Since the day you closed
that door behind you, the stars
stopped twinkling. the sun
was not warm. the rain did not
cleanse. my heart remained cracked; cold.
Another Tanka, because I feel their easier to write.
I will be missing for a few days since I’ll be on vacation. I’ll see you soon!
My eyes are clouded and heavy-lidded.
There are just blobs of light and shapes
in front of me and around me.
This is far from fleeting.
Whoever decided that alcohol
wipes away the pain,
they were wrong.
All I can think of is the pain.
Meh. Again. A bit out of my game, but hopefully will come back.
I have a jar.
A jar of hearts.
The jar of hearts that I collected from my treacherous journey
The jar of hearts that I pick up and let inside of my own
when I lack inspiration. Or motivation.
It has never failed me.
Until one day, I randomly pulled
And your heart began to sing the tales
of me, through you. Of us.
And I wondered if keeping your heart with me
was good for mine because
my heart begins breaking.
Not very happy with the art and the poem. But eh. It will have to do.
I’m sitting still and straight but I feel tilted.
There’s a storm brewing in my head,
my very own flavour,
with lots of brine and rain to compensate each other,
with a dash of seaweed; just a pinch of death.
and maybe a little Hell;
definitely no fear. No sadness.
Only wistfulness, just a touch.
And I shall feel all right.
I really like how my drawing came out, but I’m not so sure about the poem itself.
I am alone in my apartment.
My smiles are forced.
Sometimes I think I may hurt
my cheeks if I smile because
they’ve been so out of practice.
This pain in my chest is a new constant
in my life.
I am empty. Soul-less.
Just a living corpse walking
and breathing and eating to
stay alive. Not really living.
I’ve been this way since you
have been gone.
This is my new
A little sappy, sad poem because I haven’t written any lately.
A leaf came tumbling
down swaying slightly in the
chilly autumn wind. The colours blended with the floor of the
The colours blended with the
floor of the forest but the
leaf stood out, freshly
fallen. browns, oranges, reds
and yellows merged.
A Tanka and a Haiku, because what better forms of poetry to describe nature!
Again, first time pen sketching a leaf. I could do better!
We are made of stardust.
When you and I first met, I thought
we were from the same star.
We matched. We clicked. We
loved. We lived. We
All collisions end
so did we.
I now know that you
are made of stardust.
But from two different stars.
Now I’m looking in the universe for
someone who shares my star
I hope you do, too.
I like how this painting and poem came out. It was auite satisfying. It’s the first time I drew a mermaid, and of course, like everythig else, this also has plenty of room for improvement.