for always

Tu es la raison

[poetryofhvaw-deactivated2024061]

Valencia Wilianto, @poetryofhvaw

[imude]

Dandelion wishes

[imude]

[imude]

i almost had your heart

[imude]

ang akong kasingkasing

walay hunong sa pagtawag

sa imong ngalan,

walay hunong sa paghandom

kanimo matag adlaw.

[imude]

V!

[imude]

you are a poem

scratched

into the walls

of my throat

[mawriting]

There are hearts

Fit to be called dried leaves:

No matter the times you water them

they’ll never live for you

and it’s for the best to let go,

let the wind sweep them away.

- mariam | mawriting

[quaintobsessions]

What You Capture

Part of me believes I could easily live my life in the post-midnight hours, constrained by the dark and the absence of consciousness of all I hold dear

but tonight there are glimmers under the changing moon that I will outlast this and not every after needs shoring up someday soon, it will be June and the night

so very brief that the in between reads like nothing but showers of blossom, blithe, blatant blossom, the wind’s answer

to why spring sets you free.

[imude]

kwarenta.

a bruised trunk

to some the creases

mean wisdom

to others a sin

for me deep breaths

are needed for

deadheading daffodils

[imude]

[novicepen-deactivated20120131]

My heart soft made of snow melts with just one twist of his laced lips.

[imude]

[imude]

midnight tea

[imude]

inside that room,

behind that sole frosted window

it was just you and me:

you — owning the darkness of my soul

and the squint of light in my heart

me — just waiting and wanting to

see the sunrise on your skin

over and over again

[imude]

how can wild and intense moments

leave no remnants,

no fragments of what we once were

it happened, but i feel like

a dried aster flower in March

[imude]

every morning

there’s coffee on my lips

and you on my mind