Healer

Oct 2021

Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ

You're not perfect
and if that bothers you,
it shouldn't.

You can have nice eyes,
polite words, a good heart,
and then you might not have money.

You can own cars, houses,
a couple companies,
and be full of hollowness.

You can be a good dancer,
and not be a good singer.

You're not perfect,
and that's okay,
you can improve yourself,
none of us are perfect either.

Oct 2021

A Poet

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When did I detach myself from the current of reality,
eternally fused to the nothingness that awaits us?
To become a slave of dreams and machinations.

When did I become another heartbeat,
longing for fantasies of love,
only to find the anguish that comes from human desire.
Knowing that we are powerless to our fascinations.

How many days go by, as we long to be remembered?
For art, for name, for doing, for living
only to reach the same end of obscurity.

They call me a deconstructionist, a detester of life.
But are we not worthlessly tied to this current of life?
We are born with no concepts, no meaning, an echo of what is to come.
& that same echo escapes us in the end.

Sep 2021

Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ

Nine

Before I met you I had nine lives,
safely preserved, well kept,
it's hard to believe I lost four
just in the day we met.
You spent three months around,
I lost three more each hangout,
now you're gone and I only have two,
but I'd give them to you without a doubt.

#cat #life #love #fun

Aug 2021

Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ

Hopes

I keep high hopes in a little shelf,
hidden from the public,
gathering dust.
Like the toys I owned as a kid,
my skate as a teen,
now my pride as an adult,
they might eventually be sold.

#hopeless #growth #evolution

Healer Aug 2021

End differently

There you are knocking at my heart,
I don't know when it started
Maybe centuries or was it yesterday?
Unknowingly I was being coloured by you.
I am unaware of my first wish but now my time flows through you.

There you are knocking at my heart,
I am already afraid of the cold days without you.
Are you a dream? Maybe a mirage?
Because like a lie I am clinging to you.

There's this book in my hands,
it's cold, even the ending is sad.
I am not insane to smile or read to a sad story.
But strangely, I keep opening you up.

I keep reading it page by page,
like I would touch the moon.
In between the visible lines
like there's a secret prayer just for me.

Now I am weeping willow, but I can't close it.
Even though this story is like the thousand others,
But I secretly keep wishing to
the broken stars and dried wishing well,
Maybe this one will end differently.

#love #life #hope #healer #star #happy #wish #maybe