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UnhiddenArms overturned, inside-up,
blue veins all showing
Against my tanned skin,
my forearm is almost
a shock of white.
Like that small dollop of cream
on a macchiato
you stir in
with the rest of your coffee,
I too, tried to make this paleness
more like the rest of my painted,
I left it to roast in this painful sun,
hoping the skin would darken, harden,
hide the veins on my wrist
so that no one could follow
these secret threads
running so deep
they measure time by
desires my heart floods my body with.
it is a secret in plain sight.
And under these clothes
are places I know,
and only I know
how I am
blue veins all showing
up and down the length
And how this part of me
kept tucked by my side
so hidden, and
once so different
has more in common
with the rest of
than these parts that show.
It is time,
you understand as I do,
that this part of me
drumming upit is almost 3am
when my heart pumps louder
than when i first realised that
i loved you too.
i cannot decide for myself
whether these are signs of a
or if death has come
knocking once more.
a growing girlwhat do people know of my sadness
when they are intent on claiming that they have it worse
what do people know of my pursuit of happiness
when they are convinced i am out to forget them
what do people know of my new worlds
when they are preoccupied with never leaving the old
what do people know of my love for them
when they are starstruck gazing at my love for others?
what do people know of the way i grow
when they choose not to grow with me?
what do people know of me
when they believe i am not enough of what they want me to be?
this one is nothingi return home
to listen to that familiar creak of our door
no longer attached like clockwork
to your hand wiping sleep from your eyes.
tonight i find:
one cup left on the shelf by the door,
your hurried breakfast before a busy day
one damp towel by the shower,
your quick rinse,
a harried attempt
to shed yourself
and one ring left
by the table
on your side
of the bed
i lift it,
a clean partition of air
cleaving off empty space,
i’ve claimed as my own
a promise so valuable
it’s measured by digits
both paid for
and wearing it
a promise so promising
to force ourselves
into its bind,
a bind that proved to be
that you yearned
to breathe again
try to separate
promise from digit
to give me the space
in the slow
of when we stopped
living as one
and how long it took
to leave the other
Spoilt for choiceI learnt her name listening to you breathe while you sleep.
I held it in my hands, trying to create
the face that tried to erase you. You intently hold on
to every feeling,
lost love, memory.
The pain you choose to feel daily
so that one day you could tell your whole life,
as she is sitting in front of you,
that she will never be complete
and never complete you.
the best newswhen I hear from you
or even a closed-eyed smile
the world lights up.
I have received the grandest news
a person could ever wish to receive.
That my sayang is awake, alive,
and he loves me.
Winter WhiskImagine this: a world of writers
weaving words of utmost wonder,
witnessing fair wintry whirlwinds
that sputter through weary willows,
and wade among the windowsills -
not one whisper left obscured...
Even as the stars of woolly white
wither into an angel-winged flame,
welcoming wires of watery copper
that attract the wolves of wildflower,
and wrestle with thoughts of spring -
surely snowfall wins the poets' hands.
midnight aches and inside strangersevery night
I wake up to strangers
(No, it's not what you think.
These aren't one-
or tequila lungs
They're the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
of the fears
the dearest dreams
slithering my spine]
these are the cups
in my sorrows
in the riverbed
of a throat
from the vine garden
they found a way
They are the ones
in my blood
shuddering my bones
There's no fright.
folded like a contortionist
in my chest
while the moon
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
Trying to HuntThere was a tear sometime into winter
It was deep onyx and browbeaten
Bleeding murk that grayed the snow,
In an unknown portion of the cedars;
Cold filled the sandwich up with slime.
“Time” said Rex, “the seer of all things
has found you out.” (Trudging went the boots)
Winter looked soft but wetly it chaffed, it made
One’s feet miserable; the gun kept slipping
And the jacket decided to forgo its warmth.
There was no grand effulgence amongst the Ether,
There was no “I” in the clouds; what was one hunting?
Geese they flew in an echelon that burned in white
Every year feeling it out, knowing better; ‘they must feel
Love? They bond for life;’ no “I” was in the cloud.
Horrible is a truth that one can find, reflected in
A swath of nature, there is no help in the hollows
Or the brooks, no solace when blood is in one’s ears
Consciousness buzzed along, and breath labored;
One listened to the heartbeat atop the clinkin
What if the sky had feelings
And it's clouds were its face
If it rained, it was sad
It it was clear, she was glad
If it was dark and stormy, she was mad
But I wait everyday
For it to one day just snow
Eventually it would snow on a grey sky
The sky was exceptionally sad today
It was winter and no one liked the cold
She felt lonely and empty
And kept her clouds just as grey almost everyday
Because no one seemed to care anymore like they used too
One day she thought maybe it was time to wake up
Maybe bring in something beautiful she recently created
It started snowing, scared that no one would think it was beautiful
It was just a light snowfall
She was wrong, the light ice crystals that fell from the sky pleased many
Finally, she felt welcomed by the fellow people
And her heart had felt warm and less alone
She smiled in the winter
Because she felt accepted
(In general I enjoy winter, yes it's quite lonely and well that's me xD but I think it's a beautiful season, don't judge it by
SeasonsH-hi my name is Spring..
people like call me Shy a lot..
im the most calm of all 4..
normally I hate to talk but,
ill bring in a little chat..
sometimes if im not making my drizzle entrance,
ill put up a kite in the breezy sky..
its very peaceful during my time,
maybe even putting some freshly new flowers
while wearing my green wispy dress.
even though me and autumn don't have a lot of time,
ill make sure nature will show who i really am by then..
Hello! The name's Summer!
people love to call me outgoing!
I'm the pretty radical season here guys.
haha yo im not afraid of others,
so I ain't worried of chatting with folks!
ill bring in my sizzling heat entrance (whoops!)
with a friendly atmosphere during my period!
eh ill just put on my Muse hat + sunglasses
along with my epic shirt n' pants
luckily me and winter last for a while
so hopefully the heat and fun will help shows me off!..
*Sigh* oh sorry, im Autumn
the complaining folks calle
LoglaHow pretentious, I thought,
the sun to require
such a grand departure
in the Land of the Midnight Sun.
I spied between the towering grass,
adorned with minuscule drops,
and followed the trail
of pebbles and gargantuan slugs
to a small stretch of beach
and radiant boulders
that gleamed in a film of water.
I relinquished my slate of isolation,
and tales of rejected love.
Instead I outstretched my fingers
to timid waves who seldom converged
deprived of crashing
I wondered if life
could thrive in a cloister
lightly idling by.
But if the feeling of life
is exhilarating death
at every waking moment,
What must it be like to feel dead?
With delicate notes of blue
in a sky of relentless grey
the waves aglow with fire
as the last light falls
I found my answer
when I plunged my hand
into the Baltic Sea
and felt my heart
Life At Every CornerAs a space clears for life
in search of another adventure,
life reappears over ancient ashes
as if reincarnating for the sole purpose of filling
When America discovered that there was more land to expand,
I encourage you to go find me a corner,
small or big,
in which life doesn't inhibit.
I zoomed into landscapes of unfamiliar places,
Baffled at this scale,
hoping to understand it,
and more so accept it.
And so my eyes spoke forbidden truth,
and it was that Space,
is made for something.
A bigger house is an open invitation
a smaller house is an overflowing home.
And so, i find myself with light bulbs enlighting over my head,
sharp and crisp cutting through my ignorance,
that my home was was not made for only me,
but an invitation to many.
The longer the space,
the bigger the spaces between us,
through these long hallways and closed rooms.
All i hear is a collision of life,
that i once thought wasn't supposed to exist,
but now i under
where has the light gone?once
the moon lived on earth
till she gathered her things
and left for the sky
her back to the earth
she was whole again
but they asked
where has the light gone?
with a smile
she turns to face them
rises and waits
no one comes.
sinks slowly towards them again
as close as possible
but still no one even glances
for no one
till she slowly turns away
withdraws into herself again
and they ask,
where has the light gone?
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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