an ellipsis; three dots
to some, it is a pause,
others, a fragmented speech,
an omission of words
i find myself bemused...
how an ellipsis reflects my being;
a mystery difficult to be construed
for what is this ellipsis' meaning
but all the words left unsaid...
sincerely, ileana.
Dec 16, 2022
Dec 16, 2022 at 6:33 AM UTC
sometimes i still mourn & long
for the language we made for ourselves
but can no longer be spoken.
sincerely, ileana.
Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 9:07 AM UTC
i tried to say goodbye to my grief,
the thing that has made a home
inside of me;
the mother of my craft,
the suffering i cherish.
but now i know,
she is a tenant of permanence,
inside me, she is a remnant
of both love and memory.
sincerely, ileana.
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 1:03 PM UTC
no matter how much
or whatever i use or do
to gloss over this restless grief,
all i could feel is this lump in my throat,
the simultaneous heaviness and emptiness,
and my crippled being hopelessly yearning
for your warm embrace as my grieving heart's rest.
IA
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 8:40 AM UTC
get me a bottle of romanticism;
perhaps it's the only drink
that i'd like to get drunk of
for it is tougher to be sober
in this world that seems
to be running out of love.
IA
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
how must i feel when the older i get,
"life is a suffering," is a belief harder to forget,
is this because i've looked in the eyes of death
and found such restful freedom
yet to turn everything i was, i am, and will be
into a mosaic, a picturesque, a fading silhouette.
IA
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 12:35 PM UTC
i long to find solace; a resting place,
nothing is heavier than the wishes i have
to have you back here,
to have one last hug,
to know that losing you is just a nightmare
i have yet to wake up from by tomorrow.
it weighs heavy in my soul
to bleed in restless poetries;
and like i am - hopeless & falling into pieces,
this heaviness inside keeps digging an empty hole.
IA
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 12:12 PM UTC
hello grief, my good old friend
wrap me in your heavy arms
as i sit in this emptiness
IA
Oct 31, 2021
Oct 31, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
my pen was made
to bleed the words of grief;
"there's something so beautiful
and profound in grief
when you start to see it
for what it truly is."
past the barriers
and stretching distance,
i caressed my aching soul;
this grief of mine grew out of love
for grief, in what it truly is,
is a love that endures
and suffers willingly.
IA
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC