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Apr 2019 · 125
lost
Yuki Apr 2019
jyou cut my soul and now there’s a
void i can’t fill

my heart bleeds tears
since my eyes can’t

(i have forgetten how to cry)

and i bleed blood
no one can see

through the wounds you etched on my skin,

they were kisses of warmth then you left,
and now they are only,
    kissses of cold

that hold no memories,
only a hollow void
i trace with lost fingers

(my heart bleeds tears)

and it feels like winter

white snow like ashes falling down as rain

the world,
my world casted in darkness

the sun hidden by the falling clouds

(but it’s summer.)
Apr 2019 · 748
in spaces
Yuki Apr 2019
the white spaces in between the words contain all the answers,
   just read the silent lines of my poetry.
Apr 2019 · 257
nowhere
Yuki Apr 2019
I’m awake, but I can’t still see you.
Apr 2019 · 118
***
Yuki Apr 2019
***
sprinkle

light steps


i tiptoe over the garden of splintered glass

transparent. reflecting.

i can see dark. ugly. me

you can't see anything

i weave in-between the
complicated lines

jagged. harsh.

my dress floating in the air

and—

sprinkle

light steps


i tiptoe home

while you wonder more

lost in our heart.

(— hollow eyes)
Apr 2019 · 134
*silence
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.
Apr 2019 · 124
*
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)
Apr 2019 · 177
*
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
Yuki Mar 2019
in my dreams,
(dreams that run through my blood)
you surface. there’s
no light, no lies but
only truth and us
our lives bare
in the dark
as the thread tangles
as I pass and you pass by
as our eyes meet at the point
where love is nothing (can’t be anything)
and
you see something deeper
behind those eyes. I see nothing.
in dreams, dreams
that run through my blood (iron
hiding in my blood)

there’s no waking up
only us and the truth
that unravels as we
pass. a moment of
touch that shatters
my shadow
in the dark.

in dreams
(dreams that run in my blood)
you surface. and wreck my insides
with a look.
till there’s no reality
no illusions
only us and truths.
not love. (never love)
only truth that
lies bare
so hollow
so full
we can’t look
away. only
deeper.

(into nothing.)
(into everything.)

into your eyes.
into my eyes.

into the distorted reflection
that surfaces on my
blood that drips,
bleeds from fresh scars.

in dreams,
dreams that run in my blood
(I drowned and you surfaced).

in dreams,
dreams that run in my blood

I drowned (I woke up).
Yuki Mar 2019
There's a beat in my nerves
dragon’s breath, kisses of fire
blazing in my heart. I’m made of steel.
Sharp against the edges. Heavy.

  can you hold the weight?
(on your knees, crawling through burning flowers.. your shoulders are dropping down)
  can you feel the cut edge?
(prickle of blood, pain. let me see beneath the layer of your skin)

There’s a beat in my nerves
dragon’s blood running through my veins. Fire away at my skin, golden scales &
your words
                break
   apart.

can you break through?
(pierce through my armour & touch my bare skin and— shatter this steel heart)
Mar 2019 · 250
falling (into your arms)
Yuki Mar 2019
In a flutter, like a sprinkle of rain
     you entered my life

   leaving a trail of stardust, where it was
too dark
    and now,

    a glitter of lights shimmers in the depths of my soul
Mar 2019 · 117
Creatures of the sea
Yuki Mar 2019
there is blue caught
        in the lining of his skin,

he’s glowing in the dark

moonlight spills from his fingertips
as they graze the sky
his pale fingers dipping into the
black sea that floats over him,
followed by
    his hands, his arms, his head till
he is swollen whole

by the night sky

a ripple of stars
turning tsunamis worlds away

and the night echoes with
howls of wolves

as the moon sets into his throne
.
.
.

there is yellow caught in the lining of her skin
   she’s fire burning in the light
risen from the earth

her earth-stained fingers grazing the sky
her black eyes piercing into the
blinding blue

before—
she dives into up into the sea
                                 and spreads her flames

a hot white steam washes over the world
and clouds forms

a beat, then. the cloud breaks apart
rain drips down

the earth soaks up sunlight
  and spouts out flowers
blooming with a rainbow

as the sun sets into her throne
.
.
Yuki Mar 2019
Baby, I am dancing in your mind
to your heartbeat
that drums out of beat
and my limbs are tangled up

I heard an ancient song,
once a upon time
singing in your bones but now—

now, I can only hear
silence

Baby, I am dancing in the dark
(when did the lights turn of?)
and my limbs are tangled up

I heard an ancient song,
once a upon time
singing in your bones but now—

now, I can only hear
silence

i once heard,
love

now, I can only hear—
death
Mar 2019 · 359
couldn't catch
Yuki Mar 2019
(watched you fall from your
mind, and now
I am clinging to the air
watching the air slip
through gaps of my tangled fingers)
Mar 2019 · 133
forgotten words
Yuki Mar 2019
rolling off your tongue,
words
      letters
twisted & bended
the ends, crooked
that it comes off short and
drops dead

hits the floor
   in a crash

your heart laid out bare

i can’t hear you
(i can see you)

darling,
what are you saying?

speak louder
   speak clearer

(there’s no use though
it seems
you forgot,
how to form the words

‘i love you’.
slipping on the tip of
your tongue

but.
never reaching me)
Yuki Mar 2019
CAN YOU HEAR
               my heartbeat?
   (the sound of your death)
rising fast, then,
            falling suddenly short.
ends in a drizzle of rain, that was  
   once thunder.

waking up to the
    sound of thunder
roaring in the sky above,
a hurricane raging in my heart
and
       you, in my arms.
silent and ice-cold.
  the taste of our last kiss—
      burning in my mouth.
where the empty space in between us,
     the stars did die.
as i did.
as you did.
    
fireworks exploding in reverse.
Mar 2019 · 125
smoke & mirrors
Yuki Mar 2019
The windows shatter

shards of glass falling down
like a sprinkle of snow

digging into my skin, into my veins

and the room is painted in shades of red
crimson, scarlet, rose and blood

and we're breathing in smoke

my fingers threaded into your hair,
your kisses are like sweets
sugar melting in my tongue

intoxicated with your eyes

your bones shivering under my sharp nails

baby, my lungs are turning charcoal black

— The End —