In the realm of artistic expression, poetry stands tall as a unique and captivating form of communication. Its power lies in its ability to distill the complexities of human experience into a few carefully chosen words, mesmerizing readers with its rhythm and imagery. In this piece, I aim to introduce you to my own poetic creations that seek to evoke a myriad of feelings and awaken the beauty within. Through my poetry, I strive to transport readers to different worlds, painting vivid landscapes with my words and inviting them to explore the depths of their own emotions. Each poem is a reflection of my innermost thoughts and experiences, crafted with the intention of leaving a lasting impact on those who engage with it. Join me on this journey as we delve into the realm of poetry together, where every line holds the potential to inspire, heal, and ignite the imagination.
IF LOVE DIES ON THE FIRST PAGE, IT WILL LIVE AGAIN ON THE LAST PAGE
After a kind life meets its end,
the soul is always reborn.
When you flip the page, the tree stands smiling from the edge,
content that it has been reborn into the literature that brings to comfort to the empty.
How lovely must a soul be to reincarnate into such beautiful thing?
The Night is Darkest Before Dawn
When it's difficult and gruesome,
I'll be there.
Just shine bright,
so that we can unite to fight for one another.
Let's sing our favorite melodies
through the dark dawn.
When it's unbearable,
don't let go of me.
I'm always there for you.
I, who stays beside you, and you, who never left me, will live our lives in light.
Alone Together
When I was searching for you
a gush of wind kept blowing in my face.
A pinwheel the size of my hand stands alone,
miserably enough to make me feel abandoned.
At that moment, it felt like I had locked eyes with myself.
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You know those days?
The days when you are sad for no reason,
the days when your body feels unusually heavy?
It seems as if everyone else except you is hustling and ambitious.
My feet wont leave the place that they have been glued to.
I'm fearful of the world.
Fearful of the click-clacking bumps that lie on my path.
My soul shrank, my mind dulled.
I tried so hard to run to the end, so fiercely.
I’ll sink in my sheets at night, thinking if it me who is at fault.
The blurry world seems clear as I look at the clock.
It will be midnight soon, just to do it all again.
As he overwaters, as he dies
You absorb the evil and burst yourself until you are left empty.
For you who deserves the world,
I want to pick up all comfort left in the world for you.
Maybe it’s out of the affection I have for you.
Maybe it’s because of your existence itself.
You made the gloomy world so bright,
so why are you so dull?
The Search for the Unknown
To be lost, it had to be in the right place at one point in the past.
So the empty part of me isn’t lost.
It’s undiscovered.
If it is undiscovered, it had to have been created in the past and been in existence since then.
So I’m essentially looking for answers buried in the past while living in the present to piece together my future reverie.
And I’m loosing who I am while doing so.
Maybe I need to forget I’m empty to live fully. But how can I when the hallow, silent void is so heavy and obnoxiously loud.