Poetry

Cut flowers // 2014.

The vase stands empty,

it has been years,

since the stems of apologies

were stuffed down its throat,

it held love once.

A single rose,

for a forgotten holidays,

until the day after,

and you wondered why,

I always hated when,

you brought me cut flowers.

Remembrance

I cried an entire ocean 

for you to swim in my remembrance after I have gone,

but we all know that blood is thicker than water.

So now, I bleed trails of innocence for you,

to collect the ink of jars before I'm gone.

Maybe, just maybe, one fine day,

you will paint the purest words,

I could never managed to speak,

but the content of this blood.

I'm certainly hold everything.

Weather

Kissed by the moonlight,

and caressed by the stars,

sunsets exposed flaws

while clouds concealed our scars,

snow blinded our truest intentions,

of the sins we could never mentioned,

hail inflicted more damages,

as we sought our own redemption,

rain washed away the pain,

but the stains still remained,

love disguised to be the norm,

until we weather the next storm.