by candlelight i write a feeling, a tattooed secret onto parchment on its fourth life – it’s simple enough: h███ ██↋█ █f███_ that is all – nothing else is needed. then i sign at the bottom, fold the letter twice, carefully place it in a yellowed envelope, seal it shut – and i feed it to the flame, wishing.
a flash of darkness cuts the sky gray; the rain paints a trail so slight of smoke, and gone: in the beat of a scaled heart. inside the cave there is a storm outside: the beast: regal, amongst crushing rocks; the night: celebrating an absence. time will ease the return of the fire; turn a watered down death into life. gods reborn astride the dragon: fly!
That bird - Perched on a neem branch, Its beady eyes search through scorching rays For its departed half long drowned In the dusty depths of Earth. Hollow heart thumps In mere existence. Hours pass by.
Hope Dims in this twilight sun but Somehow, Weaves its way through these Wayward winds Calls and cries of anguish Shatter against the Gates of Heaven Melodies of melancholies Capture my wandering mind, I watch until Lingering love transforms into starlit forlorn.
pink and Gucci he's got his legs around mine twisted and kissing I have my fingers in his hair soft and sunshine we didn't tell anyone about it secrets and Fendi he's never loved someone like me chains and that drip I told myself I wouldn't get attached lies and friends we're more complicated than we admit
It's scaring me, What humans can do. To others, but mostly ourselves. Cut, Drink, Take some pills. Talk yourself into depression, And out. Humans scare me, Am I one? Or am I the monster on the opposite side of the mirror?
I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel or the world around me. This is #9