When the ice melts,
will you still be here?
When the fog lifts,
will you still be clear?
Tag: donnavelasco
Empty Phrases
I don’t have any words
left to stain
these pages.
I don’t have any hearts
left to give
to strangers.
I don’t have what I need
to finish
this story.
I don’t have anything
except
these empty phrases.
Retrieve
I am on a journey
to fall in love
with words once more,
to see each letter
as never before,
to sleep in poetry
and wake in dreams,
I am on a journey
to retrieve my beliefs.
Temporary
This temporary moon
lights the fickle sky as
a sad, familiar tune
fills the air nearby.
A Terrible Thing
It is a terrible thing to be so lost that not moving seems to be the safest choice. It is a terrible thing to be so still that life passes you faster than you hear your own voice. It is a terrible thing, yes, but terrible things have been conquered before.
Destroy
I break all that I touch;
what my fingers linger on,
collapses within itself.
My voice is a blade,
ripping through fabric around me:
A deafening noise.
I shall retreat into myself,
in hopes to destroy what destroy;
A strange phenomenon:
Kill what is yours
to smother what is within.
Over a City
The moon waves over the city,
her lights glowing back,
telling an old story of glory
that grew where history sat.
Waiting for a change in air,
a new breathe to be believed.
The moon waves over the city,
her lights fading back.
Layers
Yesterday I wandered through a
forgotten corridor of my mind.
I left a trail of fingerprints in the
dust: A symbol of the layers ignored.
In a Place
I lived in a place once
full with ghosts
of haunted words
stuck on each soul.
I lived in a place twice
where being human did not
count as a reason
to feel.
I lived in a place
where a state of
secrecy ruled.
I lived,
I left,
I carry it now.
I live in a place
full with ghosts
of haunted words
stuck on my soul.
Try
I try to find words
but instead
I find a purge
of every feeling
I thought I knew,
but feelings aren’t thoughts
and thoughts are what brought
this silence to my ink.