jcl - Hello Poetry

jcl Dec 2020

8th

It takes fourteen days
to build a habit, they say.
Old conversations still feel so warm,
they recall thirteen stories I long to hear,
the twelve laughters we used to share.
At 11:11, "i would like to be with you
every single moment,"
ten words in repeat, nine times in a minute.
You broke it on the 8th,
and tried to not meet my eye.
Seven steps have never seemed so far
until we had the sixth goobye.
Five sleepless nights,
they're too much
for these four lullabies to fight.
There's nowhere else to go but off.
In three,
two,
it only takes one brave move
to break a habit, I would say.

It would be hard to move on from what you used to

#habit #to #break #goodbye #moveon

jcl Dec 2020

STREETLIGHTS

The lights
are screaming,
"may the night
doesn't end."

We, too.
When we are
at our best,
we hope to
stay the same.

As the sun rises,
the lights say,
"I will be back."

We, too.

There'd always be dark days, what matters is how we get over those.

#streetlights #darkdays #betterdays

jcl Sep 2020

Whiskey

I have been craving for whiskey
for the comfort it gives me,
when all that lingers was your warmth
that went too fast like February.

Hand me a glass of whiskey
as quick as you can.
Catch me on the last train,
let’s escape the town while we can.

Oh, I guess I had too much whiskey
that I forget I am running away alone.
Just a little taste of whiskey,
sober enough to remember
to leave the things I don’t own.

But life,
it’s too short, too fast
to get drowned in whiskey.
And life,
it’s too playful, too painful
to have let me love,
but never experience you.

#whiskey #life #escape #runaway

jcl Jun 2020

Stay

Stay,
let's pretend the world
is in our favor;
beneath my blanket curled,
it is you I search for.

Stay,
as if you find in me
the solitude you need;
tell me your story,
I'll live in it and never be freed.

Stay,
slowly, let's sail away,
and forget the price we might pay.

Stay,
I want to keep you in my poetry,
confined within my words and fantasy.

Please stay.
But if you can't,
atleast walk away gently.

#stay

jcl Apr 2019

April Fools' Day

How would it be if something hideous was precious?

What if you find out now what was concealed then?

j.c.l.

#april #fools #hideous #concealed

jcl Mar 2019

Yellow

Yesterday, I blew a kiss to a flower.
That lonely and yellow one I was tempted to pick.
It was bold, although dainty, for blooming on a cold weather.

I was out with my favorite lemon tea, when it told me it loves the sun.
Each morning, it waited.
It patiently waited for that bright yellow light to touch its skin.
But every morning is a tired and yellow petal falling.

Yesterday, I blew a kiss to a flower.
That same day, the winter ended.

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In our next lives, we'll meet at the right time.
Under the blinding yellow sun or even on a moonless night, when I'm on my satin yellow dress or even when everything is plain and dull— at the right time.

And in our next lives, we'll make it right.

j.c.l.

#yellow #flower #timing #reincarnation

jcl Jul 2018

REPLACEABLE.

"Tell me something I don't know" you said. You were gazing at the moonless sky, while I pretended to be sleeping. Answers came rushing to my mind but I couldn't even speak.

You don't know that you loved a red rose, so delicate but you might bleed against my thorns. You may end up letting me go for I am not worth the pain. You don't know that the girl next to you is a shooting star, you can either catch it or miss it. And even the constellation swears that the latter weighs more to you. You don't know that I have already given you myself. I don't fear to have nothing in return. I fear that the thing I gave is something to be returned. You don't know that in your warm blue eyes, is a reflection of me. And the second time I look through them, I am with a crowd of unfamiliar faces, when I am alone in front of you.

I was sorry back then, I couldn't give a word other than silence. The things you don't know are the things I was afraid for you to know, 'cause I had a feeling this will happen— you leaving.

#prose