#sparksandashes

[artisticwildflower]

The sky is on fire,

and I sip the coffee you left me,

I let my lashes down,

and words litter my neck

I splash my face

with glitter and let metaphors breath.

I grab my heart

and twist it hard

I adorn your love

with the pearls raining

and poems with the tears,

I dip the scroll in coffee,

and gulp it down,

they say poems heal,

but I guess

mine were just promises

coated in less sugar.

-artisticwildflower

[artisticwildflower]

I watch oceans flow from my eyes and visit it during days, sitting on its shore scribbling poems for the cities with no travellers, for the dead with no graves, for children with no names on the street and for poets bleeding with no words.

I look for seas at nights and whisper into the shells stories of men and women losing to the fault in their stars and burning books with merry finales.

I let water seep under my skin, for every moon weeping and every ray of sun held captive by the night, to drown little by little in my skin after every euneirophrenia amidst the world soaked in potholes.

[artisticwildflower]

I paint you under my soul

and you get lost

like august among the fallen leaves,

and like colors in an abstract painting.

-artisticwildflower

[artisticwildflower]

You address a letter to me from nowhere,

and I sit by it for hours,

my cheeks red with blood gushing in

from the butterflies feeding on my stomach

My lips curve in a smirk from a heart beating faster

and of the wildflowers fluttering, blooming

in a thunderstorm.

I open it while the starlight goes off,

and the storm blows off my roof.

You sent me a little piece of your heart,

and asked for the whole of mine.

And I wondered about the doors it would knock,

if I returned it to nowhere.

-artisticwildflower

[artisticwildflower]

you die every moment now and then, 

for you have your back to the people you know. 

for you don't see the swords hanging down their throats. 

you die, every moment now and then, 

when you trust.

-artisticwildflower

[artisticwildflower]

*My Distraction List*

1) The purple moleskin notebook I bought for writing down poems, the empty pages staring down at me, munching away on my time.

2) The writing reminder on my laptop screen, jumping out time to time, checking on my hostile mind.

3) The nagging thoughts in my mind, I am scared to put into poems.

4) The yellow sticky notes lining the wall, holding onto the same goals every month.

5) The empty canvas on my dresser, I promised to paint last year.

6) The paints and the brushes, meant for destressing, sparkling new.

7) The books on my shelf, I read everyday, to hope and the end of gloom.

8) The bluetooth mindset, I bought for the escaping into a daydreamer's world, ready to buzz into sweet music, having failed me in the past.

9) The Pinterest tab, I kept open to transform my gloom into an aesthetic picture.

10)The clock besides me, the only one running consciously in the room.