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Jun 2019 · 317
ren Jun 2019
on lonely nights, let us remember
that flowers come in bunches
and bloom unified as one member

even forget-me-nots remain together
through the harsh, fading december.
Sep 2018 · 375
tale of a heartbreaker
ren Sep 2018
here's to your flower language,
blooming magic.

you spoke into existence
a session of radiance
and erasure of a monochrome season,
a darling serenade of stars
and gave life a reason.

but forgive me,
for the words of your flower language
do not rest on my tongue as
they lay on yours.

you spoke commas,
when I prepared a full stop.

I am sorry.

someone will learn
your flower language,
blooming magic.
after a long day
Feb 2018 · 220
ren Feb 2018
it seems I have
been running on
false hopes.
i have taken
the final breath
of wonder, purity
and now I am faced
with an afterlife
full of nothing.

i would rather be
in the hell the devil preached
than walk along fake heavens
with a hopeless stride.
Jan 2018 · 477
your world
ren Jan 2018
that place you see
only when the lights
go out.
when the absence of everything
drives desire
and paradise,

let that be
the thing you see
when the lights
come on.
Dec 2017 · 400
ren Dec 2017
as plants grew,
and life blossomed,
I was stuck in winter.

left with the misty nights
and no feeling left in my
or heart,
I was stuck in winter.
watching a warm spring celebrate
my faraway
Nov 2017 · 507
ren Nov 2017
I fell into the arms
of a foreign name
and she spoke
a peculiar language
that i’d never heard.

though, it was beautiful.

her words danced
upon her lips
and performed to a crowd
of the bed sheets
and i.

I want to learn this peculiar language,
this language she called
- she made perfect sense but no sense at all
Oct 2017 · 250
ren Oct 2017
I had a fear of drowning
yet I still fell in love with the sea.
Oct 2017 · 474
ren Oct 2017
I want to be
away from the world
yet I still check
from my stationary rocket ship
if the world notices
I'm gone.
Oct 2017 · 306
the first dance
ren Oct 2017
sway to the rhythm
of my heartbeat,
to the hums of love
that are delicately intertwined
with the flower
that rests in your hair,

and then I'll dance
on every breath of yours,
like how the evening light
on your morning skin.
- darling, you are my every day: timeless.
Oct 2017 · 716
to: the moon
ren Oct 2017
my dear,
when you grow jealous
of the meadows you are not near
just remember;
every flower desires the sun
and the sun envies the moon.
- comparison is the poison we read about in fairytales, you are your own unique planet.
Oct 2017 · 523
i can't sleep
ren Oct 2017
i can't sleep.

the thought of you beside me is
possibly older than the night herself,
with only mere daydreams
to fill your absence.

who would've known
that you could feel so homeless,
in the comfort
of your own bed?
- the very thought of you writes the poems I could never form.

— The End —