The Sound of Light [The sound of light like the touch of a fairy or the crystalline rain in harmony with the pavement or the final page of a book is the sound of light.] If I Were… [If I were a pianist, I would accompany all your songs. The white and the black keys would blend together into a beautiful symphony. But I am not a pianist. Our melodies will always be apart. If I were an artist, I would trace the lines of your eyes with brilliant shades of honey gold and shiny versions of green. But it would all turn blue, weathered like a confession without shelter. If I were a dancer, I would point my toes back to the way you made me feel like I mattered. Under the bright lights, tulle would twinkle like the stars you compared me to. If I were a scientist, I would perfect the formula that encapsulates the thrill I feel. Study the way the blood rushes to my brain, when I remember how fast the charts cut off, the venn-diagram of us just two mutilated circles. I am a poet, and all I have is my pen. I write stories you’ll never see, each one a small reflection of you and me, and hope you never find out how I feel.] Ephemeral [Ephemeral moments Only fleeting when they’re gone Standing alone with you Out in the bright night sky Your touch on my wrist, Erasing the scars that precluded you The stars smiled down On that ephemeral moment Living that life together and now You only live in my memory.] Dark Seas [Life is like the dark seas Pulling me under Waves relentless. I cannot escape Its watery clutches As I sink deeper into the void I try to escape but Find I cannot swim And the lifeline They toss me Is just a weight Dragging me deeper Tangling me in its ropes As I fall Deep Into Dark Seas.] Fourteen [I remember when I used to wake up, enthused to go to school because my friends would be there and nothing could hurt me. I remember when a coke was an energy drink, dressing up was only for special occasions, and I never doubted who surrounded me. I remember when I could only dream of having a car, when I got my first job and never irrationally worried about getting fired or scolded. I remember when stress was the feeling before my next test, not the unending underlying feeling that clings to my skin like the germs I desperately try to scrub off my hands. I remember when I hung out on the weekends, planning the next time I would go out and never feeling the desperate tug to home, to my messy room and my unmade bed. I remember when therapy was something I only read about, before it had captured everyone but me. I remember when I was 14.] Playground [Cacophony is simply susurrus noises throwing a tantrum across white linoleum floors. Jealousy is only yearning playing house under a magnifying glass. I am just a small child lingering on the edges of the playground, watching from afar.]
Just wanted to share some stuff I’ve been working on :) positive feedback only pls hehe
