I am alive in a home-made dress that was bought for two dollars at a yard sale
there is domestic bliss in routine
in the inching of my hand on a knife that will be used to slice the
tomatoes growing outside
there in no harm in loving you eternally
I think about everything often
about the way I tried for years to soothe my fathers’ psychosis
and my mothers’ sadness
I think about the temporary loss of my body and the way I absorbed it in sweat
my bones constantly caught in bushes of bramble thorns  
and I wish you could see how far you have to go to come back home

I hear them laugh,
A lullaby of joy

I hear them sing,
A melody of passion,

I hear them murmur,
A tune of felicity

Contentment.
Ease.
Delight.

Where can I find the music I hear?
The luruxy to be happy,
Listen to them,
The music of love

The Moon has a gentle light, which he gifts the Earth,
It could be compared to how you talk to a child;
Careful, soft and in a sweet manner
His light doesn't hurt me, which is what I adore,
Therefore, is it bad that I tend to lose myself in his gaze ?
When he rises over me, in a clear, registered pace ?
Without a sound I let go of all troubles, all pain,
As the clouds open and it has stopped to rain,
Many people do want to be the sun to brighten up anothers day,
But not me, this is not something for me to say.
I wish to be alike the moon, brighten up your darkest of times,
And be here, to illuminate tomorrows very way
Tug you into a delicate embrace, like his light tends to do
And be here for you, till I have to rest too.
Even in the coldest of nights, the moon manages to warm my heart
And manages my heart not to just fall apart
Tonight again I will enjoy his light,
After all, I hope he does not leave my sight


~ Umi

My dad always told me I was useless
At times like this I believe him
Could have stood up for him
Could have pushed the kids who hurt him away
Could have, could have, could have I could but I didn’t
I didn’t because I was scared
Fear is our worst enemy they say
I think fear is our best friend
He stops us from doing things that we shouldn’t
Because if I stood up for him that day
He would not have learned to fight for himself
At least that’s what I say to ease my guilt
The guilt I got after listening to my best friend.
Listening to only what he said

How do you describe brown eyes?
Dirt, mud, earth, none of these suffice
Too much to beauty for most to realize
Too much depth for some to think why

Seeing them first thing in the morning,
Warmer than a cup of cocoa on a cold winter day.
Deeper than any earth on which we stand
They welcome you. They make you want to stay

Sweeter than chocolate, they'll relieve all the pain
One good look into them and those thoughts run astray
Like with a sweet tooth they are something you crave
Please make sure they don't melt away

Today,
I don't feel at ease.
What was anticipated, extinguished.