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Advent Jan 2021
Hello,
Are you going back to sleep?
Wish you thought of me today
Been thinking if something’s up
Are we alright?

Hello,
You forgot something
And I didn’t wish to be this dramatic
Pray tell
Do you still feel for me?

Hello,
Have you seen me?
I’ve been waiting for you to arrive
You’ve been out of reach
Give me one good glance

And maybe after that,
I’ll be gone

Hello, I’m going now.
Advent Nov 2020
How many sunsets are you?
How many dusks,
Monsoons,
And breakfasts will we be?

Are you a candle blowing
Or a peeping light right above my window?
Are you the wind that whispers
at midnight?
Or the moon brimming at night?

Do you wanna get real?
Do you wanna feel me in your bones?
This isn’t a laserquest anymore, my dear
You’re a blessing I want to keep in all my tomorrows
Advent Nov 2020
and we’re in the same place again.
and again.
and again.

i have come to meet myself
in the same corner of my woes.

and from a safe distance
people are like black holes.

i wish I could tell myself to stop
and just get curious.

yet I can’t move on so easily—
it consumes.
Advent Sep 2020
Long after a few years, and a little more encounters,
A little more fun, and random whereabouts 
A little more bickers, and random conversations
That I found this path to someone like you

After a long while,
I wouldn’t have known how insanity
Would bring me to a different dimension
Of our little, peculiar situation

And how I’d find myself
Being succumbed to happiness
That I never thought I’d ever
Bring myself into

I am happy with you,
And though I’m still unfamiliar
With happiness in somebody new
I thought I’d try to let my inhibitions go

So I hope you won’t leave, just yet
I want to be with you,
And let myself see how things could turn out to be
If I tell you now, that I love you
Advent Sep 2020
measure their love by
tracing actions to words
words to action

if they didn't lead you back
on the same path,

then you weren't
measuring anything at all
Advent May 2020
I need a pinch of goodness.
A slight nudge
from unfamiliar surfaces
that will help me gaze
through these dying days.

A spring of hope. Energy.
Or inspiration.

My soul is in a rolling stone
at the moment. It ceases to
understand and has been left afloat.

It exists ever so lightly.
Without a gust, without a mere trace.
Advent May 2020
Chances are, you will be reintroduced to yourself
during these crooked times.

It’s like, after a lifetime of agony, all the while—
you were just waiting for an epiphany to strike.

Your present and your future will start to talk.
Discuss.
And persuade.

And on your feet,
you will take another leap of faith or
just anything that will trigger a strict change.

And again, after a lifetime,
you will meet yourself.

And all will be realigned.
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