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Blue Widow Sep 2018
she dances in moonlight
as she colors the crevices
of the clouds in the velvet sky
while the warm winds drift
along with the stars
she traces along with the
with the intention
to not be erased
her energy spreads
throughout the hidden oasis
among the secret gardens
as they all become one
she sings the song of eternity
as they recognize her every sound
the sway of the
burgundy tree branches
follow her every tune
drifting along with the
flowers that bloom
her cries shift the powers
of distant waters behind the moon
bringing the light of the sun
soon as the morning arises
she vanishes running
towards the sun
leaving her spirit untouched.
© rainbows and sunshine 2018
Blue Widow Aug 2018
burnt wood fills the air
coasting along with the
scent of applewood smoke
with the lakes
that flows off with the stream
closer with the sun it seems
my mind ponders while
my imagination wanders
as I become in tune with
the sun and the moon
thoughts sprout like a rose
with the light it glows
leaving it time for it to grow
with the flowers below
© rainbows and sunshine 2018
Blue Widow Sep 2018
show me the way to
the pain inside your truth
hidden behind the proof
why must you disguise yourself
leaving your pride on the line
withering in unreasonable doubt
while fearless and breathing
yet and still purposely smiling
hiding behind the brokenness
of your soul waiting for the
young sovereign to rise again
wondering where to begin
blinded by finding a way
only to get lost again
while fighting wars from within.
I didn't really know what to write today so I wrote this instead. Hopefully I can get back to writing again.
Blue Widow Jun 2018
one day my heart fell
across the ocean
then it washed away
and became one with the sea
while the birds flew
and joined each other in harmony
my mind got lost there
like the clouds underneath
the ribbons of my feet
they just disappeared
i can't seem to find it
but at least i'm still here.
© rainbows and sunshine 2018
Blue Widow Jul 2018
we tend to lose control
of what was once lost
rekindling the passion
that was never caught
we end up getting drawn in
that we forget
what we once were
every part and every
trace we leave behind
ends up becoming nonexistent
and floating off with the
flowers in the sea.
© rainbows and sunshine 2018
Emm Feb 2018
calming self in verses
burying thoughts in words
plain and deceiving
poems... in rehearse
actions in reverse...
presence in just being...
Dwika Haggi Oct 2017
Once there was a tale, told by a pink
The one you left in my car on our first date.
The one you wore when our lips combined for the first time and i took it off your body.
The one that scented with your perfume, my favourite scent.
The one you wore when you fell asleep while watching movies in my apartment, and you snored softly and i thought it was the most angelic sound i’ve ever heard.
The sweater told me all the stories when i was with you.
Was, not am.
Because now i’m here, but there’s no you around.
I live my days backward.
Dwika Haggi Oct 2017
To you who don’t even notice,
Listen to me just this time. I have some words to you who sit in the corner without noticing me looking at you. Distance is my best friend, because it’s the safest spot to see your smile. But, also it could be my enemy, because distance prevents me from hearing your laugh.  To you, who (i hope) notice, please return my smile when we’re passing by. The simplest smile you give, the faster my heart beats.
Nouva Tala Jul 2017
it’s fine that you
decided to
remain as the moon
embraced by every creatures
and not to lose
for the time that has to be used
for you
to engrave the future
when you return

and don’t try to look
back on my unrevealed muse
tho’ I’m cursed
by the moon
that has chosen to
not to
be treasured

“for I am the one who in love with the first love of every creatures.”

Afiqah Jan 2017
I’ll remember that winning look of yours
that same familiar one which struck on you
before it shifted to another
whatever makes you happy now
I hope they stay
maybe my living now isn’t loud enough, after all
being untouched like any unloved thing
you see, sometimes
knowing we need to do something from there on
is never very fun
it’s genuinely hard not to stay cringed
and then,
settle for okay

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