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Dec 2024 · 16
forever
susurri Dec 2024
always bookmarking quick moments
in between your smiles and laughs
when your hazel eyes flicker in the light
and your brown curls fall messily down
when your freckles are speckles
and little lashes fall on your cheek
like gentle reminders of time moving
somehow both fast and slow
somehow never enough
still, I never miss a single second
and I always tell you to make a wish
as I selfishly make one too
nothing grand to take away from yours
just a small carving of a plea
to keep these quick moments
for forever, as long as I can
Nov 2024 · 24
disingenuous
susurri Nov 2024
shallow thoughts
masquerading as profound
praised and rejoiced by the crowd
for simplicity beckons comprehension
while complexity ruins false realities

I find bitterness
in how they sing, dance, and act
real talents in camera smiles
fooling everyone because
they've fooled themselves
hiding behind duplicity

putting on a spectacular show
rather than facing what lies in truth
cheating themselves by burying
sorrow, pain, and the desolate feelings
that test their strength
makes them human

so few of us willing and able
to face our own reckoning
to bear the weight of the journey
and the hope that what makes it perilous
is what makes it worthwhile
Oct 2024 · 53
arcane
susurri Oct 2024
for someone always lingering
in the shadow after light
how it must feel
to face the sun,
matching its fervent touch
with infernal recognition,
a compressed prism
only the dark can feel
susurri Feb 2024
It was a day like any day, walking nowhere in particular, when he turned to her and told her, "One day, we'll miss this moment."

With that simple sentence, a murky pang of sadness settled deep inside her. He wasn't a poet, but maybe he should have been.

Would we yearn for the most simple day, one day? The most mundane sunset, the walk to nowhere...

Knowing that time cannot be held onto—that each day together also brought them farther apart, that they would never be as close as they were in this moment.

It reminded her of a scribbled journal entry from long ago; how the happiest memories always became the saddest ones.

She held his hand tighter in resignation.

They continued on.
Dec 2023 · 739
10 years
susurri Dec 2023
pain turned into insight
scorn into soft pity, yet
curious how fever dreams
of desire remain the same
after so long, still pulling
from the same well
Sep 2023 · 110
dichotomy
susurri Sep 2023
I ponder about choice
the weight of it on man

for a wolf does not choose
to slake its thirst unjustly
and an overbearing oak
does not refuse the sun

yet man drinks lest he refuses
demands and reasons
towards the imminent dark
or what’s left of the light
Jul 2023 · 309
older
susurri Jul 2023
I feel older lately
composed of more failures
and fractures than successes
all the mistakes dotted
together like constellations

we become acutely aware
of our own existence
when it’s too late to go back
and there’s nothing left
but what’s ahead

all to say that time
is our one and only
common denominator
a heavy lesson to learn
willingly or otherwise
Apr 2023 · 571
often
susurri Apr 2023
she often finds herself awake in the middle of the night. solace with indigo skies. how the universe breathes the same breath as her. contracting and expanding until the hues of dark fade.
Jul 2022 · 311
worst
susurri Jul 2022
there's nothing to say
except that it's just sad
when love turns into
brittle resentment

no one grows up
thinking they would
experience the worst
and then they do
Jun 2022 · 132
insatiable
susurri Jun 2022
sometimes she wondered if her insatiability would ever relent, if it would ever unburden itself from her mind. she thought about how she worked so hard to simplify her life, just to crave the missing complexities during soft lulls. if not careful, she would find herself running straight into a storm with no reasoning except to feel both fear and fearlessness.
Apr 2022 · 273
lullaby
susurri Apr 2022
sound asleep in the night, your breathing has become my lullaby. the gravel timbre of an old guitar, the crinkle of a turned page in a well-worn book. you are the sound of an endless field of lavender, the very cusp of a summer equinox. softly, softly, softly, I can close my eyes and drift into you.
Mar 2022 · 323
bitterness
susurri Mar 2022
it creeps up on you
like a vine, resolute
and winding through
crevices and vulnerabilities

you've taken
the bloom between us
and ripped off its petals
one by one

you sit there
looking down at it
wondering why what's left
is so naked, lonely
and uncared for

it's you
it's all because
of you
Jun 2021 · 169
chiaroscuro
susurri Jun 2021
"everything that I have has come
from everything that I've lost"

this rumination has stuck with me
for days now since I first heard it

it reminds me of love

the kind of happiness that can only
be built on the knowledge of sorrow

a metronome for pain then healing




I wonder if we all had a choice
would we still choose the same?





I wonder if the price of perspective
comes in the form of contrast
Dec 2020 · 124
To: Our Daughter
susurri Dec 2020
a snow-capped Massachusetts morning,
the morning you awakened and turned over
from your side of the bed to hold me,
to tell me you had a dream,
your voice part gravel, part wonder,
a dream about our daughter—
the one we haven’t had—
how she was half me, half you,
how you saw her and it felt like
the proudest moment of your life

I hope she reads this one day
and feels the awestruck feeling
of love between us, for her—
our past, our present, our future
unfolding tenderly, slowly on
a snow-capped Massachusetts morning
Nov 2020 · 184
healing
susurri Nov 2020
when you’re the one
that has done the hurting
it takes time to heal too

it takes time to accept your faults
the pain you contributed to
the ending of it all

even if they hurt you too
even if they forgive you
the guilt inside you lives on

you might spend your life
hoping your sorrow
can be felt by them
Oct 2020 · 105
petrichor
susurri Oct 2020
time changes everything
it demands ebb and flow
a murmur of birds
in red watercolors
bleeding like carnations
placed in broken vows
and broken hearts
Jul 2020 · 140
devotion
susurri Jul 2020
the things I never tell you
end up turning into poems

like how your eyes say words
you don't know how to express

how I felt more in one night
than I've felt in twenty-five years

laying my head on your chest
with you reading softly to me

what I wrote about us, for us
voice shuddering in whispers

I think about love and life
how we get so few moments

of soul-shaking tenderness
of certainty in each other

I think about your tears and
how I am genuinely fearless

about everything except
the thought of losing you
Jul 2020 · 131
suffice to say
susurri Jul 2020
on days like today
being with you is enough
(yet I crave you still)

feeling your arm
drape across me is enough
(yet I want you infinitely closer)

waking up slowly
to your sleepy smile is enough
(yet I hope to see a million more)

your breath, your body
your heart—all of it is enough
(even if I feel greedy for more)

you must know that I'd abandon
all the things that I chase after
(just to feel enough with you)
Jun 2020 · 129
the moment we knew
susurri Jun 2020
dreamlike our walk was,
slow steps with the setting sun

a neighborhood of beautiful houses,
a collection of old money

the purple, pink, white hydrangea,
crawling ivy against red brick

I felt it then⁠—the unfolding of time,
of your future and mine

you turned to me and said it's funny
how love can be so physical

you meant beyond intimacy,
the visceral pounding in our blood

the rush, the pull, the need
like echoes calling to each other

and I don't know if I believe in fate
but we walked aimlessly only to stumble

upon a doe, her brown coat striking
against solid, gray headstones

she made us smile, moving slowly,
a tender scene for us to witness

we watched her and then gasped
as a speckled fawn was uncovered

teetering hesitantly to its mother
then softly suckling for milk

an extraordinary sense of life
in an expansive plot built for death

unreal and yet there we were
breathless in disbelief and wonder

all of the things that had to align
for this one moment to occur

I don't know if I believe in fate
but I believe in the feeling of rightness

and on this day, we found meaning
while walking aimlessly, together
Jun 2020 · 122
love
susurri Jun 2020
a deluge of words like:

youfeellikeeverything
Ihaveeverwanted
andthesungrows
warme­rnexttoyou
themoonbrighter
inyoureyesandI
shiverfromthebreathy
co­nfessionsyouwhisper
againstmytemperedlips
IthinkIcanseeitnow
your­smileinfiveyears
yourlaughterinten
thisemotionrooting
itselfinsid­emychest
howyouhavetouched
partsofmeIneverknew
neededlightandI
oh­IthinkIamfalling
fallingfallingfalling
intothecomfortofyou
May 2020 · 124
Today,
susurri May 2020
I dreamt a morbid dream of my grandmother on her deathbed.

In my dream, she held my hand and said,

"I can only tell you about the happy moments in these 75 years. When it is all said and done, the only bolt in life is a love so voluminous that it overwhelms you."

I woke up, sharply, with a poignant pang in my chest.
May 2020 · 167
souls
susurri May 2020
she dreams of a feeling
feather-light floating

circular, orbital, a revolution
of aimless ambulation

in her palms, the world
dusted by light and warmth

a language of incantations,
an exchange of soft prayers

her very atoms awakening
flourishing in the existential
May 2020 · 132
Together
susurri May 2020
Compatibility is a beautiful thing
when it exists. To feel someone on
a molecular level—their breathing
exhaled in sync with your thoughts,
their imprint inside the space of
your narrow veins. Your nuclei
wrapped in familiar second skins,
circling each other like binary stars.
Apr 2020 · 120
the pull
susurri Apr 2020
I wonder how long the heart
can withstand deep longing
before the wave of aching
inevitably crests and breaks
Apr 2020 · 119
Resolve
susurri Apr 2020
I look forward to the day where the dreams of my future take up more space than the nostalgia of my past.
Apr 2020 · 115
simultaneously
susurri Apr 2020
you exist in the space
between push and pull

come a little closer
but stay a little farther

adore me, feel me
but don’t love me

this may all end
before it can begin
Mar 2020 · 119
wings
susurri Mar 2020
reveling in this feeling—
the butterflies unfurling
touches of light wings
against the heart

fluttering that overlaps,
an intricate gossamer veil,
too vulnerable, lovely
in its meaning
Mar 2020 · 110
Masterpiece
susurri Mar 2020
“You’re a canvas.”

“If I’m a canvas, does that mean you’re going to make art on me? Am I going to be your masterpiece?”

“I’d very much like to make art on you. And with you. And in you.”
Mar 2020 · 111
All at Once
susurri Mar 2020
You talk to me in ways that heat me up. Feelings that make me look away when you stare into my eyes; a gaze that says this could be a thousand times more than what it is.
Mar 2020 · 122
Logic
susurri Mar 2020
When you experience one end of the spectrum, logically, you must know that the other end of the spectrum exists. Just as how you can attain something you want, you can also lose it.
Mar 2020 · 114
instantaneous
susurri Mar 2020
one day you meet someone
you didn't expect to meet
and everything you thought
you knew goes out the window
the logic no longer makes sense
the only things that make sense
is the sound of both of your hearts
beating and the smiles etched in
your eyes and the way little fizzy
sparks heat up inside your gut
like you're about to go skydiving
or bungee jumping, thrill-seeking
like this feeling is an indescribable
black hole that is swallowing up
your heart, your core, your being
Feb 2020 · 118
truth
susurri Feb 2020
in between
where I’ve been
and where I want to be
the skeleton of our love lies
Feb 2020 · 115
moirai
susurri Feb 2020
two people loved each other
but missed one another
by a single thread

in the same building
she waited for the elevator up
while he took the stairs down

the ding of a heartbeat
prompts her to walk in
as he walks out

they cross each other’s minds
but there is no glance back
no piercing eye contact

they simply pass by each other
quietly, surreptitiously
not realizing their proximity

to the hopeful fate
that they have wished for
but which remains unreachable
Feb 2020 · 198
grief
susurri Feb 2020
all the fireflies have gone
and I am abandoned in darkness
here, I can feel the emptiness
of where love used to live
Jan 2020 · 109
devilish
susurri Jan 2020
beautiful vices come to me
after midnight when I let go
of thinking and controlling

it’s the rush, you know?
of saying yes when no is
the answer that balances
this version of perfection

I’m egged on by the desire
to tip the scales just a little
and feel the lash of heat
that reminds me I’m alive

to be good and know better
but to simply choose not to
is the true flicker of freedom
Dec 2019 · 106
void
susurri Dec 2019
floating along the river
of my own aching
facing a starless sky
a beautiful nothing
Dec 2019 · 113
shattering
susurri Dec 2019
more impulse
less thinking
you built a
glass castle
that used to
be a home
calling to you
now it’s a
foreign space
eerily silent
susurri Dec 2019
Half-written poems made up her life. Fragments of concessions to feelings. All of them, deconstructions of moments that when combined, create a facet of clarity.

“I woke up in a bittersweet desperation/falling into the sun/that staticky feeling/hum of faint memories/I dreamt of you last night and it felt like torture/everyone’s reality is based on their own circumstances/With me, it will never be easy/I have a worn-down longing for a love that never was/breathe deeply for four seconds/I hope we find our way/We can’t be afraid of losing each other/something inside me felt indifferent/On the verge of collapse/I bury my feelings for you, only to dig them up later/I fall deeper and deeper/You are cruel/a million crushing breaths/We only wanted desire and knew nothing of devotion/the inability to control drives you/7 am alarm goes off wildly/buckling under pressure/My habit of looking back/always devastating/Just a reckless moment, filling me to the brim/So lovely, so tenuous/Yes, I’m a *******/how soul-shaking it would be”

Somehow, the incomplete feels more whole.
susurri Oct 2019
She hated that he would always be the unanswerable question in her head. The lingering enigma that taunted her before sleep. It never mattered the amount of time that went by or the happy memories she made after him.

The night that she left him behind, she learned a lesson about rationale. The right choice can be the most painful—she was prepared for that. What she didn’t expect was the anguish of freedom; for the mercy she gave her heart to haunt her.
Sep 2019 · 156
A-A-A-Anxiety
susurri Sep 2019
These days, I get more sleep when I’m awake. With eyes closed, I’m helpless to fear. There’s no escape from the gnawing anxiety and I have to rationalize it or else it would eat me alive.

It grows in darkness and I imagine that it’s like a twisted Chia Pets commercial. Frame after frame of animated letters. A-A-A-Anxiety. The more that I think about it, the bigger that it gets. Except it’s not a cute little plant of a dog or a cat. It’s a nightmare.

Time passes by and I’ve lost count of the little, white sheep that I’ve been assigning numbers to. My head pounds, my body tenses and I don’t bite my nails but if I did, I would rip them off.

Instead, I tell myself to breathe. Wait. Only 8 hours to go.

7 hours.
6 hours.
5 hours.
4 hours.
3 hours.
2 hours.
1 hour.

Finally, the alarm rings a hideous sound that makes me want to slam it against a wall. It’s agony, but a reprieve from the torture nonetheless.

Opening my eyes is the only rest I can get.
Aug 2019 · 151
If I Was A Romantic
susurri Aug 2019
An undercurrent
of shivers would brush
behind your ear
against your neck,
down the ***** of
your collarbone.
You would feel it,
the gossamer touch
folding into dusk
across your skin,
finding its way
pleadingly slow.
Umber and sienna,
the feel of your body
against the earth,
as raw and open
as being vulnerable
can let you be.
The fight against
pleasure is a battle
that you would lose,
but I would abandon
my breath just to
catch yours on the
cusp of falling.
Jul 2019 · 301
Inescapable Fate
susurri Jul 2019
Tortured but golden like a cursed treasure.
A glimpse of starlight can be seen submerged
in the darkest of caverns. The void is deep and threatening. It’s hauntingly beautiful.

Between the reverberating hum of anguish
deep in the core, a soft pause touches feather-light. Fleeting but present, it feels like a quick tap of silk against the heart.

It is there. The supernova encapsulated tightly.
Enveloped in shadows to cast a balance on
its wild light. Always, two sides of the same coin. Tortured but golden.
Jun 2019 · 231
What Would Freud Say?
susurri Jun 2019
Dreams of you
like a spectacular
adrenaline rush
crashing into me
at high speeds—
both breathtaking
and fear-inducing.
Jun 2019 · 272
Poets Have Problems
susurri Jun 2019
A poem a day makes the doctor go away.
Three poems a day makes the doctor send you to therapy.
Jun 2019 · 162
Mercy
susurri Jun 2019
There is a comfort
in choosing your fate.
Gripping the rail, hard,
to patch your torn sail
piece by piece until
the wind picks up again.
susurri Jun 2019
As I grow older, I want to find resolutions for the broken feelings I've archived. Some of them whisper to me as daylight slips past. Others caress my hand as it hovers over words.

Oh, it's so easy to write about the devastation. To close my eyes and relive the moments that bring me the most grief. Yet more and more, I want to stop looking back and trudge forward instead.

There is so much life left to live. So much happiness I haven't penned—not because it wasn't worthy of composition, but because sadness is so much more familiar.

Let this serve as a reminder that beautiful works have stemmed from joy. That the hardest part of optimism is reluctance. I get to choose the feelings that I feel. I know that now.
Jun 2019 · 171
A Fool's Story
susurri Jun 2019
What we had was not real. I realized this because I thought about you today and instead of pitiful longing, there was heated spitefulness in its place. I thought about how carelessly you treated me, and in that moment, I wanted you to never be happy.

In fact, I had hopes for you. Hopes that you’d never find someone fulfilling. Hopes that you'd always be searching and never satisfied. Hopes that you’d spend eternity pondering what could have been, with me plaguing your mind.

See? What we had couldn’t have been genuine. People in caring relationships don’t have these kinds of hopes when it ends. No, people who are loved are able to recognize their faults in an ending. Their heartache feels worth it, unlike mine.

At one point, I told myself that I would never write another word about you. I caged my feelings in silence; spurned from resentment. In reality, I gave you too much credit for the sadness I experienced. I didn’t realize that you were a bigger fool than me.
May 2019 · 151
Throbbing Pleasure
susurri May 2019
All of him ***** her in like a pressed bruise—
that initial drop of pain from stomach to toe,
then the blossoming ache of violet tenderness
threatening to feel good on the verge of torture.
Apr 2019 · 217
Right
susurri Apr 2019
Just when it feels like a landslide crashing over everything everything everything the world suddenly opens up again.
susurri Apr 2019
Sometimes, she wanted to be left alone because the weight of her feelings seemed unimaginably heavy for anyone else to bear.

How could she explain the ache of her torturous heart? The memories her treasonous mind refused to let go?

Living dulled her senses; the routine and the normalcy. But moments of clarity always brought her back to the anchor welded in her soul.
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