Jiya - Hello Poetry

Jiya Oct 2018

Helena

His pale face always reminded her of the coldness that came with death.
Her cold words always reminded him of the paleness of the world.
As she danced a final dance in that striking charcoal dress.
She sang herself to sleep.
‘So long and goodnight, so long and goodnight’.
The emotion he conveyed was enough to make her sink.
Deeper and deeper so close to the brink.
When he shut his eyes she said her final goodbyes.
When they opened again, she was no longer in sight.
So long and goodnight.

This poem is a flash poem I wrote whilst listening to the song Helena by My Chemical Romance.

#music #death #mychemicalromance #loss

Jiya Jan 2018

Waiting

Waiting, waiting, more and more waiting.
All I do is wait.
All this life is forming to is a list of things.
Things that make me wait.
Patience is key they said.
You'll be happy in the end they said.

Im still waiting.

Waiting for my crown,
my glory,
my fall
my failure.

All in good time.

#waiting #impatience #patienceiskey #anxious #worry

Jiya Jan 2018

nail polish

chipping, chipping away are the corners of our lives
peeling off every day is the motion of the tides
biting and scratching and screeching is the sound of those in pain
my nails tell a story of earth, that’s it. simple and plain

#nailpolish #pain #themeaningoflife

Jiya Jan 2018

Two Daggers

Leave me alone, on the ground.
Please, don’t let me stand.
Just walk away and let me dream.

Don’t let me defend my home, myself or my clothes.
It would be easier for me, if you let go.
You already have your words and your knife.
Why don’t you use their blades.
Are you scared? Why? There's no need to fret.
I won’t tell anyone what you did. How could I?

That’s right, walk away.
Don’t look back at me, at the cuts left in my skin and soul.
You made those cuts with your two daggers.
I’m not mad at you. Just disappointed you listened to my selfish words.
Now you leave.
Now I die.

Jiya Jan 2018

revolving

father is at work
mother feels her hurt
father washes pain away with red smelling drinks
mother with her drugs
father is never here
mother is always here
the way the earth turns, they’re still both the light in my world.

Jiya Jan 2018

Glass

A pane of glass whispers to me
The sound soothing with each cut to the skin
It says ‘I’m your friend!’, as it goes deeper into my body
It slowly reaches my mind, with little slits forming in the matter
What have you done my friend?
What have you done...

— The End —