#poeticexpressions
parched wind, salt‑tongued
from the far edge of the bay,
licks the last drift of
mauve jacarandas.
in the tin‑roof blush,
I hear the slow heartbeat
of soil— patient, cracked,
still keeping the memory of rain.
I walk the market’s narrow spine,
hands grazing mango skins,
the laughter of vendors lifting
like myna birds into a sky
just beginning to remember itself blue.
and when night comes,
the stars lean low
enough to touch my forehead—
reminding me this place
is both root and horizon,
a country that holds me
as much in absence as in light.
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Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
Heart beating,
short of breath.
I wake up alone
and wonder:
What would life be like
without you by my side?
The fear of losing you
leaves me choked up inside,
but I'm doing my best
to cast those feelings aside.
It's taken me so long
to open my eyes,
a long journey marred by mistakes,
one after another.
It's taken me so long just
to let my guard down and try.
Sick and tired of building up walls,
I'm simply tired of losing it all.
I'll do everything in my power
to save myself from the fall,
just to spend one more night
with you by my side.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC