#siegfried
I miss you
Like how the dawn scratches my face on the beach.
It aches, it burns, it crashes onto my mere conscious.
Reaching for you feels heavy, impossible
But for you, I'd pray to my God that I'll keep on reaching.
My sweet angel, open your wings and show me your beauty,
Shine towards me and cure my blindness
Rip me apart from the webs of doubt
Cling onto me until I say amen.
My sweet angel, your tears grows diamonds in my soul and closes the cracks in my grief.
I miss you as the night misses the day,
And as king David rejoices with his praise.
You're nothing short of a blooming flower of kindness.
My sweet Angel, I miss you, and every night I pray and give glory to my God that i have found you.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
You think
I am a hen
In god's house
There for the plucking
Oh honey
How foolish you are
To think it'd be so easy
To get close to me
My feathers are gold and ivory
And my beak deadly
Moving with pigeon toes
You stumble and trip
You thought this dance
Would be swift
But this is ballet
And you are not my Siegfried
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:29 AM UTC
#24 | 31 Poems for August 2016
This is not my life, it’s just a temporary façade, if you listen to my voice you’ll discover that it’s my disguise.
I fully acknowledge the fact that I am not perfect but I’d love to believe that I’m worth it.
The hardest part of saying goodbye is seeing me cry and knowing that I’ll no longer get the chance to see you smile.
I wrote this on a Tuesday morning while listening to Siegfried by Frank Ocean while reading the pages of a Dan Brown novel.
I’d build Rome for you in a day and make you forget about all the negative things that critics always say.
Heartbreak comes in the morning when the sun is shining and the wind is blowing.
My heart breaks as I try to piece this piece together and hopefully find peace by the end of this masterpiece.
I’m tired like the Michelin Man but I still have great drive like a brand new Bentley or Benz.
Some days I’m more Bukowski than Dickens, flipping through the pages of my life as the plot thickens.
They say perception is flawed and distorted, perception is key and I need to find a locksmith.
Contemplating about unexpected goodbyes while living off a temporary high.
A part of me had already anticipated the heartbreak so this time around the effects were less detrimental.
My eyes and mind are blinded by the love that my heart obstinately believes in.
I’m thankful for your love, you gave me something to believe in but the time has come for me to be leaving.
This is not my life, it’s just a temporary façade, if you analyse my poetry you’ll discover that it’s my disguise.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC