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399 · Sep 2019
To Grandpa
MidnightOdyssey Sep 2019
“Take it easy” you said, with a smile of bountiful love.
Nothing affirms me more than the placid tap on my shoulder.
A tap that promised me the world is always full of wonder
If I dare to ponder.
Dandelions remind me of you.
Nothing on Earth could cease you from running towards to sunbeams.
You loved chasing for the sun with my small hands clasped in your secure promise.
And you were the sun to me,
For you have a spirit so bright that radiates,
I long to orbit around you.
We could roam free to Budapest!
With Blue Danube echoing through my head as we glory in a cup of beer.
So take in any forms as you like.
I never want to lose track of you,
Out of my sight, out of my mind.
Let the clouds caress you in a gentle whisper.
Let the morning dew smoothen your path.
Let the breeze carry you to nirvana.
Let the stars convoy you Home.
Let the snow reveal your footprints,
For nostalgia will trace yours.
Be free from
The monstrous thunder they stir,
The poisonous blabber they spit,
The ferocious terror they root.
Now rest on the soft soil.
Escalate as you go,
But please endure in my heart.
213 · Sep 2019
The Sun and the Moon
MidnightOdyssey Sep 2019
As warm and brilliant the Sun could be,
A cloudless sky, clear of haze.
A masquerade in the forest,
I prance under the sunlight wildly.
Personas interlace as it projects
On different angles, different people.
Bubbling wine as a remedy for the excitement stored.
Delicacies of colors and flavors offered.
Celebratory smiles blazing in stupor.
Laughter and roaring hearts heavy as a shipwreck.
Flowers glazed with tempting icing.
All sinking into the Sun.

As gentle and mysterious the Moon could be,
A bold dark sky engraved with stars.
A dissection on the damp ground,
I lie naked and soaked under the moonlight.
A decay of myself, I wane gruesomely under the moon.
Secrets gush out as it shatters
Confinement and compression.
Tears as a remedy for the truth untold.
Embrace with amenity and eternity offered.
Spirit and a still heart light as the drifting wind.
Leaves shedding its camouflage.
All sinking into the Moon.

Preserved in darkness’ clasp,
Leave me not,
On this furrowed path of self-discovery.
For fear that I may plunge into a pool of tears or
Numbed by the melodies that haunt my ears.
Uncover me in your cradle with your cosmic light.
Wrap me in your blanket with your goodwill sight.
I want to see the world when you lower my eyelids
As I dwell in darkness and sail across the boundaries.
For when the Sun comes up,
The monologues repeat themselves again and
Life is another drama of wax and wane.
202 · Sep 2019
Distance
MidnightOdyssey Sep 2019
I thought everyone loves music,
So, I arrange my name in a perfectly harmonized chord.
But it occurs to me that you don’t like music at all.  
So, my name dissolved in the whisperings.

It appears that you like architecture,
So, I brought the bricks for you to build a bridge at leisure.
But the bridge was not built on the foundation of mutualism,
So, I stood at my side dwelling in escapism.

One day the bridge blew up and I ran towards you at the speed of light.
Only to realize that I succumbed to despair,
Because all you did was waving goodbye,
As if this was a card game for a solitaire.

I’ve always wondered how distance grows,
Maybe from the constant construction of a burrow.
Sometimes, the thought of you sleeps so well there
Yet sometimes it rises and escapes and I feel so close to you.

Like piano tiles that almost touch, yet always a semitone apart.
Like a flower that aches for the bee, yet from her it flees.
It reminds me of how you’ve always hated growing flowers,
Only to witness how they wilt and die.


So at last you never gave us a try,
Lest the capacity of our heart may flop like the leaves.
To avoid a series of endings, you’d rather
Keep away from all beginnings.

Sometimes, the thought of you is like the sun to me,
Yet sometimes it freezes and you feel like a glacier from afar.
I thought the sweetest radiation could melt you.
Only to realize the wind would never make our currents converge.

Perhaps I should just put this in simpler words.
I have glamorized every centimeter between you and me,
Not realizing how many marathons I’ve scampered
In attempt to call a stranger my lover.

— The End —