Month: January 2024

Trembling gleam illuminates her silk silhouette,
like the sunrise gracing the mountain,
and a blanket over my cold body

Her warm fingertips on my skin
burn her name deep within,
flickering light shrouding our bodies:
a new world.

They blossom in spring,
vulnerable imperfections,
each flaw a snowflake conjoined made perfect.

Wild hearts bathed in delight,
dancing desires united,
locked fingers as destinies sealed
by the golden candlelight.

to be left alone
in a crowded place

a bliss or a curse
see the world spinning
while you are static
hoping to be remembered
while being passed through
I just wanted peace
not to be forgotten
but it spins too fast for me
and I'm too slow to be recalled

if you would let me
be the air you breathe in
be the soil you step on
be the pain you ache
be the rapture you desire


or suffocate me
break me beneath your feet
mock my scars, tear me apart
deprive me of your fire
 

yet I vow to be yours
but you don't, be mine

What am I, but a drink spilled?
A stepped-on bouquet after a party.

A shredded letter of a broken love.
A stained long-distance memory.

I was supposed to be a flower
but I was trampled and neglected
by the one who was to take care of me.

What am I, but a cracked glass,
unfit to hold emotions inside?
Too much for myself, too much for others.
An annoyance.

What is this? A supposed poem?
But it's me trashing words,
or am I trashing myself?