Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Kai Oct 2020
I've been wanting to do this for a long time, but I always lacked the courage.
I'm sorry I wasn't brave enough to tell you in person. I was scared of what you might think.
I regret not telling you sooner.
I couldn't live like this anymore.
I can't live without you.
This has been coming for a long time now.
I know how I feel. It's okay if you can't accept it.
I love you. Forever.
some things which might be in a suicide note or a love letter
they're not that far apart, really.
Kai Aug 2019
it lies entombed in fabric and stale air
the fire arms swaddled in cotton shields
scalding, the guilt, huddled and shining fair
the narrow, long weapon it finds it wields

disgust, at itself
set back on the shelf
dives back in the sea
of cloth Calliope

though arduous, the work to quench the flames’
thirst would fruit with cool, gentle blossomed rose
they wilt into an ugly, blackened shame
with scarlet spark still glowing ‘neath their throes

it found a better way-
let cooling comfort stay
fire cannot fight flame
and burn cannot beat blame
in which fire symbolizes so many things it is actually ridiculous. also, it’s very edgy.

seriously though if someone wants to do a symbolic analysis go for it. i shoved so much random stuff into this
Kai Mar 2019
Two roses intertwine, becoming one;
their fragile petals thirsting for the sun.
They lift each other’s leaves up to the light;
and so, together, blossom through the night.
This poem's meaning is really up to you. You can even take it literally if you'd like.
I tried to express the feeling of two entities, both broken or fragile or vulnerable for some reason, helping each other through some period of time. The circumstance and nature of the relationship between the entities can change; the poem still applies.
I named it 'Symbiosis', because that is the most summarized form of what this poem was intended to describe. [In biology, a symbiotic relationship is when two organisms assist one another, such as a fish eating the parasites and such off another fish. One fish gets food and the other food gets cleaned.]

I tried to add some visual poetry, too, with each line looking a little longer than the previous line in a sort of stair-step pattern - as if you could climb up and be triumphant.

oh, and yeah this is iambic pentameter... heh

— The End —