In folded pieces of paper,
Resides illuminating hope like no other.
Hung like a tapestry atop one's cushion,
Swaying to the wind's symphony with resilient passion.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 11:58 PM UTC
In a room sat two tired hearts,
Fragile and worn out by all the scars,
One was breaking,
One was dying.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
I could've had you, my dear
Maybe in different circumstances, different times, or different lives
But never here
Neither in this time, nor this life.
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
I realized that I haven't posted in a while. Recently, I got interested in writing letters and sending mail. I found some really nice penpals on Instagram but I would really love to write some poems for someone and read theirs, as well! You know, something to look forward to. This is sort of an unusual place to look for a penpal but do send me a message or comment if ever you're interested!
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
two tired hearts
lay together in silence with each one long gone,
dying as they waited for someone
who would fill the void within themㅡ who would restore their hollow parts.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
I
Imagine giving life
to what consumes yours,
reviving the pain
that caused devastating wars.
II
Imagine fixing
what tears you to pieces,
remembering the broken
and lying kisses.
III
Imagine destroying
what completes youㅡ
what makes you whole
yet poisons you from the inside.
IV
Imagine killing
what makes you alive.
burn old memories, tear old letters,
forget people and, maybe, survive.
V
Bury it all.
Erase it all.
Leave what you treasure the most.
Destroy what holds your shattered soul together.
VI
Can you break away
from what binds you to home?
Can you let go
of what you hold on to?
VII
No, you can't.
Because it is in this pain
that you found home.
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC
Bonds of paper pressed and folded
Bringing with it such paper planes accurate
Dipped quills, ink splattered across the white ream
Lanterns lighting, defeaning silence of the whispers of the wind's realm.
Entrusting aflame candles, flewn for enlightenment,
Trembling with the breeze's whistling accompaniment,
White as newborn clouds, creased lines across it's edges,
Books pilled up with history and insights, torn pages.
Storms swirling ever so swiftly,
Drifting folding paper dancing to the wind gracefully,
Following the rhythm of the hurricane,
Remaining resilientㅡ free from stabbing pain.
Tint overflowing each ream precisely,
Tainted with dreams crafted so idly,
A little push, realising grip,
A wish fleeting away, once one to keep.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
he was my happy pill,
my sad, happy pill
who found both bliss
and sorrow
in someone who
broke him in ways
I couldn't mend.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
he said he loved you,
once.
he needed you,
once.
but not anymore.
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 12:56 AM UTC