daphne

daphne Jan 23

i am not very expressive: when it rained, i hovered my hand above your head as we ran for our ride back home; that was the closest thing i could come to a confession.

daphne Dec 2024

no hard feelings,

no revenge,
because how could i put you through anything,
when you were once everything?

daphne Nov 2024

pull me under

when i see how wide the ocean is,
how many things left that hasn't been explored,
how shallow my feelings are in comparison,
how i wish to detach from my empty shell of a body.
i want to walk forward until it consumes me,
until no air can reach my lungs,
and when i feel the pressure pulling me under,
i will not thrash or wave my arms up in the air,
for i want to be one with the blue waves,
i want it to drown out my thoughts.
i want everything to end.

Nov 2024

Maria Etre

My Niece Made Me A Bracelet

My niece
made me bangle
of letters, stars, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me

#poetry #poem #childhood #realization #colorful

daphne Oct 2024

melting into you

i wish to melt into you,
like ice does in a cool beverage.
slow burning into you one droplet at a time.

but to dissolve into someone would mean losing the form i once was.

what will be of me when i am no longer solid?
when i give you everything that i am and have nothing more left to give?
what happens when the drink that we are becomes diluted?

what happens when we are no longer as sweet?

will you love me less when we turn bland?

when the thought of us becomes far too hard to swallow?

daphne Oct 2024

celebrate our differences

i think it's good that diversity exists around the world.
if everything was black and white, linear:
rice would be bland,
there would be no nuances,
no moral dilemmas,
and every philosophical question
in the world would have an answer.

daphne Oct 2024

detach yourself

but if love is a fleeting experience on earth,
then why does grief last forever?

why do we mourn the ephemeral, why do we regret the love we have for something that was never going to last forever?

do we walk into fire, like a moth drawn to flame, and expect to not be burned but also laugh at silly icarus for flying too close to the sun?

perhaps, we are all just kindred spirits in search for something boundless in a limited world.

or perhaps, it is better to think like meursault: one could come and go, and it would leave no dent or emptiness in the world.