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seasick 

but you do not tell me
stranded in your sea
emotions, emotions;
where shall i flee?
there is nothing, nothing
between you and me.

you forgot me long ago, 
not a worry nor one woe.
dead from your memory,
lost from your mind.

my heart, no room;
no room to grow.

i shan’t die now, but 
it’s impossible to float.
where shall i escape to?
where shall i go?

there is no room in your mind,
no room for me.
i am trapped, alone;
lost at sea.

drowning stars

childish hearts upon thy brutal scraped scars,

empty souls spend so many dwindling hours:

nights searching for you in the endless stars,

alas, i find you: drowning in flowers.

mirror’s reflection shan’t reflect such grace,

spring’s bloom coddles, attempting to complete.

nor the daises, daffodils grasp your face,

and the timid birds dare do not to tweet.

but such vanity whispers in my ear,

suffocating souls, decaying arose.

the betrayal of love, is what i fear:

and cold autumn wind dares to propose.

as the stars die, our love ignores demise,

our petals not fall, clouds not fill skies.

dearest

you broke my looking glass,

as i lay, upon the grass.

i cut your hair, shook your hand,

tore your nail, didn’t understand.

unapologetically you say, 

“i’m sorry that things turned out this way.”

with your stone heart and stone eyes,

you brought me to the worst demise.

all that’s left is for me to pray,

i loved you, until yesterday.

lacking of truth, that statement seems,

you’ve already cut my final seams.

in which i would like to thank you, too

that is all, for me and you.

funeral flowers

wilting funeral flowers demise beneath my toes,

the ululant cries and the melancholic woes.

dying trees and scraped knees

you assure me, you ask please,

do not, do not, do not, you say

but all i see is the daises sway.

i tied those ribbons on your wrists,

i wanted you to tell me that i exist.

with your shadow gone, i’m too tired to live,

not a shadow, not a memory, you never give.

a cracked heart and a broken mind,

the sole thought left unkind.