How could you let your inner chaos spill and ruin what we have created here. From fragments of ourselves cut to pieces, our nail draws and our blood smears the intimacy we once had— forever lost? We still cling to something that isn’t there hoping to find a reason and another cause and go back from the beginning and be bared, be stripped back from all the lies and pain that was brought by mistrusts and blames. Foundation built for years was demolished. Now, debris are falling on our dented shield. How could we both let it get this far? Is there anyway to salvage this love of ours?
Colors leaking outside of me, a once active imagination now unable to see and create tales as lively as before, I now live inside a dying world with a dried up source never knowing when it will replenish or should I just accept that soon every story inside of me will somehow perish?
To all the things I never said out loud, the ones I spent daydreaming about. I put in a box and no one knows. It’s in my chest and it’s always close. It’s in the coffin I buried and nailed— it’s the heavy breath I deeply exhale. I do not know how it still follows me, the regrets, the failed fantasies— all of it will eventually die with me.
Hello everyone, I meant to write a more profound blog post but I decided to write some short series of poetry consisting of four lines because it’s easier and more fun to write lol. It’s quite a challenge to write everything you wanted to say with just four lines. I enjoyed writing these at the same time it shows what’s currently in my mind these days.
Emotions that you keep so much inside that nobody else knows about. People who carelessly throw mean words will come back to them and haunt them. The feeling of emptiness that you try to fill up with senseless and sometimes harmful stuff will never be enough. Finding your true desire besides working in an 8 hour job. And not wanting the things that society tells us to have.
These are five stories that I tried to sum up with 4 lines.
Overflowing emotions and feelings. I’m spilling drops barely keeping it in, created a puddle I’m trying to clean others might slip but it was never seen.
“PEOPLE WILL REMEMBER HOW YOU SPEAK TO THEM”
You are spitting acid all over, burning others even with covers. Now, you’re dripping blood. Hear their voices— they’re glad.
“FOOD WILL NOT FILL YOU UP”
Stuff yourself with everything in your fridge but you’ll never fill up the void inside of you when your mind’s thoughts are in a cage and when your heart’s color is just blue.
“IT’S WHAT YOU DO AFTER 5PM THAT MATTERS”
Exerting efforts to someone else’s goals but feels exhausted to work on yours. It’s the things you do after eight hours, there you’ll find the true desire of your soul.
“IT’S OKAY TO NOT WANT ‘NORMAL’ THINGS”
People keep telling you to do things; get a job, find someone, have kids but do you really want to have these or the society pressures you to do it?