Emilique

Can a heart still break, once it’s stopped beating?

[awidersea]

afterecho

the ghost of my past in the corner stands near, haunting my nights, feeding on fear. i keep on searching, in desperate quest, for some kind of peace, for eternal rest.

that innocent smile that once shone bright, now turns to shadows in the dead of night. those eyes that once held dreams and grace, now reflect sorrow i cannot erase.

her presence, a burden weighing me down, i pray for a path where she leaves me alone. is it too late to start anew, or must i pay for the choice i knew?

[awidersea]

seethe

this anger consumes me it boils my blood, strains my veins I feel it rising in my chest burning—quiet, relentless

this anger consumes me it fills my eyes with rage how long must I pretend with a smile that isn’t mine

this anger consumes me it cannot be undone I’ve worn this mask for so long I no longer know who I was

I let this anger consume me because it cannot find its source so I let it burn me from within and mark me for life.

[awidersea]

mayhap

maybe I am the bird without wings or the fish that couldn’t swim

maybe I am the sky without stars or the tree that never bore fruit

maybe I stayed the garden that didn’t bloom for so long that all the butterflies left

maybe I am the pen without ink or the eraser that was lost

maybe I am the coffee gone bitter or the toast burned too long

maybe I am a castle built on sand waiting to be taken by the sea

maybe I am the ballerina without shoes or the athlete who lost a leg

maybe I am a book without an ending or a poem never written

and yet— when I look through the window, I see the half moon lighting up the whole world.

[awidersea]

saudade

it was supposed to be unknown shouldn’t have had a reason yet it made itself known slowly, maybe deliberately weaving into a tale never told

it started ever so lightly reasons unknown a little spark and nothing else then it grew more and more

glances turning to gazes glimpses lingering on too long it came with all the thrills it brought stars and sparkles all around but then the moment passes and time goes on

to realize these are fleeting sails never to be mine

then came the winter gazes still lingered never to be returned

could have left him perplexed better than broken ’cause it’s true what they told— skies and the seas were never meant to be

glances still linger longing to be seen as if fading in the crowds a pretend too perfect

skies will never know how much the ocean knew.

[awidersea]

atrophy

the mighty rose stood tall in the garden head held high, it never bent to the wind winter came, trying to freeze it whole autumn whispered, softening its fall summer scorched it, fierce and unrelenting and spring returned with a tender embrace

still, the rose stood alone greeting every season just the same its thorns kept gentle hands away its fences held the wandering at bay

no one noticed the weeds quietly creeping beneath the soil gnawing slowly at its roots unseen, unheard, unfelt

the mighty rose stood tall in the garden surviving every passing storm and if you listen closely through the hush of drifting wind you might hear the faintest cry no one else ever does.