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Luiz Sep 18
a long time ago
but yesterday
Shrika May 8
I wake up to a morning where,
Splendour sketches an idyllic scene,
Snowy clouds shroud the dazzling sun,
Swallows soar high, gliding,
Through these vehement winds,
Rustling leaves sing an ode to this peace,
Grey, white, blue, blur into one,
A myriad of colours found beautiful by none,
All Acts and Roles- forgotten,
And the Play- lost,
Trapped in this second,
Enchanted by no magic,
Every passing moment envies the next,
Solitude settles in the air,
Loneliness bids me goodbye,
Rationale screams for realization,
But soul guides me to tranquility,
Life seeps back into me;

I'm awake.
I find joy.
I find myself.
Today's weather made me poetic, I guess.
And dull, grey skies are something I love.
The savior of the strings
The blade that softly stings
There’s a lot here and in short I’m glad that **** is all behind me
Dear {Deadname},
It's been a while, I'm sorry. I don't know if you want me to write to you, or if you want me to just talk. Maybe you don't even want that, I don't know. Maybe you just want me to show you how much I love you physically. (I don't mind any of that.) It's okay. Take your time to figure it out. Love's a weird thing. So is writing to you. Don't get me wrong, I love it, but it's different now you're mine. The world changed, in a good way, but even good changes are different. I know that I want to love you. I just don't quite now how to love you yet, but I'll figure it out. We'll figure it out. Maybe it's kissing you every day, maybe it's writing a letter every night. Maybe it's both, or none at all. Love is not 'a thing.' It's different every single time. Sometimes good, sometimes bad. You have needs, things you want. So do I. I don't think I know you that well, and that's alright. (I hope...) I wanna get to know you. In every way. I don't know how. I don't know what the meaning of this letter is, but maybe that's the meaning.
Forever yours
Sincerely, Me
Guilty Nov 2019
You say you'll kiss me,
You say you'll dare.
But when I can finally touch you,
You don't wanna be there
Who are you
To hold so much
Power over my

When I think
Your gravity sinks
Me down to the

And Fall I
Must now for I
Am in the Up
Side Down
Guden Jul 2019
Eyes followed by some hair
She was introduced to me
By a friend
On my birthday.
He loved her,
I didn’t care,
She looked exotic,
Freckles and a body,
Painted by gods.
Laughter and madness.
We used to make love,
Hidden while skipping school.
She was lovely and *****.
I said goodbye
And gave a last Christmas gift.
Her parents were monsters
Who hated each other
And everything else.
An omen,
A promise,
Some tears in the end
And a horrible scent
That scared me for years
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