Storm Warning
Hypnotized by clouds, I’m both cursed and graced,
Always finding myself pinned amidst a sea of people.
Now finally slowly unpinning myself…from guilt and shame.
Floating away sometimes, escaping the abyssal plain,
Learning to swim, resting my body, letting the air fill my lungs.
Days like these feel like a cloudy afternoon before the storm…
It’s calm. I’m safe in my room. I open the window to breathe.
It’s times like these, I want to check on you. But I simply don’t.
Is it too late now to explore new horizons and be redeemed?
Spring
I am a seasonal tree, blooming with lush green.
One day I shall be a dry one, leafless, slumbering.
For other days, I shall burst into blossoms again.
I crawl toward the heavens, ever unknowing why…
All things change, and despite the changing seasons,
I know full well that we all have limits and shall surely pass.
As our lives are destined to be, we die and another life begins.
Cruel fate never gets kinder, but only for a few people, I guess.
If I have a hundredfold chance to return, I always will.
Unlike trees, humans, once gone, their slumber is endless…
We don’t even have seasonal rest, to hibernate for weeks or months.
I want to be one with nature…to be free at last!
Protect Yourself, Woman
All the men who’ve glimpsed deeply into my eyes
Have asked me once in their lives this repeated line:
“Protect your very own self because you’re a woman.”
We’ve been burned and skinned alive for being one with nature,
One with the moon, one with the herbs growing all around.
Women have been the witches they hate to see prosper.
Alone, I approach you like an unflinching horse.
Do I look like I abandoned my side quests to safely come home?
Am I making you uncomfortable as I keep my dominance?
Did I hurt your ego by showing up whenever I wanted to?
Can you see a lionheart through my countenance?
Why don’t we sit down for a while with a cup of tea…
Why are you afraid of someone who wishes to be respected only?
I shall not submit to men, as if the heavens had not gifted me an infallible
Intuition and bold tongue to raise my voice when they raise theirs.
My Fiction Child
This broken system you don’t have to discover.
Failed plans, caught in the middle of conflict.
A child, an ideal home, but at this time I don’t dream.
I’m becoming a dead fish, no longer able to swim.
They’re pacifying the cries of desperation and losses,
Hiding bones, but the rain and drought pushed them up,
Pushing them more to flow and float on the streams.
We are the travelers of their abandoned ghost path.
Keep your secrets within yourself, hush and cover your ears.
Empathy is now, “Why don’t you call the police?”
Sympathy? Your friends no longer can listen to your rant.
Epiphany: Be numb or feel more? My only comfort is the ground.
Any high places show me so many roads and empty people.
You’re drunk as if you’re walking on the slim bridge to hell.
Couldn’t turn around; nobody’s waiting home anymore.
What have we done to each other? Why do fewer human beings care?
We talked about politics, how they follow their people like fanatics.
Whoever you follow is your circle, my friend; that’s just who you are.
I said I don’t use any social media anymore. It’s too loud and too much.
I don’t want to know you by scrolling feeds like food for men’s hunger.
These times feel like the ending of the human race.
You always ask me, “Who are these people?”
I told you I don’t know them as well; I only know them by their names.
Goodbye Sunset
The painted clouds and the shadows everywhere,
Being shaped by the remaining light of the sun,
And your hair, swayed by the constant
Greeting wind like a mother trying to calm her son.
You stole the warmth of the golden hour.
What used to be my simple and pure happiness
Is now the background of my desire.
The sunset will remind me of you and my sins.
Like a fever after running to the storm…
Like a hangover after fighting against myself…
I tried to disguise the feeling like the new moon.
I said I wanted to disappear; unknowingly, it is sooner.
Awkward Hi
I don’t know the proper way to say “Hi.”
Two letters that weigh like a hundred pounds.
My lips are chapped and dehydrated, tongue-tied
To this two-letter word: my key to sit by your side.
I don’t want to leave an impression on you
That I will always be by your side, as I am often lost.
What if you call my name and I’m light-years away?
I can’t even stay… there’s no port to hold my boat.
It feels like we are knowing each other less.
They say I’m a free soul, but I don’t even know myself.
Hi, hello… for all the witnesses of my decadence.
See no hope in this place, feel no warmth in my breath.
Descriptions and Prescriptions
She is so quiet and rarely laughs…
But despite her young age and innocence,
She worked so hard too early and for so long…
So hard, but her hands remained soft.
There was a famous folklore
In our island where we used to live:
“She was abducted by the elves
And was returned after three days…”
You were so quiet and graceful that even nature
Wanted to adopt you, and until now you are.
And you met him at the age of seventeen,
And the tiny him finally brightened your eyes.
I don’t know what runs through your mind;
It feels like a stream of pure water.
Until… the sky turned gray in your little home
And got flooded by offenses against gods.
We followed him as he walked to somebody else’s door…
I shouted his name because I had no idea.
We went home and you got your prescriptions.
You gave me your pills for us to sleep together.
He is my model of a loud introversion,
And I couldn’t be as dignified as you.
You beat your demons by leaving us alone.
He stopped being blue and erased all his hues.
If alcohol could cleanse all our wounds,
If medicines could mend the infections
Up to the bottom of our very soul,
I’d want us to take a family picture.
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