#clara
I watched her tilt the cup
gently towards her lips
Sipping on her favorite tea—
one made of and for thought.
A late evening of craving kicks in once more.
Letting her eyes settle
on blank pages
of her renowned thick journal.
Yes, I whispered to myself,
Stay this way.
Keep thinking,
keep writing,
keep living.
She continuous in little furies
of the same drink order
and of colorful scribbles,
tearing little pieces of herself
(printed with her personality)
to stick onto the paper.
How much more ink will she bleed,
how much more tea leaves will she drink
to drown out her sorrows,
akin to those inhalers of burning leaves?
Among the words which sustain you,
overdose is the only one which doesn't exist.
You are addicted to tea,
to the world around you,
and to the words around you.
This is you, and this is how you live,
with an end waiting for you,
despite knowing it's only the beginning
whenever you hold your pen.
Your mind, tongue and hands will fade,
but your thoughts and words
will live on forever.
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
not many people favor
the flavor
of the green tea latte
sweet from the start
with a slight bitter aftertaste
as the matcha on your tongue fades
i remember the time
we went to your favorite cafe
and you commented on how your
green tea latte
was a little sweeter than the usual
and now i comment how
it is a little more bitter
compared to when i had it with you
the green tea latte
is my memory of you
sweet—for every time
we sat in that same spot
sipping the warm green drink
and bitter— for the moment
i drank my
green tea latte
alone
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 10:39 AM UTC
flowers grow around her feet,
when she walks on cobbled streets.
a dainty ivory countenance,
and delicate pale hands.
not a single black stain on her,
except straight ebony hair.
her laughter resonates like chimes,
she smells of old books and pines.
rosy lips sip lemon tea,
dark eyes as clear as light seas.
deft fingers write with stardust,
a sweetie pie with a perfect crust.
besides a writer, she's an artist too;
a musician, a joker; what else can she do?
a lover of animals and raindrops,
finds happiness in a plant ***
made of sun rays in the days,
stars and moonlight at nights.
adores the winds and skies;
she makes gray hellos into colorful goodbyes.
...
the little fairy, made to wear flower crowns
the nature's princess, that's what she is
if i wrote what i love about her
it'd be a never-ending list
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
Clara
Tell me what to do.
All I ever wanted
was to help you.
I don't know what's wrong
But I'm writing you this song.
Clara
I know you want help.
So I'm here to help
Clara
I know that you're scared.
Clara
I know that you're worth it.
We met in the dark
I found a light
You put a pillow on your eyes.
Clara
You have to believe:
It'll be ok
But I can't go back to the dark.
Clara
I'm at the edge for you
Clara
I can't give my love to
Someone who spits on it and hands it back
Clara
I still love you
Clara
What happened to summer of 2012
Don't you know to make new friends
But keep the old
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC