#partings
I was born in the land of plains and palm trees,
soon taken over to a city full of lights, loud hustles.
I found myself torn between the two,
always leaning towards the lush green beauty of my birthland.
Every year, I packed my bags,
spent a few days in my grandmother's house.
I would prowl around like a changeling,
my little cousin bothering me with his madness.
As I grew older, the visits lessened—
the void grew bigger,
and family lines were bent and broken.
My grandparents passed away,
land cases rose between the torn families,
the gardenia plant stopped flowering—
I had no chance to say goodbye,
no chance to shed tears for that home I loved.
I left it behind,
but my little cousin's face still stays in my mind.
When I turned nineteen,
I dragged my mother back
to that lost world of mine.
Lush green, hot breeze,
clear night skies fit for stargazing—
Long forgotten memories,
and the old familial tales came back to me.
There were missing pieces in the constellation,
but I arranged those pieces till it made sense.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:38 AM UTC
I must have loved you
at one point
These lingering emotions must have been created
to fill the void left
from the absence of love
-em vidar
Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 12:41 AM UTC
Time to say goodbye
before I'm dragged under
on last time
-em vidar
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 1:01 AM UTC
Always some truth
in the words we say,
even in the lies
you've accused me
of saying
-em vidar
Feb 11, 2022
Feb 11, 2022 at 12:45 AM UTC
5 years
since I became someone
you don't recognize
-em vidar
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 10:56 PM UTC
You've left me
to find words
to fill
your empty beats
-em vidar
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 1:21 AM UTC
I still write to you
no longer for you
but it's a habit
I can't seem to quit
-em vidar
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 12:16 AM UTC
How do I leave?
When my mind screams
for me to run
my heart convinces me
each time we've parted
you may have learned something
and be the person I want you to be...
not the person
you really are...
-em vidar
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
I see you there
In the rearview mirror of my life
Fading
As I move forward
knowing
we'll never ride
side by side
again
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
It wasn't from
lack of love
or trying
just us pretending
for too long
to be
what the other
wanted
-em vidar
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
I'm trying
to understand
why I still care
when I know that
I had to leave
otherwise
we'd have drowned
together
-em vidar
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
We loved in a way
even I don't understand
and we left each other
you for another
and me
to save the pieces
he hadn't broken yet
-em vidar
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
Leaves shed
as she leaves behind
Those worn old faces and troubled minds
to a distant land
Her brave heart is fuelled by freedom
I walk alone
over graves gold and red
Rustle and crunch! complain the dead
With a grimace,
I bid welcome to my favourite season
The northwest breeze
shares a smoke with me
As I solicit the shade of a leafless tree
The dust gathers
around my feet, around my life uneven
A golden sky
when the red sun sets
A cloud floats by that resembles her face
with the colours
that make Autumn, to me, so appealing
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
~ Hello hello hello hello
Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye
And thats all there is
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
The cottage is old and the garden trees have overgrown,
The long missed smells of mother’s food…
Oh, what joy to eventually come home!
Shrill morning breaks to the call of crows
As the sun rises from behind prison walls.
A reminder yet again, Light alights in sleeping hours,
Daylight brings hell, the unvoiced tortured wails
Which cry out for the Light.
But it plays tantalizing games at night
And leaves the mornings in the hand of the jailor.
No friend, no foe, no merchant nor sailor
Will ever come to see…
We’re alone in our six square feet cells
Us, and the haunting drum roll of the surrounding sea.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
Faded memories
lose their colour
and conversation
Alive
but wearing thin
with each recollection
and overlapped
by the heartache
meetings
kisses
and partings
tomorrow holds so close
Destined to be replaced
and painfully short lived
So fades another day
and another
and another
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC