One of the few things in life that are definite, is my hope that our time together is infinite. Here’s to this life and the next, love.
What if here is neither time nor place,
But a promise?
I promise you rustled bed sheets upon awakening,
And a place to rest your tired eyes
When the sun dips beneath the marmalade horizon.
I promise you warm coffee and tea
On the mornings the sun rises before the alcohol fades,
And a safe space to place your silence
When you find yourself an impostor in your own heart.
I promise you gentle words, no; I promise you gentle poetry
When you need a reminder of how beautiful your smile
Rests upon my eyes.
I promise you a love worth holding and a life worth living.
I promise you here.
“Love you.Delete that.”,he texted.
“What kind of love asks you to forget ? What kind of love asks you to leave ?”,she was curious.
But she watched him leave,silently.She knew deep down,he would never turn back.
《 The day magnolias bloomed 》
I think we should be given the privilege to know when it’s going to end.If there was such a thing,we would always try our best no matter what.We would always know that since it’s going to end anyway,it’s better to try our best and never leave with regrets.
The fact that there are no heads-up before the ending~does that make ending beautiful ? Or do we end up getting more scars ? ☆
shower me with sparks of rage
burn me into metal
engrave my name on solid stone
as if i’m something special
The night has come
and here I am crying
all about those things
that reminds me of you.
Semjase 9: 50
Hold me while I sing to the skies
filled with stars, love me while I
draw our hearts together and kiss me
just like the Jupiter storm.
Semjase 9: 46
I will give you all the light
you need and I will sincerely
promised that you won’t be in
the darkness like you went
before my love.
Semjase 9: 28
His poems brings her
the entire universe
and with that she
finally found home.
Semjase 9: 37
spent matchstick dragging on life
already burnt but still pretending
destiny’s flashing purpose deserved
moping around with your head in limbo
in charcoal essence worthlessly spay
unuseful again but rebending to try
evermore curs’d to accept having been
how can you ever make real the dream
you still haven’t dared to give up
when all of the arrows in your favor
are pointing in the direction of NO
[American Sentence x2]
Photo by Kim Seng
As I eye a child pet in tow behind a mother towing pet pains. As the sun sets ever framing wolf ears and kitten dreams. As I wrap us up in arms built for labors of our love. As I sleep in a garden of answers. As I wake on the hearth of question. As the tall trees bend in ancient breezes. As you heal a wounded distance. As the stars. As I tend our hopeful flame. As I wonder what you think. As time’s tides erode the fear of closer. As we’re older. As we both emerge in our heart’s light fare. As we both one day wake and whisper you’re the one to the same dawing air. As we our new forgivenesses share. As I catch you when your mother doesn’t care. As we smiling crying run to face it where our true commitment reigns the wild cat family pride and lair. As a chalk drawn dinosaur roars but fights fair. As we hold our simple hands. As she grows I want to be there. As we die one day. As I see you like no other. As protection. As I breathe you still deep sorceress rare. As you hear me in my private prayer. As we grow and say I do with care. As we marry. As your eyes. As I love you. As I love you. As repair. As repair.
I don’t know how to love. I don’t onow how people love. And how love makes them feel complete and feel wanted. All my life I’ve tried to discover what it is like but to no avail. And then I thought I was in love with you. Maybe I had always been. Since the first I saw you. But I’m positive you don’t want me. You already have someone else and I’m just a story in the background. God, I was never the person to be just an insignificant speck or to be just an decoration on your dashboard. I hate being that. And so I’m convincing myself I no longer love you or maybe I never did. Or that I’m not good enough for you. God. It’s draining so much of my energy pretending everyday that it’s fine the way it is.
Someone told me you are lucky because I have so much passion for you. The passion that reflects in love. What passion!? I ask myself, I feel nothing but numbness and a sinking heart.
I’m trying to unlove you.
I’ll succeed. I always have.
In trying to unlove you.
I stand in the fire
its cleansing flame
absolves me of guilt
leaving only a
of my sins
I often wish that
I can take back
of my failure
to undo the chains
which bound me
cannot be broken
Fingers glide, touching small spheres
in the hopes that words come to the
A red line underneath , if it does not fit.
Throw it back, find another.
Bait the hook with sweat in an air conditioned room.
Of breath that reeks of late night pizza.
Come now little words float up to the surface of my mind.
Caught upon a rusty hook
so that I may share my catch for the day.
The wind is witnessing our story and is carrying with it,all the moments of happiness that we share today.After a really long time,if we start forgetting these days,I hope the wind can tell us these stories.Let’s listen to it,as if it was a story unknown to us and fall in love with each other,again.🌹
《 The wind blows and we fall in love again 》
i like to sink
every little bit
every little day
into the abyss.
i make myself swim
while the bubbles from my mouth
desperately climb to the surface
screaming down at me to go
my limbs sting,
my lungs bleed
and my brain falls asleep.
but then i have to go back:
my mom calls me,
or my friend shakes me awake
with a new problem
or my job makes me forget that i hate every little detail about myself
or a student hugs me.
i go sinking
almost every night,
luckily something always pulls me back to the surface.