Xeki - Hello Poetry

Xeki Apr 23

After everything, I think—
maybe I’m going to be okay.
And I’ll choose to believe it,
even on the days it doesn’t feel true.

I will grasp it in my hands
And hold it so tightly,
That my knuckles turn white
And my nails dig in,
While I fold it into my heart—
so I don’t lose it along the way.

Because lilacs smell so wonderful,
Hopscotch is simply so joyful,
And persimmons taste sweeter than I expected.
Because the grass feels soft against my back,
The sun feels so warm on my skin,
And a gentle breeze runs through my jacket so pleasantly.

Because the tree's flowers look elegant no matter the time of day,
Dandelions are so unapologetically yellow,
Holding someone’s hand is just utterly delightful,
And soft kisses feel like music.
Even gentle smiles make my own grow wider.

And you,
You are so unbelievably kind and loving.
You exist
And I exist,
And isn't that just so absolutely amazing?

I find love everywhere I turn—
in everything I see.
God, how wonderful it is.
How lucky I am
to witness such beauty,
these quiet little moments,
and love them this much.

Xeki Apr 8

To Give and Lose

To love
And love
And love and love and love
With such reckless abondon

It's as if I have no choice
But to let my heart bleed out on the floor before me
I think I lose more than I try to give

Tell me,
How can I make my heart beat less?

How can I quell it's waves so that I won't rupture in two?
So that I need not stitch myself back together after every small scratch?

I realize that I'll never receive the same kind of love that I so readily give away

To others, it's seems
As if it was of little triumph

When to me, it was my everything

Xeki Apr 6

Good Friends, Bad Decisions

I find intelligence
Goes hand in hand
With idiocracy

Who are you to tell me
That I cannot make foolish choices
Despite knowing what would come next?

After all,
It's hard to separate
Such good friends
From one another

Some of my best moments have been because
I had the knowledge of knowing better
Yet the courage and stupidity to do so anyway

Xeki Apr 3

Untitled

Sometimes,
The best feature of something
Is it's completion

Don't kick the dog who lays down when it's told to

Instead,
Ponder why you haven't done the same yourself

I'm grateful to all the people who have done the difficult tasks that noone else wanted to do
Thank you

Xeki Apr 1

Fable of Obscurity

I envy the fables
Of the constellations, the Greek and Norse gods
Of the winds, sky, and oceans
And people and lands of a time long ago.
I know they aren't perfect
Not something to crave entirely
But I think these narratives offer hope
When the world feels vast and unrelenting.
Anecdotes of how the world came to be
And chronicles of mighty beings
Some sad, some happy
Most a mix in between.
Legends told for ages, passed down and remembered through time
To teach others long after you've gone.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a part of such a great legacy
To have a tale so big that people never forget
That I ever existed at all
That I'd loved, lost, fallen and struggled time and time again
And still got back up in spite of it all.
Can I, too, ascend as they have?
Would the world remember my name also if I did?

How will history remember me when I am gone?
Will I be remembered at all?
I wonder
Perhaps, just being known by you, like a quiet star glimmering faintly in the night sky, is enough

Xeki Mar 26

You Are More

I think
The real reason my mirror and I
Have never been friends
Was not because I am unlovable
Nor because I am the monster I believe to be
But rather
Its that the eyes of which I look upon it with
Are not of those around me

I realize now that I am blinded
By the glimmers of light reflecting against it
And the dust and dirt muddles the details between
So that I could never see the full picture before
Maybe that is why
I've thought I looked so strange
Compared to others
For so long

You are so beautiful
If only you could see yourself the way your loved ones do
Maybe then you would see what a gift you truly are

Xeki Mar 26

Delicacies of a Visitor

Who knew that the flowers that grow inside my very soul

Would flourish just because you have stopped by to visit

The worms dance at your presence

Beetles follow your muddy foot steps through woven paths

While the snails and slugs cling to your pant legs

Hitching a ride for something glorious to experience

And the leaves of nearby trees try ever so gracefully

To kiss you with each gust of wind

Clouds part way so the sun may shine through the cracks onto your skin

And the blue hue of the sky brightens under your gaze

That's just how beautiful you are to me

My garden groweth over at the thought of you

Let us tend to the soil together
And after the hard days work is over,
Walk with me homeward as our mud-covered hands graze against eachother
Every step of the way