one—
for a day filled with extremes
happiness to sorrow
sorrow to contentment
and eventually,
exhaustion.
two—
for hidden stories
locked in for years
triggered open by loneliness,
kept in again before dawn
three—
to evaporate unseen tears,
burn out unreleased emotions,
while watching the embers glow
and fall slowly onto moist concrete.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:16 AM UTC
the wind blows strong
little by little, leaves fall
i look around
as they surround me,
lifeless they may be
but to me, they bring folly
in my mind, i wonder
how do they know
when to let go of the tree?
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
we are all little birds
stuck in a cage.
begging for release,
waiting for our songs
to be sung.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 4:15 AM UTC
through failed speech,
i’ve made words bloom
from seeds to leaves
as they wilt slowly,
i realized that i haven’t
sowed what i planted,
and i haven’t stopped
to smell the flowers—
if i fail to decipher
what is hidden within the veins
of each petal, what would happen
if it wilts?
would life end
with me not knowing
the reason behind morning dew?
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
pull my strings
when i’m not under pressure
do i make a sound?
or do i break loose?
i don’t know
i just don’t know.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
you wrote me letters on leaves,
i wrote mine on paper
both of the same origins,
of the same tree
as you wrote,
the leaves fell slowly
and wilted
while i kept mine
hidden between books
i’ve kept your love
from the start,
while yours decayed
and left to rot.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
we entrust our hearts
to someone who we think
could keep it
but instead they leave fingerprints
and even I don’t know
who owns this mound of flesh
they call a heart—
it has lost its identity.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:56 AM UTC
before I sleep, i fix my sheets
and stack my pillows as if
a lover sleeps on my bed
i sleep and wake up alone, but
i wouldn’t mind waking up
to morning hair, sleepy eyes,
tired smiles and a long yawn
i wouldn’t mind waking up
before dawn, after dusk,
during the sunset or while
we’re under the stars
i wonder how lovers like these
are hard to find, because i bask
in the simplicity of mornings
for only in these early hours do i
truly know someone
maybe i have puzzles and traps
stuck on my hallway, or a
warning sign taped on my door
for none even bothered to knock
or maybe it is my refusal
to find any other
no one else sleeps on my bed,
because i’ve pressed all my sheets,
perfumed all my pillows, marked
my calendar and saved the dates
for nights and days with you.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:52 AM UTC
will you stay long enough
to keep me until i can love again?
or will you make me see
that there is no hope for me?
if you will, then be the wind
that goes without a trace,
so i can only smell
what you’ve left,
the scent of your betrayal
for each time you return
to fill me with your essence,
i have no choice,
but to open myself fully to you—
i can’t live like this,
i can’t breathe in what you exhale,
leaving me with nothing, when
you go on to places
like the morning mist,
this isn’t love, this is
all your emotions on airlock
poured out on me,
i can tell you’re running out
so i’m running away.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
they say a picture
tells a thousand words…
if you see my smile
captured in a candid moment
with eyelashes batted
in a second
would you see the sadness
behind the smile?
how my lips are pursed
after the click?
how in my mind,
i have to keep smiling
so you’d think i’m happy?
you’ll never see
everything with just a picture
but you can write everything
behind a smile.
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC