there are the nights no one speaks of

devoid of light

while you are somehow

equally

just as empty.

she dances on ice

ice so thin

her so frail

if she falls through

there's no one to catch her

but the icy water.

don't give up on me

no matter what they say

see the light they try so hard to see

rescue my ember from its shadows

it eats me up

it does

do you see the me

only i seem to see?

the forgotten one.

remember?

please

don't

give up

on

me.

#poetry #poems

It’s disappearing. A little colder now, I suppose. Every trace of wind that whistles past my skin brings a hint of summer that’s fading. And it makes me so afraid because it reminds me that -

You’re fading too.

I can’t seem to remember why, how, or even where - the slivers of time seem to slip past my fingers and swirl around me as if in mockery -

If my memory used to be the only guarantee that you ever existed, then now, the only thing left is the throbbing sensation in my chest whenever the thought of you being just a figment of my imagination flickers past my mind.

I don’t know who you are

what your name is

where you’re from -

But I think I know that

I loved you.

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the colours swirl

but the world is going into monochrome

they tell me that I’m the one dreaming

but I seem to be the only one awake.

summer slips silently away

colours that have brightened my days do too

will

you?

you still owe me a goodbye, after all.

#poetry

hold on

maybe just a little bit longer

even if it hurts

i know your fingers are bleeding

but so is my heart

Do you hear me in the silence of the night

the silence so gentle

yet so oppressive.

It pushes onto you

like a ten-ton weight

it swallows you

until you can barely breathe.

When it is the corner

I find most comfort in

not the moonlight

nor the unending breaths.

Do you hear me in the silence of the night

when my throat wants to scream

my tears want to overflow

but

when i am too afraid

To break the silence.

I am screaming

but no one hears my name

standing

but no one sees me

been waiting

but no one ever comes.

dear teacher 

i would like - appreciate - love 

if you actually cared. 

i would put in the effort 

you don't see

in my unsatisfactory work. 

yes I find it unsatisfactory too; 

Yes, even I. 

It sickens me - disgusts me 

That such work was created by me

A beautiful mold

Ruined by me. 

Teacher I am tearing up my pieces

Crushing my artworks

Burning my treasures 

Because there's no one to read them. 

And eventually, 

They'll run out. 

I'll lose interest

Stray away

Take up something that isn't this

And the world would have lost a talent. 

dear world - teacher - whoever

there's someone waiting for you to see the light that others don't see. 

don't know why

think i'm drunk

but maybe not

intoxication makes you forget things. 

though i still remember

that you aren't here

and you never will be

don't know why

think i'm drunk

but either way

i miss you.

yeah, a drunken man says that he misses you. 

funny, isn't it?

and the three words i never managed to say

i love you. 

intoxication does many things to you.

cowardice to courage.

if only i were drunk on the day you left