lua - Hello Poetry

lua Apr 2020

my flesh is sore
and tender
covered in deep violet buds
and the blooming yellow flowers
that grew in patches on
dry,
rough skin
and every tear would let blood trickle down
in between the petals
concealed
but felt.

#wounds #bruises #flowers #blood #skin #garden

lua Apr 2020

alive

the hours sped by like minutes
as my eyes cling to the rising sun
in desperation
for light
and reassurance
that i am indeed awake
breathing
alive.

#alive #living #sun #sunrise #awake #breathing #reassurance #time

lua Apr 2020

the sun is a pining mess

the sun is a pining mess
it had never experienced love like this before
a kind of love that entered its dreams
a kind of love that leaves it wanting to stay awake
to see the moon's shy face
to see the moon's shy smiles
the sun had never before felt its heart sink as it set
had never before felt the urge to stay above the horizon
had never before felt the aching, burning sensation
that this kind of love brought with it
as if it had brought firewood to feed the flames bigger and bigger
it was agonising
yet the sun still continues to grin
maybe a little too bright
that the earth has to complain
and the sun would chuckle ever bashful
and it hides behind the mask of clouds, shy

the sun is a pining mess.

#shy #sun #love #pining #sunandmoon #moon #earth

lua Apr 2020

scent of burning

i like to reminisce on fires that never truly took place
yet i still smell the scent of smoke on my clothes
maybe it was from the things my mother burned outside
or from my father's cigarettes
and it had clung to me
i felt its claws dig through the weavings
and through the layers of my skin
but i did not notice it
until i had realised every word i spoke
turned black before my eyes.

#smoke #burning #fire #cigarettes

Apr 2020

Salmabanu Hatim

After Pandemic

Let's see who comes out the winner in the blame game.
22/4/2020

lua Apr 2020

collector's item

she was a doll strung together with elastic
and her skin was of the finest china
smooth, crafted with the highest of care
and not a scratch to disturb her perfection
beneath her porcelain flesh
are bones of malleable gold
soft to the touch
expensive

truly,
she was not just any collector's item.

#doll #item #gold #porcelain

lua Apr 2020

Distant Memory

Chest falls as smoke rises
Up into the air
The memory of a past
Long forgotten
Buried under a mountain of ash
Scrap metals, old wood
And photographs burnt at the corners.

all but a faint, distant memory.

#burnt #ash #smoke #memory