Poems

Winter

once more,
an opaque haze had enveloped the sky,
drowning the earth in a blanket of bleach.

for years and years,
we marched forth atop this sea of stars.

and everywhere we went,
our big brown boots
would leave a trail
of who we once were
of our little brown boots.

Winter is a Child

She was cold to the touch.

I remember the times
when I would make her laugh so hard,
that she shed her tears in white.
Sometimes she even threw her favorite white blankets at me.
White was her favorite color.

I remember the times
when we would chase after birds,
and they would fly away from us
from north to south
and south to north
and north to south
and south to north...

I remember the times
when we would play hide and seek with the bears.
We weren't any good at it.
We never found them.

The times have changed now.
The burning coals and yelling cars
have all but scared our friends away.

We can't play anymore.
We can't laugh anymore.
We can't cry anymore.

Her body lay limp.

She was cold to the touch.

reminiscent of amelioration

I live in the shoes
of the person I once wanted to be.

I thought I would be happier,
but instead I feel emptier.

I still worry about the future me,
about the person I still want to be.

But I think I should take a step back–

To appreciate the me in the moment,
To be accepting of who I am.
To be grateful for what I have accomplished,

To live once more
in the shoes
that I once wore.

the antithesis of catharsis

I want to express these emotions.

I want to let these feelings
be more than just
the butterflies
in my stomach.

I want to say so many things.
the kinds of things
that breathe life to emotions–

words.

I want to let these words
paint my very soul
with all my colors
and all my hues.

And yet, my words–

my words
could never find
their canvas.

anxiety

sometimes
you'll listen to my high notes

sometimes
you'll listen to my low notes

and sometimes
you'll listen to the beat of my voice
and the rhythm of my thoughts
and the diminuendo
of my woes

sometimes
you're not there

and that's okay

apathy

your presence
decorates my mind
and your absence
is so hard to find

but a flame
left unkindled
dwindles
away

so i persevere
in fear
that you may one day
disappear

flower

your appearance
blossoms in my presence
and is pleasing to the eyes

a lonesome soul
bounded by death
to wither away

so tragically beautiful
a gravestone of colors
in time abounded to fade
leaving my days
no longer made

remembrance

to die is to become a memory
living within the fleeting moments
drifting from thought to thought
without a place to call home
we flourish until we are forgotten
forever lost from all recollection...

i forgot to defrost my chicken

rainclouds

i wish to fall apart,
like dandelions in the breeze,
and drift away–
with wisps of wind.

i wish to collapse,
to cascade into pieces,
to shed these tears,
to descend into droplets,
and cry in peace.

firewood

with these remains,
lets tend some flames.

catch the cinder,
kindle the tinder.

we long to burn,
and await our turn.

like little lights,
against the night,

- we reignite

on roof tops

our eyes prespirate,
and with many fears,
and many tears,
we long to precipitate.

sitting on roof tops,
we fall like rain drops,

sitting on roof tops,
we fall like autumn leaves,
unaware, the life that thieves.

sitting on roof tops,
we fall like shooting stars,
and paint the sky

- with many scars

im doing ok

it is a fact
that the brain
cant maintain depression
in the face of gratitude

– so i tether the line –

seeking gratitude,
amidst all this depression.

seeking a piece of purpose,
amidst all this meaningless.

seeking something to appreciate,
amidst all this hopelessness.

– so i tether the line –

in this wasteland of gloom,
it is here–
where flowers bloom.

among us

our friends
played us

our trust
betrayed us

our braincells...

- left on hiatus

so profound

arghhghg im a fish im scary

this man is an illusion,
a construct,
a line of code in the matrix.
an enigma among enigmas.

blubblubblubblubblub im fish

i pulled a push door

tears,
but nothing to cry for

years,
yet no door to adore

bears,
but nowhere to run anymore

Unwashed Dishes

i’d like to imagine that
when we meet;
that it’d be like a single droplet,
breaking waves across the endless horizon within my soul.

from ripples
bringing forth a surge of emotions,

to tides
washing away my seas of doubts,

may this comfort subside
as i continue to abide
within your mind.

- the spoon in the sink

Down to Earth

whenever i look off that bridge,
i feel the urge to jump.

to feel the breeze,
and meet the wind.

to become one with the current,
and embrace the air.

to flutter from life,
down
to
earth.

- Autumn Leaf

Toes to the Sky

when you look up and can't see the stars,
its because they're in your eyes;

when i look down and can't see your feet,
its because they're on my mind.

✨shoegazing✨

Welcome

To Fever Dreams

by Philip Yao