mori - Hello Poetry

Sep 2015

nivek

wind chimes

Wind has a lot of say here.
Winter in the northern isles
- poets are more wind chime than anything else.

mori Sep 2015

i found you

dead,
on the battlefield
for her -
at least with me, your heart would still beat
albeit reluctantly

perhaps it was for the best that you loved her so fiercely,
instead of barely bearing with me

mori Sep 2015

when a goddess

decides to grace you with her presence,
run.

they'll **** u m8

mori Sep 2015

we were fireworks

and when i see you
a monster writhes in my chest dying to get out
but it is hushed, immediately -
there's no use crying over spilt milk
there's no use crying over you

mori Sep 2015

tragically i am still alive

my heart keeps on beating and beating even when
it breaks

Sep 2015

mrs kite

gemini

i wish I could be beautifully sad like you
a dark velvet blue
suffocating all who try to get close

maybe my depression is only of
my own fabrication, a desperate attempt
to have something in common
with you.

#love #sad #depression #thoughts