Your eyes carry every hope and every dream I’ve ever had. I can’t look at you, I’m scared that if I meet your gaze, I’ll surrender again. I worry that I’ll realise that ever since the first time, My eyes made contact with yours, My heart was never mine again. And more than anything, I’m terrified,...Read more
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I'm laying on my bed thinking about the right words for a love letter I won't send. I'm a blushing red mess, it's all in my head. Knowing you'd toy with me around your friends. The pen never touches the paper, some drops stain it. They're not ink black, they're wet and blue, just like my tears wh...Read more
love has struck me like a dumb drunkard. how dare you throw filthy fists at me when all i've fed you is my tenderness!
I still keep your birthday on my phone. It buzzes every year like a doorbell to a house that burned down. I don’t answer. I don’t delete it either. Some graves you have to tend, even when you dig them yourself. Your sweater still lives in my closet. I don’t wear it. I don’t throw it out. ...Read more
Mini heart attacks When heart runs fast from the soul It feels like death When the foot slips from stairs It feels like I have just touched death When mom calls and says I have to talk to you When elbow hits the door When your teacher stares at you it feels like a death stare All are mini he...Read more
When the heart feels the red, Let it dwell in it, beat with it. Doesn't matter if it's the red of love, Or the red of rage. Doesn't matter if it's the red that leaves you maimed. Beat with it. Bleed with it. When the heart feels the black, Let it not dwell in it, skip that beat. Doesn't matter i...Read more
When the heart calms not flutters Lowering lids to a moon's crescent. As the muscles hold no tension and the words speak loud enough to discard volume's purpose. Having no taboos for their own. When curiosity is as soft as the lamplight you read under quietly, while answering all my questions. ...Read more
When the heart Calls a ceasefire And refuses to pump grief Into your veins Let the chest go quiet Let the blood forget its old orders Stop running to meet a world that bleeds you Stop answering every wound Forget love, forget hate, just once Let the body be empty and honest Let...Read more
When the heart A symbolic shape So simple in its form and grace Is removed from its space That place it once inhabited Quickly fills with ill will Dark desire spark the fire Hate fans the flames Melting goodness into a molten mass To fill the mold which form The heartless humans of this world
When the morning calls, Sweat-soggy pillow underneath A bare scalp, Fugue-state shaved in the shower, I dress myself, Cinch a necktie like a Q-collar To protect my head From the concussive rememberances That besiege my chest. When the heart is fond, It rampages through the body, Even after it's hur...Read more
When the heart wills, Bones surrender Their might And lower themselves To its rhythm.
When the heart stops being a heart, when it just wouldn't, because it happens sometimes and there's no actual diagnosis even though the doctors tried and your friends tried even harder, when it cannot anymore hear the music or smell the parsley, when it refuses to touch the food or come out of the ...Read more
Read this poem titled, 'When the Heart' with us. When the heart is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it Let the wound lie open Let the wind From the good old sea blow in To bathe the wound with salt And let it sting Let a stray dog lick it Let a bird lean in the hole and sing A simpl...Read more