dandelion.

“How is it that you’re so strong?”
A laugh escapes my lips
dancing like a wisp

A hundred eyes watch me
a thousand hands reach
reach

I wish I was a dandelion
blown into an invisible draft
free to run, to fly

a soaring bird, never ever
putting a foot down onto the lush,
plentiful earth.

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A stroll by the sidewalk
in the cold
afternoon sun

A pinch in my sides
in my feet
it hurts.

Involuntary muscle contraction
that’s what it feels like to be
with you

A painful squeeze in my chest
and my heart freezes
hot ice

If this was meant for me
why
does it hurt so much?

 

Paper plane

It was always
hard to pin you down

Your footsteps
like a needle in a haystack.

With your arms
outstretched to the sky,

my world inevitably, fell
into yours

with the force of gravity, with a blink
of seasons.

Honey lips

One last word
One last moment
you said

your breath painting
a spectrum of fireworks
in the dark, dark sky.

Your lips brushed
mine
like morning dew

with a hint of day
and the brilliance of
stars
of honey.

Will you

Stand,
for what calls upon us,
for the ones deemed less;

heed
this call to arms,
this call from the heart;

Rejoice
under the starry skies
brothers and sisters alike;

At
this rekindled fire,
that burns through the dark night.

Long ago;

I dreamt of old leaves and these huge, towering trees. The smell of rotting wood, sap and fertile soil mixed with the cool winds from the west.

A raven soared in the overhead canopy. Its wings were jet black with a sheen of silver. The cool air brushed against my skin, its touch chilly, and I took in the rich greenery of an everlasting haven.

“I’ll show you something.”

A mischievous glimmer shone in your amber orbs. Grinning, you ran from the base of one tree to the top of a moss-covered rock. It jutted out from the earth like the invasion of a wisdom tooth.

And there you were.

You flipped through the air like an elegant elf, twirling and flipping as the air carried you in its embrace. Your brown, short-cropped hair formed gentle, silk-like waves, your angled features serene in movement.

My breath hitched, caught like a hiccup.

There, was beauty in its entirety.

Then you were gone and I was alone, trapped in the emerald paradise.

Haunted.

Oh little one,
why didn’t you flee?
Why didn’t you let your legs
carry you far and free?

Oh little one,
keep running, don’t look back–
Remember my golden curls in all its glory,
not this bloodied, lifeless wreck.

Oh little one,
’tis is a rough and gravelled road.
“Take the road less traveled,” they said
Ha! It has stolen precious empathy,
a cursed, beloved abode.

Oh little one,
in the years to come,
will you come to loathe and
loathe,
holding love

for none?