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Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
Why does my room suddenly feel bigger
Almost empty,
The silence of this void
So deafening
Now that you're gone?

Only one light remains here now
"11:11", the clocks beams
Its light swallowed by whatever darkness consumes the room
And the night's silence was shattered by your voice
"Make a wish", I could still hear you say

I could stand my room no longer
So, here I am outside remembering you
Or forgetting
I don't know anymore

These streets are so cold and lonesome
Without you to keep me warm
Without you counting the passing flakes
Or even joining them in their dance

Now to venture these streets
With nostalgia and madness
As my only companions
True sadness masked by fiction. It was a year ago but it still haunts me (mildly though).
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
Rolling clouds brushing broken skies
Swirl over tress drenched in autumn's glows
The leaves, like pieces of gems
Glistening in the setting sun
Remained pinned their branches
Their stems weakening

And it's under autumns trance
That I first saw the stars in your eyes

Two pieces midnight gloom
Carved from the void of darkened skies,
Caged within your Topaz irises,
Have the stars rippling inside
And the colours of a young autumn
Only made them seem to shine brighter.

I haven't stopped loving you since
Topaz is a reddish brown gemstone for those who didn't know.
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
Wilting
A beautiful word with a tragic tale
It paints such a fatal scene
On the tip of your tongue
Every time its whispers escapes your lips reach

Like a blue orchid petal
Falling to its elegant doom

A piece of a sapphire whole
Once glowing with delirious charm
Now shriveled and grey

Every detail of its fall
Is traced by the sound of the word
Every motion of its tips
Every step of its tragic dance
Is woven within its syllables
Wilting
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
The  night would be widowed
Without the light of day
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
Can you hear it?
The disorder of the world
Muffled by the snow

The calm of the scape
Only broken by the dance of the flakes
Sweeps through the trees
Under the moonless abyss of the night

Here, there is no terror
The only echoes
Are from the chaos raging within
I wrote this all the way back in February. It's amazing how much my writing has evolved.
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
Never did I think
I would ever hold your hand again
Or feel the tenderness of your fingertips
Brush my cheek before out lips touch

Never did I think
I would share a moment of bliss with you again

And here I am
Revisiting forgotten paths
With you by my side
Ntwari Poetry Oct 2016
It was when the last leaf fell
That I first met you
A glimmer of warmth
In the nip of winter
A burst of colour
In a world buried in white

A gentle breeze
In a world of whirling discord

And I can still hear you whisper
Every time the wind blows
I still see the ripples of your irises
Within the swirls the flakes dance
As I venture familiar sights
Without you

It was when the snowflakes last waltzed
That I first fell for the winter within your eyes,
Your heart of ice and snow
Despite the void you left behind,
I will always feel your spirit under winter skies
Because I know you're somewhere up there
Dancing among the flakes
Does this count as a short story?
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