On tiptoe—careful not to make a sound. Afraid that the broken pieces of my heart would further shatter if I miss a step. If I choose to carry the shame in silence, will it hurt less? I can’t even grieve for the things that I lost. Lost—I lost something. My safe place, my clarity. A… Continue reading Machs Nix
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Some Fairytale
In this lonely castle made of stone and bricks Through thick walls and closed doors Fenced in a garden of roses and hawthorns My purple heart resides. In a solemn mist of reverie, my light is blurred Doomed to walk this world alone Fettered and cursed by my own wickedness. I dream of not a… Continue reading Some Fairytale
Remnants
The touch of the tattersall against my skin is cold— uninviting The cacophony of indistinct noises hangs over my head like a broken record— unwelcoming My heart hollowed by the loneliness gripping my senses The dismal longing seems endless I shouldn’t be here but I am I should be free but I am shackled Dreading… Continue reading Remnants
Makutu
Dried rose buds, burning red Like my heart, aching for you, hungrily Your lips tasted like honey syrup, saccharine, heady Your name written on a paper heart, in a jar, sealed A bag of tea, lavender musk Stir, stir, chanting A drop of blood, spilled Drink, my love The spell unbroken Be mine alone, be… Continue reading Makutu
Fire and Brimstone
She was born out of hatred and intense desire for revenge Her heart hides a thousand secrets, destructive, manipulative. She is the nameless ghost of the past, a nebulous creature wandering the terra firma of mortals for centuries, elusive. She is the evil incarnate, banished from hell, coveted the freedom of human, envied the innocence… Continue reading Fire and Brimstone
Mikrokosmos
The crescent moon talked to me last night, it lulled me with stories from galaxies unknown, of love and sacrifice, of betrayal and redemption. The northern lights whispered a sonata of secrets, a cosmic wonderland of unwritten magic and enchantments. My mind drifted into space, the mikrokosmos told me to find you among the ruins… Continue reading Mikrokosmos
박지민 : The Little Prince
His hair is a palette of different colours Pink tulips in a garden of sublime beauty and elegance Purple strands of perfection drifting underneath the stars Gold stardust, shimmering in the pale moonlight Glittering, blinding like the sun Orange lust, captivating every hue of human desire Green chameleon, every part of him moves with great… Continue reading 박지민 : The Little Prince
Spring Day
Soft kisses,Unfaltering whisper of longingMy heart breaking in every moment lostWishing I’d see your face again, afraid to be forgotten Untrue,Scared that you might fly so far from meYour image keeps trembling in my handsI’m cold, lying helplessly on a frozen ground of loneliness WaitingEndless years of waiting, dreaming of youOn a spring day, I’ll… Continue reading Spring Day
The Saddest Cure
A vague silhouette of a woman woke me up in the middle of the night. Her deep bellows sent a familiar fear in my whole body, I froze. I peeked through the window, shivering, holding my breath, careful not to make a sound, the silence brought an atmosphere of sadness, I felt it. It was… Continue reading The Saddest Cure
The Romantic
If you were mine I’d wake you up with flowers every morning I’d kiss you all over like it’s the first time I’d pull you closer and whisper how beautiful you are. If you were mine You’d never hurt again, there’d be no more tears to cry This time, you’d be happier, with… Continue reading The Romantic
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