Nov 13, 2021
Poetry and Prose Collection VII
*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes*
“skyfall”
As our tears stream down our cheekbones, we feel the world falling below and above.
It feels nothing short of skyfall, dark clouds, and morning moss within the cosmos of our thoughts.
Each breath feels impossible to let go as we hold onto its dearest presence, hoping for it to heal us.
It feels nothing short of skyfall, until all that we have left within the darkness of our eyelids is our own darkest thoughts.
(2021, Oct 22)
“under the maple tree”
Under the maple tree,
We lay and dream…
And talk about things.
Our future, our passions, our everlasting love.
But now,
I lay under the maple tree,
And dream,
Reminisce about things.
Our future, our passions, our everlasting love.
As you lay upon those golden clouds,
and bless me from above.
(2021, Oct 2)
“mermaids”
The bubbles blow from their lips,
Like shape of pearls,
Dancing to the surface of the water beyond their marine kingdom.
They chant, and whirl and waltz along the ocean floor,
Building the cryptic secret of their existence within its abyss.
Their neon locks, purple scales and fins drift with the currents,
And their voice.
Oh, their tempting vocals.
A group siren indeed they are.
A sultry, yet frightening aura envelopes them as they pull sailors into the waves,
Leaving their boats and paddles into piles of wasted shipwreck, where dead men tell no tales.
They linger within the depths, and within the depths of our imagination,
Where the mermaids blow bubbles from their lips,
Like the shape of pearls.
(2021, Oct 4)
“dilemma”
I browse through the news channels of my day;
Watching and rewatching the scenes that engrave into my mind.
I feel the pressure of the world upon the temples of my face;
The dilemma that closes in on me daily.
But that same dilemma whispers to me that everything is okay,
While shrieking the consequences of my littlest actions in my ears.
I sense this dilemma encapsulating my life with a dark blanket,
But guiding me to find myself.
It’s confusing isn’t it?
Well,
It’s not surprising.
It is my dilemma.
(2021, Nov 9)
