#Octoberfalls 18. Icy Hearth

#Octoberfalls 18. Icy Hearth

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!

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#Octoberfalls 16. Notes of Forever

#Octoberfalls 16. Notes of Forever

I have a jar.

A jar of hearts.

The jar of hearts that I collected from my treacherous journey

of life.

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

out yours.

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.

 

#Octoberfalls 15. Tempestous sea

#Octoberfalls 15. Tempestous sea

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.

#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

#Octoberfalls 14. Lonely rooms

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

normal.

A little sappy, sad poem because I haven’t written any lately.

#Octoberfalls 13. Autumn Dance

#Octoberfalls 13. Autumn Dance

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!

#Octoberfalls 11. Aquiver

#Octoberfalls 11. Aquiver

the wind blows rippling

the silent water of the

lake and I can breathe.

 

You are not here, but

I feel you around me. you

are the soft grass, the

clouds that bring shade, the tree that protects

protects, the water that lives

 

the sun that shines just

like your eyes when they looked at

me. With full of love.

A mix of Haiku and Tanka. I had to come back to writing love poems because I couldn’t think of anything else. I also bought some fab pens which I totally love. I’m quite happy with the art work, but I know it can get better. One day soon.

#Octoberfalls 10. Held together by strings

#Octoberfalls 10. Held together by strings

“Hey! Be yourself!

You deserve to be happy!

But, can I make a small suggestion?

You know who you were,

the other day?

Please be that ‘you’!”

I am sick.

I am tired.

Who are these people,

telling me who to be and who not to be,

when they’ve only seen a sliver

of who I really am?

They want me to be the real me?

They want me to be true to myself?

Well, I hope they’re prepared to run because

they have helped me unleash the beast

within me.

I hate this society. I hate that the people that I really care about fall into this category. I hate that there is so little open-mindedness. I hate it, but I swallow it all up because if the majority of the people around you are like that, what can I do?

I suppose there are changes that I would love to make in this drawing, but I’m really happy with it.