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mmay Jun 20
I knocked where lanterns softly burned,
Where names were sung and dreams returned.
But mine was mine too faint to hear?
Or was it swallowed by the year?

I wore my silence like a crown,
While others danced I watched, looked down.
Was there a rule I never learned?
A mark I missed, a page not turned?

I walked the path with open hands,
But found no prints in promised lands.
Did they not see the fire I kept
Or did they look, then just forget?

How loud must hope begin to scream
Before it’s worthy of their dream?
And if I gave my soul away,
Would they have let me in that day?

Still, I return to skies once blue,
To ask the stars what I must do.
Am I the storm they did not choose,
Or just the rose that bloomed too soon?
mmay Jun 1
In cloisters of mirth I dwell,
yet oft thy presence doth unmoor me
a wraith not malevolent,
but much too known.

Thine laughter, dulcet yet discordant,
doth cleave the hush I’ve grown to wear.
Thou art no tempest, nay,
but a hush that hollows
a mirror trimmed in thistle bloom.

Each fancy I dare cradle,
thou takest as thine own
not in theft,
but in eerie echo.
And lo, the echo bites.

I feign no ire,
yet my soul doth chafe,
like lace 'gainst skin long worn.
For how doth one abide
a kindred cast in shadow,
whose light dims thine without intent?

Amongst companions dear,
thy steps render me spectral
a ghost pressed ‘gainst glass,
yearning to belong,
yet unbidden to be seen.

I weep not from malice,
but from a sorrow ill-named
for no villain walks here,
only semblance too sharp
and closeness too cold.

So let me rest in quiet remove,
where my breath need not beg pardon,
and my joys may speak
without their echo
following too near.
May 13 · 85
Let them
mmay May 13
Let them go,
like wind through fingers
never yours to hold,
only yours
to feel.

Let them fade
into the hush of yesterday,
where names lose weight,
and memories
forget how to ache.

Let them unlove you
their leaving
is not your breaking.
You were whole
long before they knocked.

Let them forget
you are not meant
to haunt anyone’s forever.
You are a moment,
a breath,
a soft goodbye.

Let them say nothing
Let them mean nothing
You have given enough
now give yourself
the peace of release.

For in the quiet
after the letting go,
you will hear
your soul exhale.
"Let Them"
inspired by Casey Renee Kiser
May 1 · 82
Never truly stayed
mmay May 1
You said it was nothing
just memories passing by.
But your eyes still flicker at the sound of his name,
and I know
some things carve deeper
even if they don’t stay long.

I kept the questions tucked beneath my tongue,
because love, they say, needs room to trust.
But that room grew emptier each day,
and still I stood
waiting for something
that had long since gone.

You still greet me kindly,
with the voice that once felt like home.
But now, it echoes
a sound in a heart
you no longer knock upon.

Funny, isn’t it
how someone can remain
without ever truly being there?
Apr 24 · 86
Lirih tapi ada
mmay Apr 24
aku rasa
setiap aksara yang kutuliskan terasa seperti lelucon yang lahir dari jemariku sendiri,
menggeliat di atas benda bercahaya dengan kecerobohan yang puitis.

Makaa,
kubungkus ia dalam bahasa asing ,
seperti melarungkan rahasia ke samudra yang tak banyak mengerti,
berharap maknanya karam sebelum sempat ditertawakan.
Apr 24 · 66
About Rain(me)
mmay Apr 24
Does the rain ever lament its descent from the heavens?? It never wails in sorrow as it plummets, nor does it seethe when souls below spurn its embrace, fearing the ache of its touch.

Yet, unperturbed, the rain unfurls, steadfast in its purpose, knowing that in its departure, a resplendent marvel shall emerge the rainbow.

The rainbow, a spectacle adored, a vision revered. But have you ever pondered that without the weeping of the sky, such splendor would remain but a dream?

Thus, revere the rain that falls in quietude, and let not your lips murmur, “I abhor the rain.”
mmay Apr 24
They speak again
tongues like measuring tapes,
wrapping around curves
they were never invited to touch

Don’t be too full,
or you’ll become the joke
Don’t be too hollow,
or they’ll pity you in silence

Don’t shine too bright,
you’ll be named too cheap
Be simple
but never dull enough to vanish

Their words stain
like wine on white silk,
like smoke that settles
where breath should be

And I?
I face the mirror
but see a stranger,
built from fragments of their judgment,
stitched with doubt,
stitched with shame

I begin to loathe this skin,
mourn the way it bends,
curse the way it stands out
as if I am an error,
written in flesh,
waiting
to be erased

— The End —