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 May 20 Decembre
lizie
my sadness grows like ivy,
quiet, tenacious,
weaving itself through the seams of my ribs
until i mistake the ache
for architecture.

i wake in a room with no corners,
only echoes.
the air is damp with memory,
and something hums beneath the floorboards—
a sound like
what if.

rain leaks in through the ceiling
but never wets the ground.
i open the windows
to let in a sky that won’t look me in the eye.
it’s always dusk here,
somewhere between forgetting and too-late.

the mirror won’t speak anymore.
i ask it: am i still a girl
or just the shell she wore
before the flood?

in the dream,
i am made of wax
and someone keeps lighting matches.
 Apr 27 Decembre
Vianne Lior
Queen-of-night in bloom,
a lake holds our laughter still,
waterfall blushes.

For my best friend, J.
You're my queen of night. 💫

P.S.
Happy 17th to me!!! 🎂🧸🌷
 Apr 27 Decembre
Poet
Me
 Apr 27 Decembre
Poet
Me
I’ve done it again
The thing I’m trying not to do
I should feel guilty
That, I know
But all there is, is a dark ache in my chest
It’s the monster
The one dressed in pretty lies
And petty fights
Hair the color of the bags under my eyes
Eyes made up of a million shades of my soul
Her eyes are black
The monster is me
Dressed in pretty pink
Tightly coiled mousy brown hair
Dull hazel eyes
I am the monster
              







                                                      The­ monster is me
She said, "I am afraid ."
He said, "Why? I am here."
She said, "That is why."
I am unworthy of your affection.
So don't try to convince me that
I feel at home in your embrace                                      
Because at the end of every arduous day,
I am overwhelmed by loneliness and doubt.
And I'm not going to say that
every shared moment lights up my soul.
So rest assured, I will remind myself
that our conversations echo with emptiness
And nothing you say makes me believe,
I am the one you deeply cherish
Because no matter the trials we face,
I struggle with the fear of distance between us.
And I am in no position to accept that
our connection defies time and space.
Because whenever I ponder our union,
Am I destined to be embraced by love?
❤️Love is everywhere. You just need to have the right perspective to feel it. ❤️
 Apr 18 Decembre
aAr
How blue the iris grew.
How grey the clouds gathered.
As oak leaves wandered in the wind,
melancholia rushed through my vein.

How high the crows soar.
How loud the crickets chirped.
As windows slammed in the wind,
melancholia rushed through my vein.

How loftily the sky roars.
How quickly the gale moves.
As the willow whirled in the wind,
melancholia rushed through my vein.

How the birds hurry home.
How the plants await the rain.
As my eyes ambled around them,
melancholia rushed through my vein.

How the lightning flashed
and how the thunder crashed.
As i walk through my pale garden,
melancholia rushed through my vein.

How heavy my heart.
How dreary the scenery.
As the gods wept upon me,
melancholia rushed through my vein.

How it eclipse my tears.
How wholly it devoured me.
As i look upon my ephemeral life,
melancholia rushed through my vein.
when the weather match your mood <3
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