Winter’s Blues Crisping cold and militant windknock on my bedroom windowI’m shaking the night off my shoulders &wash away oppressive memories My hands are exanimate, my nails crumble,my eyes wander across the willowsMy heart’s still in the afterglow of last year’s spring Every time, when I lock my peevish eyesI’m still there and you’re still … Continue reading Winter's Blues
dear me, i love you & forgive you for all the times in which you felt like you had failed. i know how hard you try each day, just to stay alive. i’m so sorry there were times where you felt like you weren’t good enough. you’re so brave & strong. i’m sorry i make … Continue reading i see you
My hands are impatient. They want to write out my thoughts in words and metaphors. But my mind is still hesitant. Because, why would I want to reminisce about all the hardship, all the pain that I’ve suffered from this year? For closure, my heart whispers. I need to write it off my mind. I … Continue reading Oh, what a year…
A Poem About (His) Love I met a man, gentle as a summer breeze and sweet as honey. His hands are big enough to carry my heavy-heart and bring it to a place of calmness and serenity. His blond hair is soft, as my fingers run through it, and his eyes express compassion and love … Continue reading A Poem About (His) Love
I woke up in October and I let you go Continue reading I woke up in October and I let him go
This angelic creature was tortured by demonic thoughts. He could not escape, as he laid there in his unmade bed, in complete silence. There was an empty bottle of rum besides his matress and a few unopened letters. The air in the room was dirty and I could smell a scent of unwashed laundry. There … Continue reading Silence.
Sometimes I forget to be proud of myself. I’ve been so hard on myself ever since the day I was born. Always striving for perfection, feeling guilty when resting & feeling like I’ve never done enough, like I never tried hard enough. But God, how hard I tried, how hard I try, every day again. … Continue reading Proud