i recall the soft touch of your hand
on my infant cheek--

so delicate in the moment,
but so menacing later on.

i recall the warmth of your skin
as it comforted my shaking hand--

so calm in the moment,
but so frightening later on.

i recall the sweetness of your smile
as it had shone its luminescent glow upon me--

so beautiful in the moment,
but so unsettling later on.


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i can't quite understand
why you no longer hold my hand.

see, you have a light touch so full of love,
that it could burst at any moment--
giving way to something sour.

i don't see the reason
for you to make my eyelids change color every season.

see, i have bruises like silk
and blood like milk--
your emotions could drink it all in one sitting.

i don't understand
why my heart still beats if the scale of my wrongdoing is so grand.


see, i have a droplet of hope,



but it falls into an ocean of fear

i do not know
what to write,

so i fill the empty spaces of my sentence
with the teardrops from the previous paragraph.

i do not know
what to say,

so i repeat the verse
i started yesterday.

i do not know
what my direction is,

so i write the stanza
winding into nothingness like a bookcase.

i do not remember
how i write my poems,

so i draw from feelings
felt long ago.

i do not remember
how to read,

so i recall a passage from a chapter book
i have yet to finish.

i do not know
if this has a rhythm or an order,

but i know i will find it soon.

poetry will come back to me
on the next crescent moon.

The wind speaks to me at night
It cascades and whistles in mid flight
I see in it the wonder
And destruction like the thunder
It tells me of the clouds
And how they love to clump in crowds
Perhaps the wind will save us
With it's mighty and powerful gust
I wish to ask it questions
And to express my confessions
The howling shrieks seems mournful
Like those of a mere mortal
I suppose nothing is free from pain
Even nature is bound by chain
How I long to ask the wind
Why it's voice must rescind
For days at a time it will not visit
My window pane forgets its kisses
As I forget its touch on my skin
I wonder where my wind has been

Why is it in our darkest
Of times
We ask why?

Yet in the light we don't?

Is it enlightenment
Or ignorance

In the light we smile
Enjoy the moment
Embrace the happiness
And relize in the moment its the light that matters
Therefore are enlightened that that light is why

Or is it that we choose to be happy
Enjoy the moment
And Embrace the happiness while its alive
And ignoring the dark
Therefore having ignorance towards the idea of why.


But whats in the dark that makes us ask why?

Maybe enlightenment
Maybe ignorance

We relize there might be a bigger idea or meaning
Strive for knowledge
And are enlightened by the thought of why

Or maybe we ignore the happy moments
Relize its only temporary
That in the moment only matters in the moment and after its useless
Therefore choose ignorance.

What is it like to think with your brain?
What is it like to think with such a mind like yours?

I want to look into your soul, to see who you really are.
I want to explore the depths of your beautiful and complex mind.

How does it feel to have such intelligence?
Is everything about logic and rationalizing ideas?

I wonder how you feel.
I want to know your emotions.
I want to know your heart:

Who do you love?
What do you love?
What are your interests?
What are your passions?

I want to know everything.

How is it that I have such an amazing person presently in my life? How do I not know anything about them?

You're such a mystery.
A lock that won't budge.
Why is that lock so stubborn?

© 2018 Omni Winters

sometimes it seems there’s no escape from your mind when life twists your light.
you can’t recognize yourself anymore after all your stars collide.

on the horizon of the black hole in your life full of lessons past,

a self-destructive mind remembering
the heartbreak,
the ungentle death of an interstellar cloud—

pain so hot that you explode
birthing brighter stars.

but you still feel small.

smaller than the earth you walk
that is smaller than the sun it circles
smaller than the galaxy it floats in
that is smaller than the universe they reside.

but they don’t know they’re small
and neither should you,
full of galaxies. you are a universe.

but a universe can yield violence beyond comprehension.
with every heartbreak, and with every tear,
a lesson making you think twice—

did i do this right?

these are not times you should wish to reverse,
these are just the actions of a restless universe.