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distant places

distant places

take me back take me back to my grandfather teaching me how to play chess telling me stories and laughing so hard his face turns red take me back to my grandmother who doesn’t have dementia but has a mind smarter than our whole family combined who is so strict when we study grammar and...

about loss pt. II

about loss pt. II

it’s been a few months since you disappeared since you vanished without a warning trying to fall asleep, i always pray for the morning because then and there i think so intensely i can hardly stand it the way you left is still rewinding in my mind how you went just like that, out of...

memories

memories

my stomach twists as i imagine you with someone else i don’t want to think about you two falling asleep together, cooking or fighting her in your sweater all those things which you may still recall i can’t stand the idea that she was anyway better it’s not fair that you have already felt this...

about loss – a poem for my grandmother

about loss – a poem for my grandmother

i think about you every day not knowing how to accept the fact that you’re gone that you will never hear any of the words i might like to say there’s no way to escape something is pressing me against the wall this, i don’t possess the knowledge how to fight you were always interested...

balcony writings // or lots of green

balcony writings // or lots of green

as i was sitting at the balcony one spring evening, i felt warmness in the air i heard sound of birds swimming in the wind and i saw lots of green down in the garden. the truth is, there was everything, which was supposed to make me happy. at that moment, it wasn’t enough (or maybe...

in the candlelight

in the candlelight

on warm evenings like this, we are outside in my garden tonight i’m sitting on your lap my fingers in your hair seem to be drawing a map your body comforts me and feels familiar no matter how tightly we hug, it is never close enough i think we both are afraid of losing each...

a letter

a letter

your letter smells like you fresh and sweet only the thought of our meeting gets me through i smell an excitement in my veins a safe place your arms offer part of me knows you have my heart in chains during the day my thoughts can be pushed down night hours are those when it...

a battlefield

a battlefield

i miss your presence i miss being close to you and the way you make me feel both safe and aroused i can still recall your touches careless while watching a movie passionate while trying to set the flame in me not knowing it is already burning memories with you, those is my mind framing...

you with the flames

you with the flames

it’s not your eyes which attract me. it’s not your messy hair or bright smile it’s in the way you tell jokes and then laugh at them as you wouldn’t care what people think. it’s in the fact you would stand in the bus just to let older people sit it’s in your face which...