love conquers all,
but it requires a mightier feat
with time who tells what will befall.
03.23.21.| i've been in a place where i'm slowly realizing how scared i am of a soul when i find myself truly and deeply loving the people around me. what would i be if i lose them like water slipping from my fingers? would "true loss and bittersweet grief" be enough, i suppose love is always beyond words.
all my demons have awakened
from such long, deep slumber
like rampant creatures with wounds to mend,
and so i caressed their madness out of grief
inside my soul's dimly lit chamber.
03.21.21.| i think all madness is carved out of deep grief. one line that stuck with me from a show said, "what is grief if not love persevering?". and if grief is as said, isn't true love also a madness?
find yourself in the seams of my musings;
a tale of young love, a tale of sweet tragedy,
a warm hug of belonging, a cold release of parting,
such restless heart wanders, high hopes as remedy.
03.21.21.| "you see nothing ever truly ends, because everything is transitory."
with a sophisticated touch,
a burning wildfire heart,
a chaotic mind unmatched,
she is a strong woman, an art.
and when they ask,
"when strong women are down,
to whom or when do they unmask?"
i'd say they'll weep but never be their own let down.
03.12.21.| a pretty flawed poem but i hope it's not late to celebrate international women's month.
i know a tragic poetry;
two souls met and burned together
for each other and for the world,
fate blew the flame and then
they parted as strangers.
my head wanders to unfathomed depths sometimes; and all it takes is one name that subtly crushes my soul in misery.