#poemsaboutkafka
"Let every word
that these hands
will ever
write
be a love
letter
from me
to you."
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 4:58 AM UTC
"If I were a storm,
you would be the sea;
you fuel both the chaos
and the serenity
in me."
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 7:32 AM UTC
"I am back in the house where I grew up in,
but every piece of me is homesick for You."
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 8:37 PM UTC
A love of words,
of reading and writing,
our souls brimming
constantly
with poetry.
A blanket of stars
over both our heads,
bringing you closer
and closer
to me.
A Hologram for the King,
Anime, movies, fun facts,
and Navy-blue galaxy pillow sheets.
Darkest green,
and lullabies.
Forever,
Kindred,
in
your
eyes.
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 6:21 PM UTC
Word-weaver,
Soul-keeper.
Heart-seeker,
World-eater.
You steal away
the sorrow
buried
deeply
in my chest,
and it
no
longer
hurts;
the act
of breathing,
the act
of being.
You tug at
my heartstrings
and I wonder:
“Can you hear the symphonies you’ve composed?”
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 3:01 PM UTC
Black or Gold,
all in the mold,
as we uncover
and rediscover
who
we
are
through
the roadmaps
of our memories.
Sad or Happy,
telling every story,
secret tales
unfolding
openly;
shared with you,
shared with me,
together walking
by the rivers of history.
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 2:47 PM UTC
Don’t force yourself.
You don’t have to.
It’s a bother.
…It’s not.
You’re the one I’ve been waiting my whole life for,
I can wait an hour or two or even twenty more.
Rest your head on my chest, I’ll take care of the rest.
A thousand miles means nothing when you love me best.
I’ll hold both your hands through the storm,
and sing lullabies to you to keep your heart warm.
Make you breakfast in bed, with forehead kisses on your head.
Not a single word of love will I dare leave unsaid.
To you do I give my most willing surrender.
For I love you most, may you always remember.
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 2:44 PM UTC
"Let me be your living poetry.
Rewrite me in all the ways with your love."
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 11:18 PM UTC
Do you know
what helps
a writer
write?
Is it the way
that he feels
for you?
That wistful
yearning,
ever
prevalent,
consuming
the entirety
of his days.
Is it in
the distance?
Miles apart
and yet so
undeniably
close.
Is it in
the moments
spent with you?
*Infinity
times
Infinity.*
Or is it
your
love
that he has,
every waking
moment,
that helps
a writer
write?
Feb 5, 2022
Feb 5, 2022 at 7:06 PM UTC
I hand you my past
and you give me tomorrow.
We’ll repaint the grey,
do away with the sorrow,
With every ounce of our afterglow.
~
Feb 3, 2022
Feb 3, 2022 at 12:44 AM UTC
There are moments when
You
just get me
so completely
that I find
myself
mesmerized
in awe.
When I’m thinking
of something
and your thoughts
are
exactly
the
same
—Checkmate.
You’ve captured
both
my mind
and my heart,
and
my love for you
is resounding.
Feb 2, 2022
Feb 2, 2022 at 1:39 PM UTC
In my arms,
or simply
right
beside
me,
I will
watch over
You
as you dream.
As soft
moonlight
transitions
gradually
into
the gentle rays
of
the coming dawn,
I will be here
to meet you
first.
For you are
my sweetest
good night,
and all that is
good
in the morning.
Jan 29, 2022
Jan 29, 2022 at 5:39 AM UTC
I’ll love you Tomorrow
even more than Now,
as I for certain
would’ve loved you Then.
This connection
of ours
does not
bow down
to time,
and as such
it has no end.
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 8:27 PM UTC
I used to associate the act of unfiltering to the removal of cigarette filters; instead of smoke, I inhaled fire, and instead of nicotine, I tasted dark chocolate. Sharing my truths with you is exactly like that. Set fire to the trees, and once the breeze has cleared away the smoke, sit next to me, lean against me, and let’s gaze at the ocean.
Jan 28, 2022
Jan 28, 2022 at 2:12 PM UTC
Even in
the cold,
even in
the dark,
Your presence
is a source
of warmth.
Even when
I stray
into
my
night,
You
beckon,
*c
e
a
s
e
l
e
s
s
l
y*
,
ever bright.
Jan 26, 2022
Jan 26, 2022 at 4:00 AM UTC
Infinitely,
ineffably,
inextricably,
inexorably,
My soul is intertwined with Yours.
Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 6:49 AM UTC
You stopped reminding me to make a wish while time stood still,
both expectantly and indifferently,
for the secret slumbering restlessly within my lungs.
Like four candles waiting to be put out,
or four matchsticks yearning to be lit,
for the longest time, ever-questioning;
“What is it that your heart longs for?”
You stopped reminding me to make my wishes
ever since our moments turned into days,
and it was then that I realized
what I’ve always wanted to say.
I’ve found something worth wishing for.
~
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 3:18 PM UTC
Meet me at the train station.
Meet me by the sea.
Hold my hand.
Come away with me.
Let’s get lost.
Let’s be together.
Let’s be lost in each other forever.
Watch some movies.
No more pretending.
I’ll be yours even after the ending.
Hug me tightly.
I won’t let you go.
We will love.
We will love.
I know, I know~
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 8:02 PM UTC
You keep me
afloat
on my worst days,
dear-sterling-
silver-lining-
moon-framed-
starry-eyed
lover
of mine.
Do keep
me
ever after
in your lifeline.
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC