Believingcame at a timewhen I belonged in nightmare’s shadowof a scorned woman;Mother,your love is coveredwith bittersweet perfume“ask your father what he thinks.” But I didn’t fear pardons,in fact my lifewas filled with cornersdifferent shades of;“Tomorrow it might be.”I fear celebration,that line of sight has always beenfilled with independents whileI’m a born dependent, living under sky’sContinue reading “Crowded.”
From the sun’s introductionI found a windowblank spot to saywhere I could nestle my desiresand let them meet my demons Because day fed those desirestoo much sight, they startedto drift to land I couldn’t tame them at. While all I wantedfor them to remain unknowingof many senses sunlightcould introduce them to. I portray a simpleContinue reading “Subtlety”
Listening becomesoverly exerting,overrated…when we’re both going to say“I knew you would say that.” I’m a spiteful being. How I’ll greet you,rests solemnly on howyour eyes will follow me. And this world let’s beauty lead,with this many flowers cowerwhereas I’m such a flower;delicate to touchyet yearn for my handmade vase. What it comes down to, EatingContinue reading “I Can’t See Past.”
From the ground looking up,Heaven is a wing in my mind.
In silenceI found a mature homenot in need of my touch. Reminded me of wild flowersblind to pursuityet being and beckoning. My dear,who lead a trailfor Summer’s steps highlightedby Moon’s gaze to thefront of my withdrawal? I said,if photographs are wrinkledby flood of tearsI couldn’t imprisonthen they were meant to fade;alongside their attachments.
Behind your lovelived a youthat wouldn’t embracethe me before my love. Behind my lovelived a methat wouldn’t brazenly cherishthe you before your love. Unintentionally,we were cheating…
I’ve lived too long to still long for the moonlight.
My God neglects mebut I’m never enviousHe placed my fatein a way I’ve to call out to it,and I call out to it every other day.I cry alone to hide my tearsthe rain I hide fromcould’ve been my God’s blanketto hide those tears with,I talk to him still.My God doesn’t listen to memaybe I whispered,speakingContinue reading “Tracking”
Writing… Let’s me borrow from my conscious.
Barren never knew coolnessof the wind after softspoken rainhas left a whisper.That night only moonlight missingyet content with candlelight.Let them say thenfulfillment cannot be found by broken. Come to my country in November.