finally

┬┴┬┴┤┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈├┬┴┬┴ Finally as I have learned to let go of your hand, the garland of violets that curl in my lap remind me of the curly locks your lovely crown adorns, my sweet King. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Finally as I have learned to not look for those sage and cinnamon eyes, their memory still reflects the shimmering…

Darlin’ 愛してる

The solemn and relentless tattooing of the rain against the roof, seems distant with the doors and windows shut close. I was waiting for this season, wondering if the heavens could kiss your cheek for me. Blurred people, I saw, outside these windows and I searched for you when you were right next to me….

─on sanity

────────｢ ミ☆ ｣────────⠀ What is `Insanity`? Is it not a subjective term? Who decides what is `sane` and what is `insane`? To the person who is `insane` by your standards, they are the `sane` one, while everyone else is `insane`?We are `sane` because we have an acceptable amount of `insanity`? Who decides that? How is…

─on writing

────────｢ ミ☆ ｣────────⠀ Whether it is a poem or a short story or even an Alternate Universe fan fiction or just an simple Amino post:Writing is rightfully an art form. Because not only does a writer convey their emotions through their words but also speak in the language of their soul. The pages of a…

nodus tollens

the constant drumming of your heartthunders like a wild beast in its cage,demanding to be set free from its eternal prison in your body. and your body shudders incessantly as your breaths that come in calculated thumps.the empty ache by your navel coils itself in ways never dreamed by the contorting snake that resides within…

my constant companion

my constant companion is a silent onehis visits are confined to the darkeyes piercing white through the cloak of black that drapes over my room. my constant companion is a loyal oneevery night he sits on the desk by my bedthough he doesn’t finish my essays, he watches me sleep: my knight, who’d saveme from…

my yellow

“ You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.“ Jalaluddin Muhammad Rumi soft words, warm eyes, strong armshe taught me selflessness in a songmy friend, lover and dream he wasand I thought we’d be until the very endbut as I stood on the edge of my collapsehis warm hands gave me my final…

unapologetically me

And I’ll be a me, that is me; not the pleaser, not the same; To see who stays and who leaves when I’m something far more real To see who will be the first to accuse and point fingers at my capacity to love And to show that my soul to me is far more…

fortuity

lazy drags of fingernails tapping against a book’s spinea hand moving in circles over the fabric that clings to your thighand I wonder what trails they could leavelike searing fire between my seams.your gaze lifts catching a gasp from my lipspiercing and haunting, in them, reflecting my lust and it’s live insatiate dance.and I wish…

my lovely moon

Lamenting poets wrote their endless wail, In long letters to the moon. As clouds pass in their vapoury sail, On that lovely night in June. She shines her silvery smiles, Through glistening ghosts of a cloudy veil– All lies, to hide her loneliness, Across her face pale. Surrounded by this sea of stars With a…