Hello, everyone. It’s been awhile since i posted my first Short Pieces. Here’s the second one. I know it gets boring that post my poems only, but i promise an essay to come! I hope this will bring you a freckle of warmness in the midst of whatever chaos you’re struggling.
Stay safe and sane,
L
Spring Requiem
I can feel Spring at the tip of my toe, splinter in the bushes, its hidden woe.
Every now and then I’d sit in the porch jaded, faded.
Morning comes faster as our nights befriending dark matter,
nightmares are dropped,
our sweet dreams are robbed.
Damp pillowcases dotted with drops of worry.
I scoop happiness in my warm palms, it evaporates into tears.
Sometimes, spring and all the changing seasons chuckled at me, muttering ‘when’
To which i reply,
until i bloom again under the powdery sunlight,
or dancing barefoot in the frostbite.
Ja Mata
Padi field cleaved a way, to piles of boxes and stacking luggage and two somber faces.
You said you’ll write me everyday.
Wind billowed up our koinobori,
Above our houses, where we used to traced clouds and screamed to the sky.
Two continents apart, i’m here in the land of rising sun, You’re there, in the kingdom that hails the queen everlastingly.
Oldman says there is no good in goodbye,
Which is why we’re not saying goodbye,
When the first petal of cherry blossom touches the ground,
soon, you’ll be around.
See you later.
A
You felt like a fear, felt like open sea of candor. You taste like two table spoons of sugar rush, like milk and butter, like popsicle’s drip on a hot day of summer.
Other times with you, love is like fireballs in my palms, crusting my skin, tingling.
It felt like a swirl of blood when i chew the inside of my cheek, Bursting, relentless.
It felt like a puff of wind that get stuck in my hair when i roll down my car window. Relieving.
You looked like words i crated to myself, afraid of forming an obvious beauty that others might steal,
for one long last poetry.
