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!
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 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!
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.
“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
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.
You hold up the crystal to the sunlight
but you see no rainbows.
“Why can’t I see rainbows?” You ask grandpa.
He laughs lightly, taking the stone from my hand.
“This is pure crystal, unpolished.
You can’t see the light because
there is unwanted dirt and soil on it.
If you clean it,
polish it with hard substances,
you can see it!
Like your mamma’s diamond earrings!”
“I understand!” You say.
I wonder if one day, you will understand
what Pappa was trying to say.
Hardships will hurt you, baby,
but I’m sure, they will make you
into the shiniest human being
ever walked on the planet.
A little father-daughter sentiment, I suppose.
I painted my very first crystal! Not perfect, but practice is definitely required, but I’m quite happy with it. I enjoyed the experience!