Blog Entry Week 9 - Carving Desires~

🍦 Blog Entry Week 9 🍧

 

    Once again, another week has passed, but definitely not my poems! As promised, you, dear reader, shall get to explore what’s within the depth of my heart as I pour them out, my overflow of powerful feelings and emotions, in the form of poetry~ Please take your time~

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In the Midst of Night, Walking Alone

In you, I sense loss, grief,
and sadness.
However, you are not in despair,
but it still hurts.
I know, trust me, I know exactly
what you feel.
But just know that you are not alone.

I wish you would slow down that
lightning pace of yours, and take a moment
to smell the flowers dancing in the breeze.

I wish you wouldn’t hold back
your golden tears when your own flesh and blood
dehumanizes you.

I wish you will come to know yourself
someday, on a much deeper level,
when the sun sets and neon lights blaze,
a tiny singular room of acceptance, support,
and love, unconditional love.

But most of all,
I wish you happiness,
that you will never look back,
and always feel the warmth of the
sun’s rays on your illuminating face,
running with joy in a field of flowers,
forever.

 

 

In Solidarity

Alone, stranded in the dead of night,
or maybe in a dark room, pitch-black.
No, my eyes are closed,
because what’s the point of opening them?

Loud noises; the sound of the door being pushed to its limit,
well so am I.
The irritating intense jingling of keys
behind the locked door
always makes my heart race, pound, scream and shudder.

The glazed silence that comes after those monstrous shouts
is fresh in my mind still, never to leave.
The taste of blood piercing me,
my own flesh and blood caused me,
but still, I am the lone perpetrator leading my own demise.

We do not grow out of grief,
we grow around it, in twists and turns,
like parasitical plants, that are still and will
always be, beautiful.

Do you see now, the reason
I close my eyes?

 

     Another two of my power-packed poems, the first being on a lighter note, while the second sets a dark tone. Sounds like the simile of life in my opinion, full of paradoxes disguised as metaphors and assonance. I never knew how much I enjoyed composing poetry until I took a stand and just did it. So, if you need someone to tell you to try something new, go ahead! Next week, I shall be showcasing my flash fiction pieces. Stay tuned for more~