i haven’t written poetry
in a while.
it’s like brushing hands with an old friend.
not a stranger, just
unfamiliar.
This a personal blog full of my original poetry. My reoccurring themes are commonly about depression, anxiety, grief and other controversial topics. Within each of my poems, I allow myself to become vulnerable while expressing personal experiences or ones of my friends or family.
i haven’t written poetry
in a while.
it’s like brushing hands with an old friend.
not a stranger, just
unfamiliar.
patiently,
i wait for love
like how a pond, waits for a reflection
never a single entity,
but remaining hand in hand.
dabbling in song,
but never an art form like you.
Oh what dance partners you are,
a delicate work of pain.
Once pristine, now distressed,
an entanglement of wordless feelings.
Hollow howls corrupt the corridors of my lungs,
an anthem familiar to a few.
Slaves to the sun, slaves to the moon.
My nightmares riddled. My breathing shallow.
I feel like I’m drowning,
and my heart is the sea.
Depleting me to nothing but my pointe shoes.
Waves caress my feet
as i look to the tragic sky
for not a ray of sunlight survived
broken up, the sun and sky
Brutal. Vengeful. Spiteful.
their wars moaned through storms
and their agoney in waves
Tormenting the sea slowly
she was altered for eternity
screams for help errumpted, but none came
a chaos caged in terror
she collected her tears
in lost treasures at the bottom
She fought hard
to purify the malady poisoning her soul
Desperate. Helpless. Hopeless.
one day the sun will rise again
and the sky will be bright and blue
one day she could be happy
my serene reflection
blood on the pine
the feather of my fingers
honey drips from the horizon
casting constellations
my grief imprinted on the grass
the cast of my silhouette
haunting the river
we’re more than what people think
when they see us together
you are the music to my poems
the rhythm to my soul
apart, we’re beautiful
together, we’re magical
i saw my dreams within your eyes
i found a home in your embrace
i felt the love i thought was gone
i touched the intangible
you colored my world with sunshine
painted stars in darkened alleys
for it was all black and grey before
for it was all meaningless and boring.
you cracked the code,
found your way to a heart
i swore was missing
emptied my world,
of loneliness and anguish
and filled it with joy,
happiness and a calm
i thought didn’t exist
you resurrected me.
i am learning to be kind to myself. it’s me against myself nobody else. that is what determines my soul’s wealth. falling apart, i was falling apart remember? but i picked myself up and put myself back together. my heart is like the weather of december. hard and solid as a rock. it’s got to be like that to protect the soft spots. my core is so soft. only a few can tell you that. cause there’s only a few that get close enough to see through the cracks.