Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Yuki Apr 2019
the silence is heavy

suffocating


in space stretched out between us
lays dead souls

remnants pieces of our soul

and I can the deafening silence

grinding my bones to dust

gripping my empty heart and

squeezing every little life left

till it shrivels and goes dead

(and you pick it

bury in the sand

watching it disappear

swallow up by the earth

drowning in golden grains)

and the silence is heavy

deafening


i can hear your silent whisper

crying from your lips

it's raining_

and i’m shivering

curling my self inwards

(you are dancing in the rain

slow steps. open wide. engraving each drop in
to your skin.)

and it's silent.
Yuki Apr 2019
*
closed fists in pockets

head down


the clouds fall above you

and the slow song of the rain beats
in your heart

pitter-patter echoes

the world around you drown

and it's all you can hear

the drum of feather touches against
your soul

closed fists in pockets

head down


you watch the drops of rain

slip into the cracks of the earth

(filling and filling, where he couldn't)

(but. she wonders, maybe...
it's the earth swallowing the rain inside

gulping the clouds

stealing it from the sky

till it's clear blue again

and she can look up)
Yuki Apr 2019
*
Is it laughable, how I’m still clinging on, still hanging on to what’s already fallen?Pathetically and desperately clinging on air.

Is it laughable?

Do you mock me?

(I do. Every single time.)
Yuki Apr 2019
I have tasted cold stars (and burned under your kiss)

I have seen fire pits of stars blazing in your eyes, felt them in the lining of your skin (and died in each one)

I have loved and hated you (and now I trace each scar with careful fingers)

And there’s only everything left in memory of you. Each piece of me.

(You are gone, but has never left)
Yuki Apr 2019
Kiss the galaxies of his yet unborn universe slumbering in his soul and blaze them awake.
Hold his eyes, weave your fingers in his till you both are so tangled together there’s no way to know what it feels like to be alone or lonely anymore.  
Love him and make the world yours.
Atom to atom, bond together with no spaces in between.
Then, set the world on flames and build your fortress from golden ashes born from the death of stars.
Rise as phoenixes from depths of hell, spread your scarlet wings across the expanse of sky blue above.
Grip the world with your hand and kiss him
With life, with everything.
Taste sweet victory sharp, vivid on your toungue
and then, go beyond.
Yuki Mar 2019
blinking lights,
a glittering thousand of beating hearts
and,
i can taste mine,
burning stars lingering on the tip of my tongue
rotten-sweet

how many stars have died inside of you?

how many stars in you have lost their light?

lighting up your world,
in a confetti of fireworks
exploding in a flash vibrant colours
taking your breath, capturing your eyes
then,
gone
swallowed by the darkness of your sky
and you are left to stare at a
hollow abyss

tasting emptiness

each piece of you lost to life

and i can taste mine, vivid
lingering death rotting in my mouth

eroding each part of me, till there’s nothing left

but. an void of emptiness.

tell me,
how many stars have died inside of you?

how many stars in you have lost their light?
A black hole is a region of spacetime exhibiting such strong gravitational effects that nothing—not even particles and electromagnetic radiation such as light—can escape from inside it. [ source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_hole]

how many black holes **** young hearts, each day?
Yuki Mar 2019
You’re a bleeding sunrise into a dawn sky.
kissing me as stars tumble from inside you
your breath melting on my tongue
filling me with light, I never existed

and darling, I am melting beneath the curves of your body.

.
.
.

all the golden stars had turned to dust,
you picked up the stardust
let it slip through the cracks of your fingers
they sprinkle on me, tangling into my heart,
   fluttering into my soul as you blow a kiss to my forehead
and now darling,

I am a golden star burning brightly in the night sky.
Inspired by another poem: https://theprose.com/post/249638/o-f-s-t-a-r-s
Next page