I do not
want this silence
to be the death of us.
I want to find a way back
to your laughter and song.

If I don't bury
myself in you, I'll bury
myself in poems

6:04 PM
20/1/22

I didn't know a
kiss could turn into such a
descent into hell

1:49 PM
3/8/21

How I yearn for
your tender touch.
Your fingers are like the sun
the way they open up this body
like a sunflower awaking to sunlight.

If our love
had a sound,
it would be the sweetest song.
Tell me you hear the music-
the beat of our hearts
and our harmonies
intertwined.

For as long as I have known you,
I have wondered how such a tiny girl
can hold so much love.
Indeed, you may be small but
you have the biggest heart
I have ever seen.
How can so much love and beauty
fit inside the small being
that is you?

We've only just met
and already I am so
helplessly in love

6:18 PM
8/3/20

Maybe we
should look at the moon
together
the next time
we miss each other.
Knowing we share the same
starry night
will just have to do
for now.

We all
get a little lonely sometimes,
that's okay,
because that's what it means
to be lonely in this
little lonely world.

I saved our photographs
for days like this when the
nights are cold and solitary.
Hard to believe that I
was loved by some,
and above all,
by you.

I will let you pass
since you are not here to stay-
will we meet again?

10:40 AM
12/3/22

You planted sunflowers
in this heart and so gloriously they grew,
under the sun they glow,
singing your name from
dawn until dusk.

I don’t regret opening the door to you.
you entered this heart and
illuminated every corner.
You were the brightest thing
I have ever let in
even though you
turned off the light.

Dear diary;
Sometimes,
my emotions don't
line up with my actions-
what's up
with that?
It makes me want to scream
into the void-
why am I like this?
Why am I so broken?

We are all
children of the sun,
but you outshine
all seven-billion
who walk this Earth.
Daughter of the sun,
share with us your light
and lead us out of darkness.
Daughter of the sun,
shower us with warmth-
this place is cold without you.

When someone
is going through a storm,
your presence alone can be as
powerful as a sail to
guide them home.

What if the flowers of spring won't blossom?
What if I never run through the fields again?
What if I can't make it through the winter?
What if I may never see you again?
What if you won't wait for me anymore?
What if we won't find a way?

Despite
the distance,
no one will ever
be closer to my heart
than you.

Sometimes
things don't work out
the way you hoped they would.
It's as simple
as that.

I don't know
how to leave behind
all of these lingering feelings
that still dwell
from within.

What a contradiction it is
to feel too much while
feeling nothing at all.

Dear diary;
I suppose I do consider myself
to be that of a
hopeless romantic.
But I wonder...
why are they considered hopeless and
can you be one without
the other?

You're lonely,
I'm lonely,
maybe we can be
a little less lonely
together.

Words come and go but
feelings do not change, for they
remain fossilized

10:50 AM
24/9/22

If you find yourself
awake at 1AM,
you just might
be in love.
If you find yourself
awake at 3AM,
don't do anything stupid,
you are loved.
If you find yourself
awake at 5AM,
you should go
to sleep.

The skies ache for the sun,
the seas thirst for the moon.
The stars kiss their planets,
and I yearn for you.

Dear diary;
I am my one
and only enemy.
Somehow,
I am content
and depressed
about it all
at once.

In this heart,
I keep the memories
we share so far and I
nurture them every single day.
I hope we can add more to this heart one day
but until then I am content knowing
that you are happy and loved
and making your own memories.
As for me, I can open this heart
and recall the way you smile.
Indeed, there is nothing more beautiful
than you and our memories will
stay in this heart forever until
the next one we create.

I feel nothing
for the greatest pleasures
and terrible tragedies-
this is how it has always been.
Call it a lack of emotion,
an emptiness, a hollowness-
I carry that around in my soul,
my blood and my bones.

Your touch
is like tornado
sending my heart
into an endless
frenzy.

Who stays with someone
who shows you only a small
fragment of their soul?

4:07 PM
2/3/22

You, a bee,
dashing from flower to flower,
leaving them in a field of smiles.
We wish you the sweetest pollen
and sunshine to guide you home.

I live in an ocean
of your memories,
in shadows and the silence
at the bottom of your trenches.

There was a sunflower
that stood alone on a hill
in the darkest of days.
Still, it lit up the field
and inspired me to write these words.
How many days had it been there,
alone yet amazing?
So lucky I was to find this hidden treasure,
its seed now planted in this heart.

Who knew this city of music
would change our lives forever?
Two strangers, one night,
two hearts, one bottle.
Whether it has left us better off-
well, I'm still trying to figure that out
and I'm sure you are too.

Do you find yourself
staring into the abyss when
there is no more light
left to be found?
We are only human-
were we ever meant to
know such dread?

I want to lose myself-
not through drugs or fantasy
but through travelling the world.
I want to dive into cultures
and forget where I'm from.

This love
hurts so good-
I wonder how long
the 'good' part
will last.

I think that
every sunflower
follows your light
to find their way
back home.

I have endured
several deaths and rebirths
in just one lifetime

12:03 AM
8/3/22

What I like most about solitude
is that no one wants to steal it away.
Society, on the other hand,
is in such abundance that
anyone and everyone
can't get enough.

Dear diary;
Sometimes,
I let myself give in to the
hope of holding
you again one day.
False hope, maybe,
but it's the only thing that
gets me through
nights like these.

The skies burn red
and I remember
everything you said.
A warm breeze, a warm memory,
running through my head.

All the heartbroken,
the lonely and the dreamers
all hear the same song in these
early hours of the morning.
We are solitary
yet the night sings us
to sleep or something
more sinister.

To stay like this,
forever far away, silent
and unknown to your heart
is something I hope will
not burden me for the
rest of my life.

Propaganda
does not work because
people are dumb,
it works because people
want to believe.

I step away from
this broken heart and
board the ship of hope
to sail across the sea
of tomorrow.

I would rather
face the sun than
face the shadows and demons
buried deep inside.

The devil must
live in the ocean.
That is why the costal cities
are nests of sin and squalor.

I miss you.
I wait for your
sunflowers to bloom so that
I may feel your warmth once again.
Do not blossom away from me
ever again,
I have dwelled in this darkness
for far too long and
it is your light that I
held onto after all
this time.