It’s dark ripples flowing down, slender handles, soft material wrapping all throughout. Specks dark throughout; carvings uniquely embroidered in. Light coloring and fluttering as a mask.
O dear, O dear!
This is my love indeed.
Her dark flowing hair, slender hands, soft skin. Her moles as if they were stars; uniquely hers. Light surrounding her all being.
O pain, O pain,
Please stop this mus...
We are tied together.
Red filling my mind and palm.
Together we are, with our red tinted glasses.
This is a bond that flows through our veins,
Yours and mine.
Constantly flowing and coursing.
Overwhelmingly pumping like any attempt of severance.
We are dull.
Grey with any color of blood.
Death or not,
Ill or not,
This is the pact we’ve made.
Pacts are unbreakable,
especially w...
I believe it was fate.
Most likely the raindrops that poured down on us relentlessly.
The street was abandoned, and so was the sky for it was deserted of any colour.
The grey clouds smothering all rising stars, although there were something that shined brightly.
The bright sphere, a night light comforting me from behind the curtains of grey.
I was still, until the sky started waling,
An...
I
I want
I want your voice to reach my ears.
I want your laugh.
I want to see your face.
For the first time.
I want to see how tall you are, not in the old photos.
The real you.
I want to hear your story.
I want YOU to tell me your story.
I want you to tell me anything, say anything.
I want to see your callused hands.
I want to see your nose, the one I might have.
I want t...
My grandmother always told me…
What has she told me?
I hope she told me stories of her youth.
Maybe her first love.
I hope she taught me how to cook,
How to tell what’s ripe, what’s not, all the myths and fables that the country and communism will allow.
I wish she told me anything.
Anything with her voice.
Was it high pitched? Middle?
Was her voice low?
Raspy?
Was she a heavy ...
It’s been a while.
Since your dark thoughts, your dystopian realities, your crude remarks.
I miss it, truly.
I don’t know you, I doubt you care about me,
I’m not sure if this is healthy..
Let me confess,
If I saw that hand of yours that wrote the things that has been scribed, typed,
I would grab that hand and plant a thousand kisses, matching the words in your poetry.
This obsession…I...
Such suffocating fabric pressing against my lips…as I drag the sock off your foot, it instantly loses weight, almost floating as I return to the depths.
The child sleeps innocently as I hover above their body, slowly creeping up and I open my mouth, gasping their breaths into my grip, the bed getting lighter by the second, the imprint on the mattress showing no depth as I take their soul.
Thei...
When I once got mad over chores,
Swearing that she never did anything.
That if I was soft,
Weak,
Sensitive,
Flawed,
I would be loved.
You swore not.
But all I saw was her sitting on the couch drawing.
With my raw hatred and bitter anger,
I saw favoritism.
“If you talk back again, you’ll go to your dads!”
“If I do, I’ll just kill myself. Fine.”
“Then do it! Go ahead and kill yours...
It’s rumbling, rumbling, rumbling.
Getting ever so closer until a breath breaths on your neck.
Until you feel a breeze pull you up.
It’s towering mechanical build with a stomach that is clear as day, showing it’s victim and prey.
You are but a crumb.
And it, a towering doom, can suck you up....
Cold.
So cold between the love of these stars.
There’s an end between these specks.
These specks that fill my vision, blinding me with their light.
Light in this dark unlimitless end.
My hands grow numb, my freezing fingers falling dead.
No breath fogs up the sky.
For I am in the sky and no breath escapes my lips.
If I were turn my head, to witness this fragile love between fragile ...
