the type of heat
that comes only from
biking
in the infinite rain
makes you want to
strip off all clothing
let the droplets freckle you
bathe you in their boundlessness
so that you too, can be infinite

The withering rose
A lovely shade
of bloodied violet

Paints a portrait
of my heart

"The rose in
suffering silence"

My beautiful gem of unparalleled brilliance
In likeness to the most radiant star
an exquisite gem,
scintillated akin to the crystalline waters
beneath the silvery embrace of the moonlight, shimmering and glittering
as it rested delicately between my fingers.

My pursuit of it had been fervent
and enduring.

Alas,
The boat began to sway firmly to and fro,
while the wind conspired to press me earnestly
against the weathered railing,
enfolding my form in an insistent embrace.

The wind's strength burgeoned,
becoming resolute
and unyielding,
leaving my heart to plummet into despair
as I faltered in my balance,

I lamented with anguished cries
as I beheld my cherished one
plummet overboard,
into the relentless depths
inexorably descending

Under the ravaging waves

I could feel it's eyes
On the back of my head

Preferably forgotten
Shoved aside
Ignored
It feels better this way

But nothing is forever

It dug it's way in
Infecting my mind
As it sat in my chest
And kicked at my heart
As it grabbed hold
of my breathless strands of words
And swung
To and fro
Back and forth

Higher and higher
It latched on tighter
So tight it hurt
my throat swelled
And my mouth opened

A gaping
Twisted
Sagging
Simper

As my watering eyes
flooded my face
In salty
Sorrowful
Sobs

That long street
With traffic of trees
Whisper my name
Greens my brain

Red Geraniums
Behind my windows
Bring blood to my veins_
Makes me out of jail

water flows in the streams
Running through my soul
Lucid my dreams
Lifts the weight I hold

People still living
Remind me of leaving
Where can I go ?
When the birds Singing
A family is like a circle
Staying with them is The Miracle

By Yasmin.sh🌻

Veins that branch up to the arches,
sun that rises, comes down, and parches.

It is mighty, it is strong,
it has been here all along.
The arms shield, the legs stand firm.
From tallest human to smallest worm,
it rises above and shields us all,
yet we hardly ever notice it, at all.

It is playful, it is kind,
it helps soothe our hearts and minds.
The fingers tickle, tease, and fright -  
letting in the dappled light.
It sees us laughing as we play,
it entertains us, day after day.

It is noble, it is wise,
it has seen so many lives.
The body will shelter and explore,
we couldn’t really ask for more.
It braves the truths and grows despite,
living through the darkest nights.

I cannot help but admire,
the trees – of their company, I’ll never tire.

my words are not coming from my head or my mouth, my brain or my ears, they don't spawn from my wondrous imagination or from my inspiration. they do not form from beautiful imagery, nor are they created in image of any person. my poems are not forged with tender love and care that others are, they are not tended to, edited, revised.

my words are not from the heart, they are not pumped through my body to my mind, my words are not from the heart or its binds. my poems are not formed of love and emotion they are not made with the same ideas others are.

my words come from the ink that pours down my wrists and thighs that were made in mutilation. a work of "art" through self deprication. my poems come from the hurt, the pain that i so obviously crave and create. my words and poems are my blood. my bond. my ties to worldly connections.

I called the silence and silence answered,
The wind gently lifted my hair
The moon, cold and white, looked unbothered,
As if it too, had forgotten to care

As i woke up in the morning,
My boyfriend’s cat
Entered in the room;
She did not know me well yet.
So I kept calling at her
To come nearby
As I was laying;
Reluctant in the beginning.
Finally she gave in
And hopped in the bed;
She came nearby
And with her chin
Touched my face,
And kept on rubbing my cheek;
«This is the code of this little alien to say hi!»
I said to myself;
«Why does she do it?»
I often wonder about these things;
Later on, we went away from his house.
As he accompanied me to my work;
When we were separating,
I went nearby my lover,
And with my face
Touched his face;
All of a sudden
I was reminded of the little alien
Of the morning;
I am doing the same thing.
And yes, it is not helping me,
To understand:
Why? or How?
Silently I headed on towards my workplace;

a cottage by the sea
there lived a fairy
ever changing bright hair
and everytime she danced glitter fell off of her
she would giggle and pink stars would dance around her
and when she saw him purple and pink hearts floated around them
by the sea, Neverland with him was where she would be
His fairy, full of giggles and a mind full of stars.
His arms she would fall into and they danced by the sea
This is the story of the Captain and the Fairy, happily ever after they would be. <3