There’s an emptiness inside me
That makes me hollow
But takes up space.
It crushes me internally,
Takes away my hunger
And doesn’t let me breathe.
I have to force my lungs
To take in the air
Like I’m mouth-feeding my inner child.
But all I take in
Is pain
that keeps me empty.
But then I find you again.
I feel your presence,
Even though we don’t belong
To each-other anymore
And I feel the colors
of your soul,
Even tho you don’t want me
Around anymore.
And then You look at me
Like I have never held you
And You speak to me
Like I’ve never heard you sing
And that pain fills me
But at least I’m not hollow
Anymore.
I loved my make up today
My yellow concealer blended mighty well
At least it didn't turn out gray
Don't forget to draw water from the well
I kissed his fist so hard today
I smiled as I touched my bleeding lip
I admired the color in the mirror
I begged the heavens for this day
His artwork has no error
At least he touched me
ME
I won't forget to draw water from the well
The green and purple looked good today
I'm thinking of having the pattern tatted
Stencil huh
My mother chased me away
I don't think she liked the tattoo idea
As long as I remain the perfect canvas
I will draw water from the well
For as long as I live,
no matter how far I wander -
through loss, through battle,
through tears, through fire,
through every place I have drowned
and every road I have run -
I will always find my way back to you.
she had the dress
the ring
the future
she had dreamt what their life would look like
a house filled with laughter
and beautiful memories
and suddenly the future she spent years imagining
because something she had to grieve
she never walked down the aisle
she never heard him say I do
she became a woman
who grieved not for him
but the woman
she was supposed to become
COLD MERCY
frost in his eyes, choosing separation, dancing alone
I fold my fingers round the silent spine,
feeling the tender threat of invisible teeth.
A subtle needle nips beneath the skin,
drawing a solitary, shining seam of crimson.
That dark droplet slowly drags its weight,
a ruby tear trembling on immaculate ivory.
It bleeds into the delicate, velvet veins,
staining the pale bloom with a quiet, scarlet ache.
Held high against the gathering shade,
surrendering its soft, porcelain secrecy -
a single white rose,
forever marked by the hands that cherished it.
I part petals
like quiet psalms.
I hear these hibiscus hymns
pressed to the pulse of morning,
where colour hums
in crimson breath,
and the wind
remembers my name.
It comes unbidden.
The song my soul never seeks,
it finds me anyway,
threaded through my ribs.
A tremor beneath my thoughts,
an ache
I cannot unlearn.
I feel
a violin verse
between venom and Venus,
drawing its bow
through my silence.
Each note,
a kiss.
Each chord,
a wound.
I taste love
dripping with poison.
I feel beauty’s sting
like truth.
And still
it rises in me.
The chorus a poet bleeds
restless,
unstillable,
moving in tides
of ink and ache.
A refrain
carved deep in my marrow,
learning the language
of my silence,
singing me open
again.
And again.
Until
I am lifted
beyond breath.
I kissed
an opera octave—
full-throated,
trembling,
infinite.
And in that surrender,
my heart,
no longer silent,
becomes
the hymn itself.
The joy of fervent freedom suffuses my sky,
enraptured heart’s allured songbird soars high,
glides in the spring-rippled amorous air,
carries your fleeting jasmine flair.
No one sings the song of lonesome yearning,
for the thunder storm of strife surges in
from the illusive horizon receding to obscurity,
the wrench of desertion crushes my ecstasy.
The crippled bird folds the wings curled,
like the withered flower painfully unfurled.
Mangled mind endures the pangs of isolation
in the ruined nest made of twigs of emotion.
The wilted petals dislodge from the floral fold
as the snow storm blows winds of desertion cold.
The devout flower finds the dreams in debris,
in the rustle of leaves its sigh subsides weary.
Radiance of the spent sun sets with a lonely creep,
an impaled bird loses its course in blue deep
of the far away sky not yet flown.
The pain of broken heart feels like black cat moan.
(Inspired by Glenn Hudges' song Black Cat Moan)
In the mists of your eyes, I find myself lost,
Oh! To love thee, I have to pay a huge cost,
To be with you, with my family, break ties,
I find myself lost in the mists of your eyes,
To never see them again, is that fair chance?
Because lifelong I wish to, with you, romance
Does loving you have to be with so much pain?
Is that fair chance to never see them again?
Still, I'll follow you to the end of the earth,
In my eyes, our love is more than that much worth,
Promise me, my dear, that you'll always stay true,
To the end of the earth, still, I'll follow you,
You are my breathtakingly beautiful light,
My day starts with you and ends with you at night,
Together, we can touch the brightest, farthest star,
My breathtakingly beautiful light, you are,
Today, I bid goodbye to my family,
Let's make our own ever after happily,
I can face anything as long as you're nigh,
To my family, today, I bid goodbye.
Fair lady, look down, see me in this hole,
beaten by a creature to be dreaded,
this ill-made, unsightly, disfigured, troll,
conquered by a monster many-headed.
The moment mother screamed and I was born,
the beast's heads stared upon me filled with hate.
I pared an ugly one that was called scorn,
and left home when I could to meet my fate.
Looming precariously from above,
the brute left me here in my final hour,
delivering dire blows - first pain, then love.
Dear lady, please place a futile flower
as I bid farewell to the woe and strife,
and the monster, now dead, but once called life.
They call me leaf;
My life is brief;
The wind's stolen a kiss from me like a thief;
The nightingales sing as a new spring's coming;
A season where there's no place for grief;
The sun shines again after a hard winter,
And the sound of the rain helps my pain to relief;
My scars recover when I smell flowers;
When I dance with you in spring showers;
The lightnings tear the heart of the cloud;
They cry so sad, roaring too loud.
The sky's singing a song called rain;
It reminds me of our love,
A love mixed with pain.
Only, only. Just touch, let me love you
Let, let me. Where is your hidden life?
Oh, oh, where? I can not find it outside
I want you. As my sister, a perfect soul
Please, give your hand, heart, and drive
And cover me with love, against the down
Yes. Yes. Please, understand me. A devil
A devil mind, created by humans, in this life
Yeah, but I apologise, I love people, so you
A demon. I offer you my demonic life. Style
Be poison in my heart. Kill. My soul is life
Come, come and fill with your will. Our life
Give life, emotions, love, and heart. For dry
Understand my burning? Need water for life
My tears aren’t enough. Dried all at my past
Please, give your heart. I know you are hard
I want to feel. I am an ice. Give me radiation
Give, let me burn to die. I can’t live. A satan
But life was created for a saint. Hmm. Human
Just a mortal. A naive person. A changed life
Dead. Still waiting for the true life. The true
The truth. The True Love
The truth. Demonic love
Be love, chance, love
Love you
Love you
Be pain
Mine
Kill
Heart
Pain in my heart
Love doesn’t bother me. Never. I am afraid
My demonic life is sensitive, frozen in heart
No, can’t live this—horrific everything. Lady
Poison. I want to be healthy. Stay, be a pain
Lady. Woman. My suffering heart. No need
You are a criminal. My walk. Wood. Hoped
I need ice. From your heart. Just a touch
I apologise, just, field, past, hope, our life
Life, I needed. Put me in the dark. Death
Best life. Be a shadow. A dropped. A pain
My dark. Just be. Our existence. The night
Hoped. Hoped. The hands, the hugs. Heart
I can’t stand
Can’t
Can’t
To live
I am sorry
For you
Without
Hmm
Pain in my heart
Still loving you
There is a pain within the soul
that far exceeds the body's pain.
An ache no mortal can console
except by love’s return again.
When love and all its warmth depart,
how chill and dark the vacancy,
how pitiful the trampled heart,
how empty the unloved can be.
My Heart Is A Secret Garden,
where love and pain live and hide.
Love finds pretty flowers blooming,
as the bright sun peeks over the hill.
The love that fills my heart and soul,
coming from the many who love me,
The pain from the rose thorns that prick my being,
from those who want to hurt me.
Oh yes, my heart is a a secret garden,
exploring life and what it has to give.
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