Her Words on a Canvas

do not crash out

your feelings are NOT valid

do not send that text

don't kill yourself. lock in

Spring has arrived and with it this yearly restlessness.

My heart beats faster, breaths get shallower -

as if I'm racing to some unknown destination.

Maybe I should blame the sun for rising too early in the morning

or maybe the songbirds for waking me up to see it.

Colour is flooding back as the frozen rivers thaw,

bewildering wildflowers and feeding fluffy catkins on pussy willows.

It's a crazed frenzy of a mother bringing her children back to life.

I feel small and insignificant as I observe this glorious

i wake up in the most beautiful state

i overwork it till it dulls out 

i create a reality to be pulled inside me

then i reset

let the words sit still before they’re spoken

work out some courage 

i centre it again 

i restore a new digital ego

pixel by pixel

till the thread is lapsed into real life

I'd make a playlist If it meant I could cut down on the hurt I try my best But my poetry takes all my good words And I somehow forget how to talk Saying words that come off in a way I don't mean We need to start speaking the same language It gets lost in translation Because I took French And you took Spanish And I have my masters in being an emotional wreck And take you down with me And you hand me a pass for the bus Instead of a rose Because you think that's what I want But all I ever needed Was your permission to stay Believe me, I hate me And the stunts I pull Trying to get you to understand me I say it slower You still don't get it I flip through the dictionary And realize I misunderstood your sentence We fight and hate eachother And pull away But that's not what either one of us wants We need to talk more Learn how to communicate We need to speak the same language Instead of misunderstanding love for hate

i saw the light in a mirror's gleam two souls entwined in a dance forbidden a love that echoed like a fractured dream

we painted skies with hues unseen and spoke in tongues the stars would sigh but shadows wove between our hearts a canvas marred by fate’s cruel lie

our hands reached out, a tentative grasp in a garden where the flowers wilt the truth, a ghost that lingered near a love too bright to stay unspilt

Why do we write? Why do we read?

Why lose ourselves in the echoes of others’ thoughts,

Spending countless hours chasing after ink trails,

Diving into the abyss just to feel broken enough,

So we can pick up the quill once more?

The answer is simple — we simply must.

We ache to define the nameless void within,

To grasp the weight of what words can't quite hold.

Lovers, driven to etch their devotions in written verses,

While some of us, voiceless in speech,

Find solace in the quiet language of the pages.

We write to make sense of the chaos,

To make tangible what we can never quite say aloud,

To fill the silence that lingers in the spaces between our hearts.

They yearn to caress your skin as I do, while your breasts ascend toward the heavens, Your delicate, silken flesh blushing like the first bloom of spring’s kiss. In your eyes, the shimmering depths of my soul are unveiled, With a fiery passion that ignites the very essence of my being.

If I was meant to belong in Hell,

Being able to taste the sweetness of the Angel's love

Savoring it, relishing each passing moment,

Was everything I have ever wanted to experience,

Despite the unfortunate limited time period.

I'll be looking up at the clouds,

Whether I'm alone or amongst the crowds.

Thinking of you, always, without a doubt.

I'll remember the gentle look on your face

As we wrap ourselves in each other's embrace.

I'll remember how the world goes quiet as I envelop myself in my safe space.

I'll remember how soft everything feels; you're my haven of comfort and solace.

I'll remember how every piece of you fits perfectly with mine,

Like how the sun sets on the clouds, casting a magnificent, fiery glow in your eyes,

The perfect mix of gold and orange, just how I love my sunsets and sunrises to be.

I'll remember your encouraging words,

Words that push me to go forward,

Forward, because it's the only way to go.

I'll remember the learning curves and your words,

Shaping me to become a better person,

Through all the ups and downs, I'm so thankful for your consistent love.

I'll remember the late night conversations,

The good, the bad, the wholesome, and the unsatiable hunger for one another,

The hasty (but worth) planning with you just to have a walk,

Stealing glances at you, wishing that the clock would stop.

I'll remember all our efforts to make things work,

Because making them come true is truly so worth.

From waiting for your replies to forging plans,

I don't regret every outing that we shared.

I cherish and treasure every moment with you,

As these moments are the core golden balls in my library of memories.

Summer is setting over the horizon The Sun fades from the leaves Green darkens, falling off the branches.

Autumn's cold fingers gave my heart a little squeeze. But I remember Summer's warm touch on my body. "Maybe we'll meet again next season."

But the metamorphosis of weather, however drastic or lovely, Is the reason why the same season always returns differently. Yet, there's beauty in changes.