Tonight is but a smattering of hooves,
A suspended dance hanging
High above the half-moon forest
Dripping with bravado and sleep.

Tonight is but a quiet lake,
Awake after the storms,
Overflowing with tears,
As the children fade into the forests.

Tonight is but a dragged axe,
A momentary fear of scythes
And hooded faces with eyes
Barely peeking above the lids.

Tonight is but a withered lamp,
Flickering in-between death, life,
Lamps that utter silent prayers,
That glower at the vast Unknown

And wake
And wake
And wake.

Some people are like sand
You hold on to them for too long
and they slip from your fingers

My mom thinks it's a cold, but really I'm just missing you.

Poems are revelations
Of one's thought and
One's self and motion

Poems unlock what has
been hidden from everyone
like blowing dandelions
letting it free
and wishing upon
the petals
stardust like magic

Stars on my ceiling
self connected
by my meaning
constellations and
galaxy
written on my skin

Sparks and nonsense
ruining my vision
trap in my own head
Of dreams and
undone missions

Things may not happen as you want them,
It is quite painful and heartbreaking.
I held out so much hope
But things still ended quite badly.
I expected so much but it all went down.

I could feel my eyes well up with tears,
The pain in my heart manifested itself,
I have gone lightheaded,
I could feel my heart breaking,
it hurts and I just want it to stop

I have felt this many times before
Why is it much painful than I remembered?
I would often ask myself,
Of the things I have been wrong about.

Was it something I said?
Was it something I did or did not do?
Was it because of my appearance?
Was it because of me?

Then I thought that maybe,
Just maybe, it's not meant to be.

I could only just let things go,
And just move on,
Let time heal my heart..

For now, I'll just cry these tears
and hope for the best.

I grasp your limbs with both hands as if they are lifelines to which my reality is tethered to.
Your emptiness called on me to fill it.

I held your hand as i hear the pieces of your heart slowly clatter to the ground, breaking with every teardrop you let go of.
And i catch all of them like a little girl with hands outstretched under the fleet of snowfall for the very first time.

I held on.
I held on to you.
And you did too.

For once, I don't feel like floating towards an endless sky.
I did not crave to disappear like a shadow in the dark.

I felt gravity through you as if i'm a helium balloon tied to your wrist.

So you can see how much hold you have on me.
I can give you this and everything i can see.

If i could ask just for one thing: please don't let go of me.

when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.