efni - Hello Poetry

efni Mar 2022

broken wings of angels can
no longer shield me, even if i
didnt already know that your
embrace is but a white prison

your tears feel as real as the
poisoned blood dried black
on my skin that you offer me
to be cleansed of once again

03.27.22

to choose you or to suffer is not love.
you are not love.

efni Feb 2022

i want to be beautiful

life gleamed in velvet colours
when it seemed to be
coming to an end

endlessly bleeding creativity
art made of pure desperation

i am healing like
grey static and still waters
passion, where are you now?

02.21.22

i'm begining to believe the chaos
was the most stunning part of me
and i am rather plain without it

efni Feb 2022

as cold as hell

heat is pain

fire
bones and skin melted
your nerves destroyed
your body scorched

ice
is just a sick kind of fire
a cruel one because, you see

burn me once and discard of my corpse
but freeze me, warm me up
and freeze me again

heat is pain-
but cold? cold is torture.

02.08.2022

i'm freezing...for now.
this poem is a messy but so am i

efni Feb 2022

there's no place like home

where down must spring up
and up must crash down

where i see a dragon slayed
they all mourn a tragic loss

where i drown in air and
catch my breath underwater

where the finish line is the
start i desperately ran from

and i keep running
and running
and-

02.08.2022

there's no getting out of here and it's enough to drive you mad, isn't it? // first poem of the year...i haven't been writing much.

Nov 2021

zumee

frenemies

hold life close
hold death closer

Nov 2021

chang

spill

the truth is,
not everyone is good at this.
not every breath goes in
without getting caught in your throat.
no hands are ever good at holding on,
especially when
everything seems to just slip away.
some eyes never run dry
and some hearts never seem to
run out of pieces that break.