Carlo C Gomez

Feb 22

Vianne Lior

Lucid Ashenwake

Chrysalides burst,
obsidian pinions wilt,
twilight drowns in dusk.

#haiku #moth

Feb 22

ryn

Crescent

•i
     was
         once
              whole
               •full and
                    complete•
                       grand desi-
                          gns adorned
                              upon my very
                               soul•always...
                                would land on
                                    my feet•my wo-
                                     rds now partially
                                      broken•resembli-
                                    ng that of an ail-
                                   ing crescent• i...
                                 am still here, i...
                               watch and i lis-
                           ten• scouring
                        for mediocre
                 remnants
            that still
         remain
abs
en
t•
.

#crescent #concretepoetry #brokenwords #scrambling

Feb 22

beth fwoah dream

loving you... where love is a pretty handwritten page

loving you is like waiting for the spring,
the love that winds around my fingers

a stream that will fill with the most beautiful light.
when you open your eyes to my kisses,

i fill with the summer and the bright stars,
so chill with loneliness, leave.

i forget that the moon hangs like a
silver leaf in a sky of swallow's song,

while the rose that winter stole,
that died in my lovelorn arms,

left like the impressionist the water loved,
until all i could see was the dreams

of the water, and all i could feel was
the sleeping of the dark.

#iminlovewithyouian

Feb 22

Agnes de Lods

Dress

Her soul was torn apart
into a dozen shreds.
How would she sew it up?
Such pieces couldn’t be stitched together again.
And it was such a beautiful, pastel-colored dress.
There was everything in her—
The desire to create,
First love,
and everything that could yet happen.
Only trembling hands,
emptiness, fear, dry throat
and astonishment
that what had just happened
was merely a distant hour.
She wanted to return to her mother,
but she already knew the end
was coming on that frosty morning.
That girl would never come back to herself.

#dress

Feb 22

Awnaeji

Darkness

You painted shadows, on my mental wall,
A darkened hallway, where I fear to crawl.
Each creaking sound, a phantom in the night,
A whispered threat, steals my inner light.
I walk on eggshells, fearing every tread,
The anxious path, your presence has instead.

Feb 22

Vianne Lior

Chimeric Nocturne

Opal tendrils writhe,
sylphic breaths gild ebon tides,
vellichor unspools.

#haiku