"natsukashii" poems
As if waking up
Natsukashii - been a while
was this lust I feel?
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC
Fall last year
I saw the warm glow
spread on your cheeks
like a shooting star
across a starless night
My fingers run through
the chestnut halo
splayed on my lap
Cocooned by serenity
under the veil of a pregnant hush
I close my eyes
consumed by fullness
and you.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
Sometimes I look at the things surrounding me in a different way.
Then I see the positive things in my dark past.
It hits me like nostalgia without the hint of melancholia.
More positive, like the way I want my life to be.
I appreciate my past, because even if it was bad most of the time, I still learned from it, my how I learned from it, and learning is positive.
Mistakes were made, some were bad, some happened to be "happy accidents".
And maybe if you have the time, I tell you about all the things that were positive in my past, about all the things of my past that I found worthy of being appreciated.
Come, Darling, let's appreciate our pasts.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
*When you left, you took pieces of me I didn't even know I had. The day you left, I thought my world had ended. I don't use that as an exaggeration either, although I wish I could. I remember not being okay for quite some time. I remember not wanting to get out of bed and I remember hating waking up, knowing it was another day spent praying to reach your voicemail, since I knew you answering the phone was not an option. I remember falling asleep the same way. I remember seeing you everywhere even when you were 100 miles away. Your touch still lingers on my skin and it's always seeping into my veins. I cry you out just for you to be absorbed again. Your words are embedded into my head and they're stuck like a record player on repeat. Your smell has stained all of my clothes and even my ******* sheets. I toss and turn all night and I get whiffs of you every God **** time I do. Our memories are constantly spilling out everywhere we go....they leak through the walls and drown the floor. I cried throughout the days I saw my mother whisper, "you're killing yourself" and although the pain never stopped throughout that time, I wouldn't take it back. Now, my eyes have widened. I have known love and I have known loss.*
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
Haven’t you heard?
Nostalgia ***** with your mind
I found out today
Like a Monday morning
After a heavy weekend
You know it’s coming
You can imagine it true
I know this will join the past soon too
Have you ever stopped a car
To write something down?
Or felt the world rise above your reach?
Why do we only remember certain things
At certain times?
It’s the forgetting
That causes the real problems
Why do some memories
Of dreams get lost?
Who decides which ones
We forget?
The ones we don’t forget
Become our life
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC