Category: Poetry
Go On, Run!
We can’t go back,But we can celebrate it still,Say all the words we wished to hear: It’s never too late. In my dreams, you are there,All golden and triumphant,With your proud smileAnd lion heart. Every morning,I wake up to my hand grasping starsAnd I pull them close to meSo I can feel their heartbeat. That’s how…
I Could Be Anything
I could be anything,Even yours. Your love takes hold of me,Transforms me,Into whatever you want me to be.Is this the shape of your love?I feel its contours, which are now mine,Which have been yoursAnd so I am now yours,So utterly and completely yoursAs if my only possession was your love,If I could be claimant to…
Ours
The warmth of a promiseAnd how it takes shape,Coalescing into intimate form,Its color only known By the ones who professed itBecause these are our the hands that sired it,These are our the words that became its first breath,And the moment our those fingers interlaced,Time became still, but our its heartbeat grew louder By the second,…
What have I become?
Who am I? — If not the world.Where am I? — If not the world.What am I? — If not the world.
Contortion
A splash of solace falling atop a visageLike an imitation of peaceFrom where petals fall from pesticidesNot the changing of seasonsBecause it was just for a momentAnd as quickly as it came,Pain took its steedAnd it flickered like lightningBefore his thunderous heart.
It’s There Before You
Is it a window or a door? You could walk out at any pointInstead of choosing to gaze outwardAnd imagining yourself on that pavementWith all eyes affixed on you.
Will You Accept This?
Does love exist in a place like this?A cavern of decay,Decrepit like a hand of terrorExtended like a cruel invitation,As if the only choice was to accept itWhen all one had to do was turn aroundAnd see the light that leaked outFrom a sky of blueAnd a beacon of hope. Sometimes I forget how warm…
Is There Harmony Here?
There before me stood something so unclear. I tried to make sense of it, but I couldn’t. From the vestiges of memory, I pulled from everything around me All that I could muster In an attempt, feeble or not, To understand. In the end,All that surrounded me was An incomplete puzzle and The remaining pieces;…
Scorched Hill
The ground is crumbling before me but I’m still givingChase, engulfedWith such fireA hole burned in my chestAnd the gray sky above meTurned scarlet from my burning pastures. The earth tries to swallow me,But only my roots sink deeper;I’m going nowhere. I won’t die on this scorched hill,I thought,As the flames consume meAnd through the…