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Dianali 5d
At the edge of your sheets
I take off my sweater;
my sorrows and earrings
get stuck in it.

They're both still there,
under your bed.
It's no problem if,
with kisses, you drain me.

But stay close
to the erratic rhythm
of my heartbeats
7d · 134
Target
Dianali 7d
A  battle of egos under the table.
Will they notice my blush
from this angle?
Any maiden in line
for your last name?
Would you ******* a vest
If I aimed at your chest?
Jun 14 · 34
Black Ribbon
Dianali Jun 14
I’d love a cheat day
In my calendar—
Let my years-patched dignity,
For a single day,
be torn again.

I wish I could tell you
I wrote a poem for you—
A cheesy gift
for your thirtieth—
I know.
I’ll go.

You are still breathing.
Yet I pin to my chest
A neat, felt
black ribbon—
To commemorate.
Jun 13 · 543
Wound
Dianali Jun 13
You hurt.
You will always do.
My favourite wound.

Every now and then,
I sprinkle salt on it—

And if It’s healing,
With bare hands
I rip it open
in my heart.

Keeping your memory alive
through this pain,
tearing me apart
Jun 13 · 30
Inheritance
Dianali Jun 13
What am I—
if not a seed
of a tree
of romantic branches,
Who taught those before me
How everyone and everything
Hums with daydreaming and glee ?

Another generation passes;
a family heirloom to me handed—
Vintage, well-preserved:
rose-coloured, polarised glasses
Hopecore is in my veins :)
Jun 6 · 6
Mouthwash
Dianali Jun 6
I’d like your taste to linger
A little longer on my lips—
Citrusy-bright,  caramel-rich acacia honey;
You fizz, umami.
  A hint of cashews— yes, I’m nuts for your being!
So sweet, sugary, cavity-worthy—Guilt-free.
A flavour I should let just fade out..
For the inevitable,
minty and cold reality
scheduled to rinse it
Everything delicious is temporary.
Jun 6 · 15
Q2
Dianali Jun 6
Q2
April.. you were a sweet reminder
of the joyous oath of spring—
Slowly but surely,
coaxed the cold to give in..
I have this theory:
Yours are the days
love nests to begin.
Call it cliché, that’s the way it must be
Scented your days are with blossom;
Roses and hope in bloom and in glee!

My, my, May!
you were so good to me!
You may as well be
my favourite of the three!
Your daylight hugs feel so sincere;
Quick-witted, heart-warmth breeze;
Birdsongs are echoes of
Family laughs and cheers—
May, please— I’m on my knees!
Like a lover that’s bright,
And made just for me—
The rest of the year I’ll be craving your heat!

A little dramatic,
But June, don’t despair!
Handle your grace
and sun-varnished grass trace,
Don’t be shy—bring lilac skies;
Let’s walk in warm sand,
I’ve got you by the hand.
No doubt at all, but pure delight,
You are already opening
beautifully right !
May 30 · 183
Final Boarding call
Dianali May 30
What an irony—
an over-prepared traveller,
first at check-in,
practically airport-camper—
sprinting, breathless,
for the only flight
that truly matters.
Bring what you can—
No luggage claim planned
..
May 27 · 47
Defrosting
Dianali May 27
Soon I’ll be home;
time will move again.
My heart will thaw,
Beating outside the frost.

Preserving its warmth,
I carefully packed its pulse—

Kept in frozen brief moments:
Three a.m., laughing in the stairwell
Floor-dusting kitchen dancing,
Long gates and airport goodbyes,
The tightest hug I ever had—

Soon I’ll be home;
I will breathe again.
My heart will thaw,
beating outside the frost.
Summer is a promise—
Ice is melting;
with every tick of the clock
May 26 · 30
Engineering
Dianali May 26
Parallel lines once—
Somehow converging
At such an improbable intersection
No equation calculated the outcome
If x was the distance,
God turned engineer—
Solving the crossing,
Integrating us.
May 25 · 101
Heart weather
Dianali May 25
Cruelest sensation
Rain needles on my skin—
Still warm from
that last ray of sunshine
May 21 · 110
Baggage
Dianali May 21
Someday I’ll finish unpacking.
It’s going to take time, though—
I have too many memories.
May 21 · 40
Animals
Dianali May 21
Our laughter echoed in the forest.
Chill wind tangling my hair.
Good insulation in my chest.  
Knowing glances.
Someone cares.
Such a brief moment—
In the air, Fog and Fate.
Humans are social animals.
Today I was reminded,
—in the sweetest way.
May 14 · 195
Storage solutions
Dianali May 14
Heart is no closet
They say—
But in mine
Each compartment,
is perfectly organised.
I neatly fold
Your sighs—
Some still
tangled in my hair.
Your fervid stares,
Vacuum-sealed
In a box on the left shelf,
Next to the neck kisses,
faded birthday wishes,
and hangers —full of
teenage lust—
pressed, rarely worn.
May 5 · 132
All me
Dianali May 5
Deep in the middle
of the Irish midlands,
my essence is all over.

You’d put one foot inside
and say I haven’t changed—
hoarding sentimental knick-knacks,
all valueless, all lovely,
all me.

You’d put one foot inside,
and say I haven’t changed—
house like a heart: So cozy, so warm,
all irrelevant, all lonely,
all me.
Apr 25 · 111
Diver
Dianali Apr 25
You ground the **** out of me.

I expected a
flawless dive,
My Olympic-gold Diver.
So I put you 32.8 feet  
off the ground—
Above the chlorine glare,
  levelled with my expectations.
Just for you to ******* slip
hard and graceless.
Right in the last minute.
Pathetic. Disappointment splashed.
Apr 21 · 133
Tunnel vision
Dianali Apr 21
Could it be tunnel vision?
I wonder, in the park
as I see
they are running when;
He kisses the hand
he’s already holding.
I could melt.
Way better than fiction—
Real life romance.

Could it be tunnel vision though?
I wonder again, on the bus,
as I see
she’s shifting her foot nervously—
and in a rare sight:
A sudden feet-hug,
his reaching hers,
containing and calming.

Could it be tunnel vision?
Or just a sweet foreshadowing?
Apr 20 · 160
Next picture
Dianali Apr 20
I saw you on a picture.
—And for a split moment,
I didn’t recognise my brain.
I programmed it differently.
For that specific task,
it’s usually set
to unpair itself
from my higher conscious self.

My standard policy is:
No empathy your way.

But today…
I could tell.
You seemed unwell.

Despite the damages done,
under your affection dictatorship
I didn’t rejoice.
I actually cared.

No trace of a mean smirk.
really wished you the best.

Hope it reaches you,
written all over your face,
Next time I catch a glimpse
In some picture of a friend.
Apr 18 · 528
Cozier
Dianali Apr 18
It was cold in your dorm.
I choked on my silences.
I felt unwelcome,
and briefly— desired.

You walked me to the stop,
Said I was almost running—
As I waited for my bus,
the plastic bench felt cozier.
Apr 17 · 74
Old friend
Dianali Apr 17
I thought you seem familiar—

I don’t know if remember you,

From another lifetime,

Where you also let me down—


                                        Just  gentler.
Apr 15 · 168
a family kid
Dianali Apr 15
I am comprised of
endless assumptions,
and small superstitions.
Keeper of traditions,
hoarder of
memory-shaped
trinkets,
deep feelings
and thoughts.
A non-professional
curator of
favourite places and
favourite songs.
I have my mother's
sweetheart warmth,
her tender disposition,
My father's
charming wit,
and noble spirit,
My sister's
chaotic fierceness,
and her incredible
resilience;
Probably,
some other
relative’s eyes too.
I guess after all,

I’m truly just  

A family’s child.
A random collage
Apr 15 · 262
First love tax
Dianali Apr 15
It’s so messed up that every lover
I ever entertained,
After the hurricane of you,
Had to carry an unfair ungodly tax—
The burden of your pain.
Crashing soul-markets,
Until I fully exorcised
The sole idea of your existence.
Thank God you fully exited my body—
For It wasn’t sustainable
In any lover’s economy.
I was going bankrupt babe
Apr 14 · 148
Myth
Dianali Apr 14
And I’m going to make you
so much of a memory,
That you’ll be more of a myth.
Linked somehow,
to the subtle pain
woven in
some parts of my voice.
Barely noticeable,
yet still lingering there.
Legend has it,
every now and then,
just between the happiest
and saddest
words I say,
If you listen carefully,
I’m just
Whispering your name.
A folk tale in my lore
Apr 13 · 302
Selfie
Dianali Apr 13
Maybe no one would get my essence
Like I do. Even after many tries.
Is that pretentiously narcissistic?
or just deep self-awareness?
Apr 10 · 108
Architect
Dianali Apr 10
A word after more words,
Creates other dimensions.
Changing entire generations,
A whole new structure,
Built for different intentions.
Persuading,
Emotional expression,
trickier purposes —
Like old plain manipulation.
Of an individual,
Or perhaps a huge nation.
So take precautions.
As this is a cautionary tale.
Since you are building,
Each line of yours
can either shape or break.
After all,
Here,
we all are
What In my mind
I like to call:
“The World’s oldest Architects”
Apr 10 · 266
The Repairman
Dianali Apr 10
Turns out,
I’m a talented repairman.
A messed-up wall?
I’ll fix that patch,
and find the perfect paint,
to colour-match.
A misunderstanding?
I’ll shape the perfect situation,
So It can be flawlessly justified.
Yes. I’m a great repairman.
Because after all—
I’m nothing,
but a destructive tenant,
In the flexible lease,
That is your heart.
Once I was told there was no need to be that skilled in justifying anything if I did nothing wrong from the beginning. Hit me hard.
Apr 8 · 150
Wordslave
Dianali Apr 8
My mother just told me
I’m constantly ‘a slave’ of my own words.
And I have to agree with her.
I can’t seem to ‘own my silences’
as she so smartly puts it.
I know, I know.
I should ponder on
such valuable insight— yup.
Yet to me…
that was just short for:
 ‘You should shut up
Apr 8 · 148
Weak
Dianali Apr 8
I missed that call.
And I knew
It was for the better.
You weren’t up
To anything good.
I knew
answering
wouldn’t lead me
to anything good.
And I wish It was
That thought—
the
Impeding,
rational force
The reason
for not
picking up,
But sweetheart,
honestly?
It was 3 am,
I was not that
mentally strong;
I just wasn’t
Awake.
I wish I was stronger, smarter, with more self love back then.. but It was an accident.. I would’ve picked up.
Apr 7 · 212
Brain rot
Dianali Apr 7
My brain keeps rotting
But I just don’t care.
the longer I scroll
The more chances I get
Of catching a glimpse
Of your beautiful face
Apr 6 · 108
Sundays
Dianali Apr 6
Sundays are made for God and for poetry.
For they both can see us fully through.
Apr 6 · 94
Nomad/Nómada
Dianali Apr 6
Maybe I'll be an eternal nomad,
Since my only home is in your arms.

A lo mejor sere una eterna nómada,
porque mi único hogar esta en tus brazos.
Originally wrote this in Spanish, my mother tongue; a little cheesy, I know
Dianali Apr 6
It’s a Sunday Morning where I am,
Lying warmly in bed.
It’s time to get my coffee
and catch a brief glimpse—
Through my small virtual window

I get to see,
A lot of different Saturdays
Happy faces in familiar supercuts,
Montages of their laughter,
No trace of sorrow or loss.

Everything is better in spring.
And the hearts I miss—
They seem happier in their spring.

Grateful I got this vibrant collage;
And more grateful still,
Summer’s sprinting towards me,
among the sun and joy, I’ll be.

Counting the long,
And lonely weeks
Until I’ll get to be
(Smiling)
on the other side of the screen.
Apr 4 · 130
Curtain see-through
Dianali Apr 4
Have I left it too open, my window
For you to see the inside?
—A room, full of thoughts,
Crafted by my spiralling mind;
A bed, full of love,
Overflowing,
from an oversharing heart

Would you go inside?
Would you ran far?

Tbh I left the curtain half drawn
Apr 4 · 273
Dreamer review
Dianali Apr 4
Your recent visit in my dreams was bitter
I held my arms up for a truce;
still aching, you were witter
I’ll rate it a 3/5
(you have been sweeter)
Mar 30 · 118
Out-of-body experience
Dianali Mar 30
I hovered above us
Trying to capture the whole scene
Legs trying not to shiver
While you’re planting kisses,
exploring soft, uncharted skin.
Out-of-body experience,
Floating right there,
I envied myself for a second,
But your anchor-like hands
Managed to drag me down there
Eyes meet again
Making me face them
My nonsensical thoughts—
My fear, my desire to stay—
The closeness of my thighs
To your lips.
Mar 30 · 274
Bus station
Dianali Mar 30
In my headphones
’My favourite faded fantasy’
By Damien Rice plays—
Spare souls— one or two broken hearts
and Me, once again,
Waiting for a bus,
to take us away.
Flickering lights,
And 2 am’s old friend,
Cold.. so cold.
In between a heavy silence,
And pity stares,
I can’t help but compare,
Peacefully silent, you
warm and sound asleep
In your room,
A 5-min walk,
right around the corner.
It’s beautifully metaphorical
Being trapped in this liminal space
With you physically so close
Yet so far away
Mar 27 · 336
Foreigner
Dianali Mar 27
You were just a cold-blooded visitor
Experiencing the warmer microclimate
Of my heart
Mar 25 · 154
Overweight
Dianali Mar 25
I strip myself.

Bones, soul and flesh.

I got on the scale. Check.

I’m way past my ideal weight— again.

I guess no amount of exercise

Or calorie-deficit diet would do

Because I didn’t account for

how many calories memories use.

Well, since I’m in no heart-diet,

I can afford to have a few—

So go on,

Add some extra kilograms to the soul.
Mar 21 · 478
soulrrhage
Dianali Mar 21
I have diagnosed it myself.

But  I’m not the first one—

Due to the lack of clotting,

No wound of this heart

would ever heal fast.

There is no moving on,

Because there is no scar.

My soul keeps bleeding.

It longs to go back.

Flashbacks.

Their voice.

Supercuts.

Their hand touching mine—

Oh dear Lord!
Why can I recall?!

I’m having a soulrrhage

Call 911 !
In my mind this is greek for ‘bursting of soul’ which is being so emotional and prone to remember; chronically in your heart.
Which I have for better or for worse
Mar 18 · 130
Overthinking
Dianali Mar 18
Why should I know

Why the sky is blue ?

Why can’t I just enjoy the sunny day?
Mar 15 · 247
Scheduled
Dianali Mar 15
Walking past a building
Being built,
As I type this.
I wonder—
Is some core memory
There,
Waiting for me?
Mar 15 · 283
Bed rotting
Dianali Mar 15
I’m stuck in my bedroom.
There’s a whole in the wall.
That’s figurative speech,
Of course.
The wall is my heart.
I’m watching another show.
It’s about the life of some girls—
I’m trying so desperately to relate.
After some episodes, I finally succeed.
Somehow I make this about me too.
Now I’m imagining how my own life
Would play out for the masses.
Would I be a fan favourite?
Would he be the villain?
Would I be?

I stop.
I REALIZE—
I’m not that interesting.

Just perfectly,
randomly,
average,

             me.
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