Tis the season to be dying
Not too jolly are the lines I'm writing
The hymns mimic my weeping soul
A tune strung with a broken bow

Frail lullabies drenched in sorrow
Wilting with the fading greens
We inhale clouds of dusty air
Cold and fragile as my spine

Tingling numbness in my heart
Like frost bites from within
The finale of an orchestra
An epilogue of sorts

Wintry hails in my disturbed mind
Raining like misfired bullets
From a shoddy gun
Burning letters into my hands

The poetry I craft not pretty
Lacking tales of sugarcoated reality
Mostly **** and somewhat edgy
Infused with truth and too much realitys

A person asked me, “What keeps you living?”
I stared through his eyes as I said, “Oxygen.”
I am that one out of a million sarcastic teen
But my answer nearly seems right, am I right?

He just looked into my hazel eyes, waiting
I can read it, he wants a philosophical answer
Yet I’m only a mere, neither Socrates or Plato
Then I started reading between those lines

I have lived because of the presence of air
Because of a girl fighting her breast cancer
Because of an orphan striving for success
A blind old woman who still find happiness

The mighty soldiers who fought in the battle
Unbreakable love of a long distance couple
If I tell you all my reason of me being alive
This piece might be the world’s longest prose

She was a landmark of
            many journeys

The only quandary
            at this moment
is others had travelled
her more than self..

She was a
               penny machine
letting others deposit in her.

But she had left this emotion
                     long ago...

She collected her pennies,
         throwing them angrily
into a wishing well of despair..

Brendan...❤️❤️❤️
His kind words,
Smoothly speak I love you,
Every...
Morning & Night,
His lush lips,
Spill the words I cherish,
His beautiful personality,
Makes my world light up like a street on a dim dark night,
His deep dark hazel eyes,
They peer into my soft soul,
My soft soul smiles as if a cupcake was consumed by a little infant,
Don't get me started on those...
EYEBROWS,
Dark, Brown, Fluffy
They are as if a fluffy woolly bear caterpillar inched on his face,
Made home, and stayed like,
How Brendan has in my life

Why are you like this?
You're making it difficult for me.
You're the only person I'm trying not to miss.
Now, you're doing everything not to leave me be.

You've done something I couldn't understand.
Suddenly, feelings became out of hand.
You shattered my once peaceful dreams.
Then things are not what they seem.

You made me the reason for everything.
But all I hear was an excuse.
You insisted what you did was a good thing.
Then why do I feel I'm being used?

Please don't rekindle a dying flame.
I love you, but not as passionate as before.
Don't feel guilty for you are not to blame.
This is all I can offer, please don't ask for more.

I don't want to feel the same pain.
What we had already ended.
I've moved on, please don't break me again.
My heart's healed. It has been mended.

Doused in empty caskets,
                   littering the floor..

Drink entombed him.

Your sapphire eyes that glow with a ring of fiery hazel
The way your smile lights up the entirety of your face
How your soft lips feel pressed firmly against mine
The peace in your limbs as your drift into sleep
How genuinely good of a person you are
Every line in your hands that I try to memorize with mine
Your beautiful heart and its skipped beats
The passion behind your decisions in life
Your relentlessness even in the face of fear
The undeniable strength you wield that blows my mind daily
Your perseverance despite the hard life you’ve faced
How much of a capacity you possess to love others, good and bad
The sounds of your voice whispering that you love me for the first time
Your vulnerability in sharing your most intimate secrets with me
You