Medoriko

Day 15 under a muted grey sky, the colors of my world shed their winter coats -- now painted more richer and deeper than before. Day 16 the trees sway together like dancing ladies, shedding their leaves and inhibitions together. little ones join in the dance too, making memories underneath the unbroken splatter of blue. Day 17 sunlight poured into her bedroom and smeared across the chipped floorboards -- heating them with its intensity; a savior from the night Day 18 it was as if loneliness was tangible and love was just a myth. she lived in ways she couldn't describe and died in ways she could. Day 19 i feel the void threaten t

Death hollow hearts searches, terrifies, caresses a bleak eternal separation Abyss

Dear self...all life ends. It might not make sense now, but someday it has to

You Crack. You run Away from The lies you have told. But it is always lingering Beneath thin skin and hollow bones; never forget it.

A day to wither No cards, hugs, blooming flowers A day to miss you

I'll love you in all the ways you can't love yourself, so that you may find reprieve from the soil and the silt

Be the sky that I can jump into; Your eyes are pools of stepping stones.

They said to run. Should’ve listened…

I see you through an ever-changing lens, and they tell me your truths if I read them right. Yet, sometimes I fear I will never get to know everything there is to know about you, because you hide. They are like the grey sky, the universe itself or the forest as it rains. They speak to me; I just have to listen.

26: In bloom the flowers bow to the changing of the seasons; petals, their confetti. 27: . brown petals wilted and limp lay forgotten; cracked in the frigid breeze. 28: something wicked thunder cracked the air, as if the very heavens might split apart. 29: lost woods as days grow old and the earth calls, the sun sinks down beneath the pines. [HaikuWriMo Days 26-29]

you.sleep. we fall through the cracks- but you're safe with your head on the armrest. and your bags too heavy on the floor.

moss and algae covered rocks sprawl out on the foreign path ahead; An adventure awaits.

we're all seeking nirvana, and a place for our heads but we willingly fall into the dirt that buries us anyway. Do not believe when they say that monsters can't repent. so, be careful when you choose your noose

Day 8 oh, how her see-through smiles go unnoticed, and she wonders if he ever thinks of her as much as she thinks of him. But his life belongs to another; one life for another. Or that's what she tells herself when she's hanging from the rafters; hanging by a thread. Day 9 there's tranquility in your hollowed bones; the way they bend and fold tell stories of your end. Day 10 i'm only honest when no one is looking; cloak and dagger. Day 11 young buds peep from muddy beds searching for escape from their winter tombs; they found grace in the sun. Day 12 you look frail in your mortality, as if a gentle breeze could knock you down.

Day 15 under a muted grey sky, the colors of my world shed their winter coats -- now painted more richer and deeper than before. Day 16 the trees sway together like dancing ladies, shedding their leaves and inhibitions together. little ones join in the dance too, making memories underneath the unbroken splatter of blue. Day 17 sunlight poured into her bedroom and smeared across the chipped floorboards -- heating them with its intensity; a savior from the night Day 18 it was as if loneliness was tangible and love was just a myth. she lived in ways she couldn't describe and died in ways she could. Day 19 i feel the void threaten t

I tried to break even with the ground but I couldn't brace for impact -- You tried to wipe away the aftermath, but your hands were red so it smudged. So, here I stand looking for something (anything) to say to you, but all I have are muffled words short of meaning when we try to pretend that we didn't fall                 out of love. and everything tastes like mercury because everything reminds me of you, and the letters I wrote (that never got sent). so I wait and I wait and I wonder what's the point, when all you've left me with is.this.

when i spoke in half truths, hurt - was placed in boxed hearts. left forgotten on kitchen counters, regret-laced fingertips and dry skin because i dig my heels in too.much. i had never known a time that didn't feel like (in)decision but my hands won't stop shaking, so i think i'll just sit this one out. and this heart.beat(s) in tempo to the sound of tears falling and in my naivety i thought that maybe someday you'd catch them but. we're not playing for the same team, (anymore) and maybe we're not meant to retrace those steps. memories make poor legs. after all.