The sky is lit up from within
even though it's 8 P.M.
Glowing like my nightlamp
during my bedtime reads.
Not dark enough
that I can see the silhouettes
of the birds heading home
or they might really be bats
rushing to their midnight revel.
It has been smelling of rain for hours
thought I feel the soft caress of the drops only now.
I wish I could call the low rumble of thunder
a lullaby
But lightening after dark always cause
a slight temor in my chest
Ever since that close call
one summer night.
The weeping clouds
sometimes a warning
sometimes a small smile
on a face looking
up,
up,
up
peering down into the atmosphere.
Asides
Worthiness
Clothes spilling over the edges of my bed, My closet, skin peeled open, showing the world her secrets And mine. Buried beneath nights of dreaming and broken jewellery, Hidden under my bright scarves and a thread of hope That all the stories and poems I've Written in the dark Spilling and scratching Ink and graphite On papers and scraps Despair. Longing. Love. Would all come to light Just as sure as the Earth's gravity anchors me to the mud And the slight tug of the moon, all the way across Vast oceans of space, causing the water to rise and fall Like my chest as I breathe. Will these letters ever spell anything as beautiful As the beauty I witness? My mind in a tumult. But my heart beats steady. I am worth the universe.
Blackhole
There are things I whisper to the darkness. They never leave my lips, but their echoes twirl and trail sparks up my soul. Fleeting. Ephemeral. Filling up the void where even light doesn't dare to exist. Yet, my dreams have found a home in that starless night. Daring to live. Daring to hope.
Humanity: A Tragedy
Spinning through the void of the universe, A rock filled to the brim with creatures. A miracle. An oddity. The product of infinite events that Happened just right. Swimming along the ocean of life, Blessed to live without strife. Evolution. Progression. Yet we aim to crash, burn and destroy Our only home. Sprinting across the race of time, Doing anything to win, even crime. Greed. Jealousy. Corruption within nations, families and Even our souls. Searching within the folds of our galaxy For another habitable planet reality. Desperate. Hopeless. As we continue to not preserve what We already own. So all I have to say Is to someday Realize we are the ones who have to make way To save our future and last another day. Stop our selfishness and sway Everyone around us to repay The things we took for granted, okay? Otherwise, we’ll witness doomsday.
Gasping For Air
Each time you open a book and read it,
A tree smiles knowing there’s life after death.
This quote always reminded me of how fickle a thing life is.
It can slip through your fingers in an instant.
It leaves you barely grasping at its fraying edges.
And sometimes, all you want to do is let go.
Fall. Fly. Be free.
But I realized that books were there for a reason.
They are there for those of us who desperately need to lose themselves for at least a little while.
I didn’t know you could drown in books.
But then, here I am, willing to die in its swirling waters
Every time I leave the story and a part of my soul behind,
(Yes, like Voldemort)
I get sucked into the vortex of another world, another tale, another dream.
Maybe the reason why, is that the life I am actually in seems so insignificant in contrast with the others I’ve lived.
Maybe, that’s why…
Taking On The World Within
There’s this fluttering I feel inside me.
But the city I live in my head,
Doesn’t seem to be able to escape into ink and paper,
I never seem to be able to let the words flow from within.
Is it fear? Worry? I know not.
But this year. I’m hoping to see a change.
I’ve got a story to tell.
And nothing is going to stop me. Not even myself.
I’ve got my wits and my dreams.
I’m going to take on the world!
