cat hurriedly leapt
towards the computer screen-
can't be late on zoom
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 10:33 PM UTC
i still haven't let
my friends
read these poems
because if they do
they'll know
i still write
about you
Sep 5, 2022
Sep 5, 2022 at 10:24 PM UTC
you were consistently inconsistent
so i did myself a favor and
built myself a wall
from you
Sep 2, 2022
Sep 2, 2022 at 10:37 PM UTC
you said
you love me
then used
wrong timing
as an excuse
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 11:05 PM UTC
when does the getting to know each other ends?
to me, it's when we never talked again
Sep 1, 2022
Sep 1, 2022 at 10:23 PM UTC
She is that piece of art
hard to make
a meaning of-
too shallow, too foolish.
She is that piece of art
not aesthetically pleasing
even at closer look-
plain, dull, ugly.
She is that piece of art
nobody would dare
tell about anyone-
a total waste of time.
She is that piece of art
in a blink of an eye
forgotten-
gone with the wind.
She is that piece of art
easily praised by everyone
yet nobody would dare display,
instead, kept hidden at the attic
until it has turned into nothing
but complete dust-
not even in anyone’s memory.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
summer bids goodbye-
the cat returns to its dream
on the sound of rain
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 3:21 AM UTC
and up until the end, no one dared to go against the current.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 11:16 AM UTC
She was a flower that lives only in winter. A flower that never saw the sun, a flower whose lived through the cold and dark. He, on the other hand, was the opposite- so warm and bright. One day, a strong wind caused their lives to intertwine and for the first time, she felt warmth. Every day, he would bring her the sun to make her forget the cold and dark, that she also forgot how she was a flower that lives only in winter. And so, she let him bring the sun to her- too close- that she died.
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
nights as cold as ice
enough to make the cat sneeze-
let him eat in peace!
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC