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 Jan 2021 Ela
Bree
Depression
 Jan 2021 Ela
Bree
This sadness
feels so deeply rooted within me
that I wonder
would I even feel like myself without it?
 Jan 2021 Ela
Hiraeth
Ten
 Jan 2021 Ela
Hiraeth
Ten
I measure time in intervals of ten
Ten seconds;
The amount of time it takes for words to leave your lips and hit my ears like they were wrapped up in anthrax, poisonous.
Ten minutes;
The amount of time It took me to convince myself that everything you conditioned me to believe is your truth, not mine.
Ten months;
The amount of time it will take me to feel like you no longer have a hold on me, free.
Ten years;
The amount of time before All of the cracks and pieces you took from me all fine their way back, complete.
I measure time in intervals of ten,
Because ten is a hell of a lot easier than forever.
 Jan 2021 Ela
Terra Levez
Hiraeth
 Jan 2021 Ela
Terra Levez
Like sand
he slipped away from me
he was Hiraeth
a lost home
to me
(n.) a homesickness for a home you cannot return to, or that never was.
 Jan 2021 Ela
Ninah
hiraeth
 Jan 2021 Ela
Ninah
earth
once inhabited
for containment
bottled up cider
— soon too sour

that we do is beautiful
but fleeting – living
a vile act of pure free will

blissful less peaceful
the corpses we make
. . . . - - -  - -  .
 Jan 2021 Ela
Dhimss
Kisses
 Jan 2021 Ela
Dhimss
If our tongues were blades,
They'd be hiraeth lulling me to sleep.
An exotic dance, a battlefield
haiku attempt 101

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