It rained
and I felt
the dirt shift
as the water
cleansed
the rocks
we built
into homes
It rained
and I felt
the dirt shift
as the water
cleansed
the rocks
we built
into homes
I breathe
despite the minutes
you convinced me
I was choking
on a memory
filled with ash
There is darkness,
but still,
there is light,
but still,
there is space between,
even now,
even still.
I don’t believe in love,
the four letters stay still in my mind,
no dancing.
no singing.
no grand staircase leading to a dream.
Love is a cold wind on your back
as the fire burns your eyes,
Love is a tear swallowed by the ocean.
love is the silence after a yell,
the gap between stars and death,
the same phenomenon disguised by poetry.
Love is walking alone with the moon,
wondering if the car behind you
will be the last thing you see.
Love is an impossible idea,
but the most important one.
I know,
nobody hears,
nobody reads,
nobody cares,
but
I was only the part creator of this.
Now I am alone in this.
The echo left behind
from the footsteps walking away
of a collaboration turned solo,
a duo turned lonely,
an artist abandoned.
I am torn between two continents,
two cultures,
two upbringings,
two histories,
two currencies,
two ways to make a sandwich,
yet in my division,
I also stand
apart from both.
Neither is home,
neither is a stranger,
neither give me confidence
in who I am.
Is there a third,
I am yet to find,
or will I always be
hovering between worlds,
a ghost of identity.
To breathe a journey
of lost dreams,
realizing things
weren’t as they seem,
ignoring the cliche
of epiphanies
and embracing
the stay
of new themes.
A warm wind cools the chaos of winter,
leaving tears that cleanse
and make room for new.
As the sun awakens the green,
may spring awaken
the slumber in me.
Could you love me
as the clouds
love the sun,
letting her shine through
despite the storm.
No reason
to stay awake
except to
stay away
from
stories
in my mind
leaving mold
around my
eyelids,
as I try
to let go.