The kettle is whistling
That same tune
I hear it everywhere
The voices will
start whispering
Soon
I know it’s only
the ghost of you
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
In the morning under a sky so rudely gray
I sneak off into a cab
While you smoke your worries away
We are kinda the same
But we also kinda different
Like night and day
I see you and you kidnap gravity
From underneath me
Why do you always smell so earthy
Like a forest
When You trippy
like an alien
I feel our souls are rooted
subterranean
Your kiss ignites
Something in the air
You are fine
powdered
Uranium
In other words,
a snack
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
Those taken for granted
Will fly away home
Those who took them for granted
will be haunted
by their deaths
In spaces
they called home.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
“Eyes are the windows to your soul”
And while that may be true
I see an entire doorway
When I look into you
Corridors full of art
Leading to eternal
sunshine
I see a friendly door
With a welcome home
sign.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
I lifted you
From the ground
UP
You STABBED me
In
the
back
THROUGH
the heart
that
loved
you.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
we don’t fit into each others shoes
but we walked down the path of many hues
different kind of blues
and we found we don’t need to fit inside
we just have to walk, side by side.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
You wanted her
The way a child wants a shiny toy
Right before Christmas
Thinking about her, the things you’d do if
You got her
You wanted the anticipation
You wanted the present,
wrapped up
with a nice ribbon on top!
You wanted to see her eyes sparkle
If you were to say something funny
Or endearing...
You wanted to taste her hot chocolate
But toys get old!
You should know, you’re not a child any more.
Every Christmas you end up wanting something new.
The only thing that remains is tradition,
Going home for the holidays
I thought I was tradition!
Thought I was home...
I thought a lot of things.
But I do KNOW one thing,
My hot chocolate is Christmas!
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
I saw two faces in the moon tonight
A lady smiling at me, with delight
I saw the face of a whimsical man,
It looked like it’d been carved out wood
With brows so arched he’d be holding his belly from laughter
if he could
I saw two faces in the moon tonight
I looked in the mirror and asked myself
“Are you alright?”
I felt a warmth, from head to toe
My heart the most
The moon hanging low
I left my bedroom window, curtains open wide
I went to the beach to see
Her bright
So low
in the faraway sky
Turned the littered sand
a smooth hue of white
The timid ocean beside the sand of sparkling silver
The presence of the moon in the harvest sky
Caused my spine to shiver
I muttered all my wishes with a sigh
My eyes must have sparkled glitter
With the moon watching over me,
I was understood, protected, loved
The moon was low among the sky
And I was on an elevator towards heaven
Moonshine high
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
With the moon glancing into my window
And a quilt hugging my body
The wind moaning
And whistling
I become a ghost
Hovering
Through
From one world
To another
Evaporating
into a
new womb
Ready to be again.
-Sindi K.
@Sincidyy
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
They say past lives don’t exist
They aren’t real
We just need to hear about ourselves
It’s how we cope, just how we deal
We only exist until we don’t
DNA is why we’re “unique”
Horoscopes and the cosmos are for a mind that’s meek
We romanticize as shortcuts to answers we seek
Yet we hear great songs with our hearts
Before our ears
And every time a baby is born
Or a person dies
We shed tears
The clock never stops
even after years
Nostalgia creeps in
worse than our fears
You don’t stop getting deja vu
No matter how many nights we see the moon
It still has power in engulfing you
So plump, so bright
A big flashlight for the dark of night
The light at the end of the tunnel
A reminder of the suns return
A reason to look into the sky
A lighthouse for the nocturnal voyages
They say dreams are fragments of memory
But my dreams have shared destiny
And my friends have found rest in me
Through the idea of divinity
I’ve found the best in me
In every empty room
The wails and moans of a ghost can be heard
The remnants of yourself
Or another
Will always hurt
Until the next rebirth
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 8:37 PM UTC