Poetry and Prose Collection V
*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes*
The lips can act like no other.
They can smile,
But one might want to cry.
They can speak,
When one might want to hide.
They can dress in the colours of the world,
But never loose their raw shades.
The lips can truly act like no other,
because they can conceal as much as they can show.
(2021, Sept 1)
Enclosed within the mason jar,
The memories and fairy lights glow in contrast to the ombre sky.
Encapsulated within the mason jar,
The juvenile dreams slowly fade with time,
Dimming as the magic of youth floats back towards the stars.
Greedily grasping at its lifeline in desperation,
It is inevitable…
It is an onus to let go of the comforting sensation.
Time pulls at the seconds of adolescence that remain,
Turning them into reminiscences that were once dearly pleasant.
As the empty mason jar tumbles to the ground from these anxious hands,
The glass fragments into speckles.
Within the shards of the broken mason jar,
Nothing is left behind.
Nothing but the reflection of the uncertain future.
(2021, Sept 5)
“i dream upon my pillow”
i dream upon my pillow,
bookmarking the view of the horizon and the moon.
the atmospheric air drenches the surface of my lungs with coolness…
and a sense of tranquility.
but as i dream upon my pillow,
i always know how i will miss this mindscape in the daylight…
wishing i would always lay dreaming upon my pillow,
and never have to lay awake.
(2021, Sept 4)
“upon the glacier of your fingertips”
upon the glacier of your fingertips,
the memories of you solidify into my scent of pine and firewood.
the glaring sun melts your icy walls,
as it grows my bed of flowers and fruits.
air made of your ice and my water,
the coolness of both freshens the morning dew.
in this world,
you stand upon the poles and i upon the deserts.
we reside within miles apart.
but in this atmosphere,
we become one with each other.
(2021, Sept 10)