Yasha Harkness

Yasha Harkness Jun 2015

when I die
I'd like my ashes to be made into a diamond.
that way when the jeweler shapes it and sets it in a pretty ring for my beloved's grandchildren/descendants
that will be a better rendition of me,
a properly shaped, smoothed and polished human-that-was.
I like to think all the bad qualities I know I possess would be pared down to a socially acceptable version of me that you would, finally, be proud of.

#love #ashes #death #hope #loss #disappointment #diamond #descendants

Yasha Harkness Jun 2015

Greenhouse Child

My heart is a garden.
In it grow three trees, a few saplings, and

many many roses.

which one were you when you said yes
my love

a discovery of pansexuality

#love #lgbt #pansexuality #lgbtqiap #rosesloves

Yasha Harkness Jun 2015

A study of angst.

We wear our identifiers everyday; standing out of the crowd is our goal, but why; that's the thing about invisibility; if you can't see yourself in the mirror no one else can either; this is why depression is dangerous; it shrinks people; we wither away in plain sight, and yet we are unseen; why do we like death so much; we are the generation of black humor and morbid jokes; you dismiss it as teenage angst and then wonder at the suicide stats; when will you see what you have made us into; what we have become;
**because of you.

#sad #depression #angst #teenage

Yasha Harkness Jun 2015

Heartstrings

Her nails skittered across his violin-heart
Plucking the strings to sound a lonely melody
And when he reached out to do the same
They made a beautiful symphony.

Heartsong
For the music in our hearts will find its match in another.

#love #heart #music #violin #lovers #heartsong

Yasha Harkness May 2015

Swimming to Heaven

Falling upwards
Like raindrops returning to the sky
Flowers turning to buds
Disappearing beneath the soil
Whole other life above your head
Falling into space
Time is unraveling around me.

Is there another me in the mirror?
Or am I the reflection?
What is the meaning of my existence?
Do I speak or am I an echo of things past?
Do I create? or am I simply a blurry retracing
of some long lost masterpiece?

It is time
*It is not yet time.

I am lost in this stardesert

I am not original.
But I am **individual.

when your reflection moves slower than you do
when time bends around you
when you can't see the sky because of the stars

#lonely #time #stars #space #weird #thinking #heaven #existence #insecurity #originality