Pathos

In the name of loneliness.
We were magnets with magnified flaws, that kept returning and seeking.
But endings and beginnings are confusingly the same.
But even words that suppose to mean, lose meanings.
So we lose everything. The heart. The mind. The real.
The realm of make-believe we wanted so badly to be...

-written  2017/04/01

Pinned

trace your finger on my palm,
like you would with a map
the destination is known -
unspoken for, and not alone

dust

here is a dust of feelings in my palm

i will pocket it knowing 

that it exists again

sound -

i would tell you
that i miss the sound of your heartbeat against my own,
woven in and out like threads.

especially when i am drowned
by the sound

of my own heavy thoughts

the attic

& on an attic of sort
in stillness on the last night
somewhere i never thought we'd be
he turned and said -
"don't doubt yourself,"
as the Sao Jorge witnessed before me

tongues

you can learn many different languages

be fluent in many tongues,

yet still lose words to describe what you are feeling.

everything in between

i can never understand what goes on in a mind
simply from staring straight through darkened eyes,

maybe i am not supposed to
and maybe like many other things i have come to accept -
(however convincingly)
this is not for me.

twenty-ninth of five

dignity in the shreds,
write you letters, i will never deliver.
i am distrustful of my feelings anyway

unwrinkled

trace letters and lines
on my skin

mapping distances
& charting feelings

lit

we talked all night

about life 

and weather
under stars -
               like chandelier 

slow

Here is to
every moment,
in the confined corner
space of a room
slow dancing to inaudible songs
that speak in languages
only our hearts are capable of understanding.

spine

The spine of the book sits firmly in the middle
to hold pages of the story together.
Something firmly in the middle of me
holds my story too, 
& it holds me together as well
                                                  -but it isn't my spine.

feet

if you try to make things stay, it will grow a pair of feet and walk away.
& then you will tell yourself profusely
that what you thought was forever
did not last so long, afterall

halfhearted

i fluff my pillows 

thinking it will gather me dreams

or maybe soothe

my night wounds
but they flutter away-
anyway.

Nineteenth

How wonderful it is,

to feel tiny
& shaken a little

when you learn

that you are loved
in return.

earthly

In darkness you make the universe out of me,
but like the earth,
surely -
I will shiver
& crumble

bella luna

my candle flickers-
swooned by your beauty
la lune, ma lumière
it is no wonder
your elegance unclothe contesting hearts
to yearn in idyllic languages
of vows and desire

For every word comes from somewhere,
from places you have visited
and depth of darkness within you.

sway

here is to the softened gaze,
it goes, without saying
no words - letters and spaces
but for once i felt
the spaces between us are filled
where nothingness and something
becoming one thing.

there is static in my mind as the candle dances before me.
little things do not need words, i guess
feelings are unspoken poetries