Purple
I painted my nails purple at graduation.To match my dress.The one you never saw.The one I picked out without you.It was the first one I tried.Perhaps it was fateor luck,though I haven't known much of either.It wasn't fate that I lost you.It wasn't preordained.You chose it.And perhaps that is why it's so hard to accept that this is real.That you weren't there.And that the world goes on anyway.I'...
Past // Passed
Oh to live quietlyAs a nun devoted to her studiesLofting about time and space In the name of worshipping our saintsI’d know them all by heartAnd pray to each one each nightWhat a moonlit sightI must’ve been a nun in my past lifeA pathetic excuse for oneProbably, just too young Probably sent there to be estrangedResentment and immaturity reigned I don’t think I took it quite seriously back thenB...
The Phoenix
“You’ll understand when you have your own” she would say with a disapproving stern stareThese words defined my childhoodUnintentionally clipping my wings for my own safety she believed albeit it at times drew bloodGenerations of engrained trauma seeping so deeply that my plucked plumage would never grow back the sameAnger, fear, agony, violence, pain, and passion.These learned misguided behavio...
In your Stead
Eventually the feelingof where this elephant sits on the left side of my chest will have left Many minutes I’ve spent trying to catch my breathMemories remembered As I become flush with redThe gaping human sized hole To be replaced with all the other many things I’ve learned to love in your steadI’ll forgive and forget First you for the things in me you eclipsedThen myself for not knowing that ...
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i remember the barren earth of me,unwatered and unloved.and every precious garden that flourished long before. the ones entrusted to those who knew nothing of growing beautiful things,they who cultivated halfway promises and fleeted devotion.i remember the seeds that never grew,the unforgiving reality as imminent as the drying soil,and eager hands ripping flowers straight from my earth. i reme...
A Cup of Tragedy
When I ask my mother"Why do bad things happento good people?"she wipes the tearsfrom both of our facesand tells me this:That if I am a carving stoneTragedy is the tool which chisels awaythe unformed pieces of my lifeand changes my shape into something newI lay in bed at night, oftenwondering why my grandfatherdid all those things to usThe things we don't often speak ofThe things we try not to t...
rerun
grief works the graveyard shift, torturing me with my happiest memories the ceiling, my silver screen for the nightreminding me of what I once had, taunting me with what will never again bethis finite cache of joyful moments playing on repeat, sending waves of ache through my heart as I resign myself to the knowingthat this is all I have left of youjust one, singular reel of scenes which I wil...
“Consumarti Ossa e Tutto”
I wake up from some wild dream, pressed against your figure, smooth as porcelain in that comforting sable of an autumn dawn, as you place my palm below your breast. The waking world still mingles with the dream as we move together in magnificent mechanical motion, each muscle slowly churning in the cold, each cog meeting its perfect match, until it brings my hand to rest neatly between your thi...
Eva’s Room
Watershed poets haunt the screen,Oscar-worthy performances of scammers fortunetelling up a dream. The television breaksStatic silence floatsblue glow illuminatesexistential crises of teens at 2am -No breakdown like that of a girl at sixteen who’s mother’s face is staring back at her from a 1980s celluloid gleam. Meat freezer buzzes, white noise to our sleep paralysis. Bookshelf lined with drea...
Lazarus: An Anatomical Study
I've cheated you a thousand times A thousand by thousand ways In a thousand by thousand by thousand eternities With an eternal cavalcade of soft lipped suitors whose silken syllables Drip Drip An agonising drip of honeyed dreams Whose hook-laced tongues remain by day Who sing lullabies of a blissful infinity Words you feel within a thundering silence whose violence, whose defiance Deafens Dea...
Belief
I think we are asking the wrong question. Do you believe in God? It’s too loaded. Too vague. The name in itself poses a thousand more questions yet that is where the question ends. Do you believe in god? Question mark. Slow inhale to preface a difficult answer. But how can I answer when the question is false. Ask me this. Do you have a relationship with God? My answer is yes. I do. I believe in...
Because I’m a writer: a poem to a lost friend
Alright writer?Both a greeting and inspiration in a simple hello, to believe I had flow and allowing me to grow with your confidence. How you lifted me with two two syllable words, each greeting which spurred me on, trusting in my own competence. To use my words, so I will use my words.Joy. Passion. Love. As I read through your timeline these words I find above all others. Accompanied by kindne...
Single
Days, weeks, months, years A single thread connecting multiple rifts in time Loneliness swings it’s pendulum Back and forth Covering naive eyes with an opaque veil A heart eroded from past traumaWhere does love actually lie? In a honeysuckle meadow Or only in my mind
a winter sunrise
InexorablyShe lifts her golden headHope risingUnstoppably through darknessAnd the world meltsUnder her gazeSoftening warmthTo embrace the dayThe trees exhaleAn oxygen more openThan LoveAnd the world of winterLifts to the sky Free as a phoenixReborn
Remainders
Remain ignorant enough to wonder recklessly,and forgetful enoughto choose Love obstinately .Light enough to laugh underthe weight of living,and naive enough to think you know what kind of bird is winging.(And forthright enough to be wrong out loud time and again yetremain willing)Resolve to seek a Truth whichremains out of reach;and seek aeach day to practice, not to preach Hold tight to loved ...
How, What, When, Why
Have you ever lost someone you love?Have you felt the pain of waking up and realizing they’re not there?How do you cope?How do you live when their hourglass has run out and yours is still flowing?How can you smile when they can’t smile back?What do you do with the rest of your time?Do you grieve? Do you cry? What can you do when you’re not in the right state of mind?When does the pain ever stop...
It's Gone Now
Their village, Bridgebrook, was the only place Abigail and her friends had ever known. It was surrounded by trees and consisted of the basic needs of a small town – a grocer, a school, a gas station – but not much else. Abigail’s parents and grandparents and great-grandparents had all grown up in Bridgebook, and it was the same for everyone else who lived there, too. New people didn’t move into...
I Fear I Had Love Too Much
I fear I had love too little.That I moved too fast,And that feeling did not last.I fear that that wonderful loveWas like a shooting starIn the sky aboveAnd that it burnt up and vanishedAs soon as youAs soonAsYouSaw my deceptive wish.I fear that I did notLove you, As I said I did.
I fear I had love too much.That I dove too deep,And that feeling did not keep.I fear that I had lyrics enoughTo s...
goddess
mushrooms grow from her footsteps because she is Deathdecay follows her but illuminates the waylike a flashlight in outer space the grave of swords laid at her feetfor all that behold her set down their furynemesiscontinuumDeath
a failed exorcism
i knew as soon as i opened the door,that our home was now a haunted house.my first thought when i saw the ghost of you.was to tear into my flesh,rip out my beating heart,and try to shove it into your unmoving chest.but all i achieved from that action,was crescent moon scars on my chest,and tiny drops of my blood on my fingers,that slid down and mixed with your blood on my hands.you played dead...
Mondays, am I right?
If I die on a Monday,I hope my friends get a day off,I hope they demand the day off,Under the veil of asking,I hope they make it awkward, That they wipe away a tear,Turn the light to the bulging whites of their eyes,And choke out I can work from home,If you like?What if I die on a Monday?I might,But some shadows don’t disappear overnight,So let them have Tuesday off as well,After some pitiful a...
a cinematic goodbye
we play “goodbye yellow brick road”in the parking lot of your aunt's apartment complex.we say we’re doing it ironically,both ignoring our tears threatening to fall at the chorus.finally, you move to open the door.i wanna grab your hand, and force you to stopi want to kiss your face and release the feelings that have plagued me for years.but i just sit there as you leave, and then open my door.(...
Pieces
Your name is like a bitter fruit I cry from the thought of youI’m in piecesMy heart is in two Do you still have the piece I gave to you?You I have loved and I’ll bless you foreverI’ll try to move on but my heart whispers never I know your doneand I respect your authorityBut my heart will be for you eternally
Still Waters
How i long to live againUnaffected by substance and unhindered by thoughtLaying in a field, cold as winter or hot as summer, it makes no difference to meAslong as the breath's i take are full and deepFilling my lungs with life againExhaling out the sighs of yesterday and empty is my fleshHow i long to be born again To be one with who I AmTo be bathed in sound so every step i take is a lullaby m...
Supernova
The connection between uslike nuclear fusion to a starOur light shined bright for monthsJust to collapse into a black holeI fed oxygen into your core My own diffusing into a nebulaleft to die out All while you luminesce forevermoreSilence echos into the abyssNothing after the dust settlesDreams of that feelingI hope to come by, once againFor the Galaxy is infinite Someday we may findOur way bac...
Haunted
What is this creeping feeling?This dull, incessant pain? Slow, a paint that is peeling,Away from a house enveloped in rainIn mornings, eyes fixed on a ceiling,This dread inside has left a stain,The pipes echo a wretched squealing,From the refuse that will not drainWith pictures bright & colorful congealing,my vision, memories bustling in my brainHanging in frames with hearts annealing,The ...
Death Rattle
Although it was an open secret, because everyone knew, it was still a secret, because no one ever talked about it. The Irish town of Ballylone sat nice and fat at the bottom of a valley, surrounded by a pine forest with two hilly peaks, one on each side, sandwiching everything precious between them. The woods had grown thicker over the years. On paper, this was in the name of environmental cons...
There are no trespassers on this land.
'There are no trespassers on this land,Only lost souls.Shuhi Natenka 19.03.1911Mori West 06.12.1956Carl Handry 13.09.1973Alexi Toscan 16.06.1981Ohan Mallik 12.02.1999Listen.'
“Anya?”Something catches on the wind, eyes shut to the bitter snatches of sky I feel warmth where there was none before.“It’s not dark enough for a fire yet.”A figure catches up with me, stooping and ...
Industrial Ductable Coolers for Enhanced Factory Cooling Efficiency
In the dynamic landscape of industrial cooling solutions, the emergence of Industrial Ductable Coolers has revolutionized the way factories manage their internal climate. This article dives into the details of these advanced cooling systems, shedding light on their functionality, benefits, and the impact they have on enhancing overall factory cooling efficiency.
Importance of Cooling Efficienc...
Scorched Earth
The dry desert lands speak to me.I’ve been burned by the flames of the sun a-many,the earth would say.Rain has not visited me.Why not protect yourself from the sun,I asked the earth.There is nowhere to hide,No one to gift me shady solace.Why won’t anyone help you,I asked the earth.Because rain will not come.Why won’t rain come,I asked the earth.I know not. Ask rain for the cause of my sufferanc...
THE EGGS YOU CARRIED INSIDE YOUR MOTHER'S WOMB
I remember my grandmother's funeralI was 2?Or 3? She visited me the night beforeAfter my mother had laid out my dress and lace socksAs I laid in bed and pondered what death meant Her back facing away from the door ...
Square Shadow
You have a square shadowA hole in your headI trace the craters of your Mask, disguised under dust’s thickness What am I worth to you?What am I worth to you?For you, I’d crack open my piggy bankTo me, you’re worth all the fine china stacked up in my linen closetEnvy burns in the back of my throatHow do you give love so freely?My uvula is on fireDisappointment like acid The roof of my mouthCarved...
Out of Time, Out of Love
Out of time, out of loveI should've told you how I feltWe could've looked good togetherBut now it's too lateOut of time, out of loveI'm staring at the R.I.P headstoneWhen I should've been looking at youLaying on a warm bedBut now it's too lateOut of time, out of loveNow that you're gone, I see no beautyLiving is a burdenYou could've helpedBut now it's too lateOut of time, out of loveWithout you...
teeth marks on everything i love
if i could i’d let them eat me bones and all. i’d lay out on the dinner table raw and exposedand watch as they carve me openblood dripping from steely knives forks piercing skin, hair burning in candlelight. i’d watch as they choke on intestines,quivering thigh-meat.if i could i’d let them eat meopen myself up, and pull them into me inseparable, entangled, one
The Drama of the Ordinary
Tejas looks over his shoulder to see the everlasting hill below himAlone with the sun setting along the coast of a beachA young boy looks down from the ruins of a plane - a lost connection between new and oldA frozen moment that captures an unusually strong torrent buffeting the winds of a waterfall into a summer sunset creating rainbows and snow belowA goat grazes unaware of the beauty behind...
