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
Each branch can reveal
What every tree may carry
But the flower speaks
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 6:04 PM UTC
Coming across you was like
Walking past an abandoned dollar
on the surface we stroll upon.
Your atmosphere was a miracle
While my own was simple dust.
You were unaware of it but,
illumination was your ability.
Your notion was likewise,
but my work was divergent.
Physically.
Equivalent minds but dolefully
dissimilar movements.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:59 PM UTC
I've been lots of different colors.
Starting as a sunflower then blooming into a cherry blossom.
Others may see me as a starless night or a crow.
But on the inside, I'm as pure as I wanna be.
I can be the one to represent myself as a currency but that's because it represents itself to me.
My true self lies between the two most common shades.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC