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gravity owns you
The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I’m heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn’t know to embrace each other, parts couldn’t fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot […]
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a whispered chord, no progression
I built my nest in a sand clock; safest haven, highest treetops.I took a gamble on this tall branch — maybe it’ll hold. I don’t remember where came the first cracks, how immaculate glass stained. what stone made the first ripple on the river as she slept. eternities starving on my lap one of them […]
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Time, again..
I am but a child, a daughter terrified I am fairly small yet I cannot hide I watch the stars high up in the sky As they all go out one by one The night keeps getting colder The days are no longer The Darkness has won I cannot see Where you are My love; […]
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Prunelle ♥
Une à une les étoiles abandonnent le ciel. La lumière mensongère bientôt deviendra poussière, Rien n’est plus sûr que le futur daté d’hier Et la promesse de l’obscurité éternelle. Je compte sur mes doigts les dernières étincelles, Et contre le froid, la lutte sempiternelle, Je protège derrière moi des vestiges, des récits, Et je chante […]
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A stranger’s attic | a poem
There is a room, so dark and lonely, One I’ve never been or even seen. The way up to it, safely concealed, Guarded by the phantom in my dreams. There in the room, so dark, so lonely, Sit all my dreams, my heart, my family; Gathering dust, feeding the misery. Yet it’s no more where […]
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The Sad Butterflies | poem
What isn’t real cannot hurt meBut nothing is less real than RealityYet each day it destroys me,Each day it destroys me… Nothing feels as real as this misery ;I can feel them buzzing inside of meWith wings made of painful memories,Wings pulled by rotten strings. Oh, here they come, the sad butterflies,Waking up the storms […]
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A different kind of light | poem
Happiness has always felt to me Like a meaningless thing to chase Some say it is the place to be Others that it’s out of this world I say it is a lie that you sell to a bird That you have trapped inside a cage. I have never been a believer Of Happiness as […]