eyes of a fawn
innocent and wide.
its gaze on its mother,
its pelt spotted
like the shadow of the trees.

a cricket chirps,
little fawn looks back—
a stick breaks,
little fawn is gone.

hurt, touched, dead.
the mother was far away now.
it’s okay, little fawn,
it wasn’t your fault
for being born.

You will never be able to feel
Those hugs
The warmth close to the fire
The fresh breeze in a sunlit forest
The scent of beautiful flowers
The cat’s soft pelt
The smell of rain
Ever again

You will never be able to hear
The soft melody of the birds
The grass dancing in wind
Your favorite song
The gentle drizzle
The night animal’s calls in evening
Ever again

You will never be able to see
The graceful sunset
The pure animals
Those views..
The mysterious night sky
Nature..
The beauty of life
Ever again

So I say
Don’t go yet
We have so much to do
And you…
It’s myself in the mirror
So I say
Please stay
Ivan

is there is something out there?
or all i ever did was worth nothing?
belle says that my purpose is to simply be
because we’re all going to disappear someday
cause, yknow, healing takes time
lets just watch the sunset and hold hands

im learning to love the sound of the waves
they push me away, and tell me to stay
they tell me to bloom
calmly like the flowers in the deepest of forests

some scars never leave you.
just like the strong branches of a tree.
you carry them.
i will forever feel the branches

some memories never leave your mind.
just like the gentle breeze
they wander.
i will forever feel the breeze

its heavy, im tired
but you..
you make me wake up for a day

i lay, vulnerable
in the nest of thorns
they hurt when i try to approach them
it makes me bleed

i dont want to cry
despite being in so much pain
i dont want to cry
even if the coming tears suffocate me

my heart stabbed
by the nest of thorns
i wont cry
never vulnerable again

bird on the tree
catch it fast before it flees!
its feathers soft like a cloud
its body frail as petals
dear god
protect our animals

bird on the tree
we dont want to see it free
its claws as sharp as thorns
its mind in the sky
thinking why
it breathes
thinking why
it sees
and thinking why
it flies

bird on the tree
it does see
what we did
its eyes are open
and will never be closed again

father is part of my life
father gets home when the sun melts
father sits on his chair and drinks his glass
father yells at a broken glass
father sleeps on the couch
and doesn’t want to go to bed

‘why are you like this?’
father said.
‘you’re made of glass!’
father said.

when the moon is high
father looks at it
he says that reminds him of glass
is it the clear glass?
or is it the dark glass from your drink, dad?

father likes the moon
maybe he sees the light of it when he looks at his drink
its scary
seeing the liquor burn father’s throat
its scary
seeing the dad that loved me
say he’ll give up on me