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Jīn Sīyǎ Apr 22
Like a flower fading first from its core,
water never reaching, veins running dry—
slowly dying, no one seeing the collapse,
as the colors burn ever so bright.

You were the rain that drowned me,
roots drunk, petals swelled with light.
Now, rot creeps in and mold blooms slow,
still I clutch the last drops of you, too tight.
And, I would choose the drowning all over again,
the same rain, the same flood, the same pain...
  Apr 17 Jīn Sīyǎ
lizie
i may have dug the hole
but you pushed me into it
now i’m stuck down here
buried in this mess
They say there's no thing as true love,
Humans are also fondly known to lie,
I just can't believe it,
Not after knowing you.

I can't say it enough times,
I need something more to really let you know,
I yearn for you,
You are a necessity.

Even when times get dark,
We light each other up,
Even when they plant seeds of doubt,
We sprout even brighter than before.

We grow, we love,
We tire, we sleep,
We rest, we're restless.
I think, I think of you.
Jīn Sīyǎ Apr 17
Lying under the covers,
staring out the window,
I watch the colors changing—
with grace, so slow, yet swift.

From shades of gray and black,
and silver brushed with white,
to a deep and drowning blue,
then gold—the world alight.

The night’s low, humming silence
gives way to chirps, then song—
a symphony of whistling birds,
all joining in at once.

And through it all, I whisper
your sweet name, tenderly,
wishing it could bring you back,
just once more, to hold you close.
The empty space in my head tries to dream again
When faith starts to be my friend again
Oh, I’m not the same – a careless friend

The empty space in my heart tries to love again
When the feeling of love can be felt again
Oh, I’m not the same – a heartless mate

The empty space in my hand tries to feel again
When I lost a touch with myself again
Oh, I’m not the same – a hopeless mess

These empty stars will find me once again –
As my body rests on these foreign lands
I love to sleep on this Island bed.
Jīn Sīyǎ Apr 16
The demise of a twinkling in the sky,
igniting something here on earth.  
I'd believe you were stardust,
I've seen your eyes and their glow.

Stars, signs, cosmic theories,
never in my mind, never near,
until I met you, and I wondered,
how we felt the way we did and why.

Maybe we were once the same light,
scattered from a fallen shine,
the reason you felt so familiar to me,
a soul I could see, feel and love,
one I knew before the stars.
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