Poetry and Prose Collection VIII
*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes*
“avalanche”
I had never felt colder until it hit me.
A galaxy of frostbite came hurling as it destroyed everything within it’s path;
The bears, the trees, the mice, the clouds upon the mountain tops.
All blue and green and brown were inhaled into the pit of the avalanche’s wilderness,
So wild, nothing could compare to its fierceness.
It came closer and closer and closer,
The knots of sweat upon my forehead were frozen within seconds;
Even my heart froze.
My feet forgot how to move, and time was left dangling like an icicle upon the rooftop.
Within the seconds I had left;
I recalled my life and reckoned…
I had never felt colder until it hit me.
(2021, Nov 12)
“nostalgia”
Those sweet clouds of cotton candy,
And the theme songs that would ring after-school.
The playdates and the birthday parties where we would play in the pool and role-play a family,
Where we would truly become one with our friends for hours on end.
The sleepovers where we would stay awake and talk about endless things,
And the bouncy castle and the swings.
These childhood memories flood into our minds,
They become part of us from an early age.
It’s a sweet feeling,
The feeling of nostalgia.
It’s almost like those sweet clouds of cotton candy.
(2021, Nov 17)
“the feeling of love”
I watched you from my throne,
As you gifted your heart into my hands.
That much trust lied within you,
That much curiosity existed in me.
I had an entire empire that followed,
A vicious army at my disposal,
A collection of the greatest jewels to ripen throughout the centuries…
Yet this bleeding heart within my hands was nothing of that sort,
It was more precious and divine.
So vulnerable and gentle,
Your presence was something I dreamt,
It showed me a euphoric life that was left untouched.
Tell me,
Is this the feeling of love?
If I stand unmistaken in front of you,
With your gifted and bleeding heart in my hands,
Maybe, just maybe…
I can lay my bleeding heart within your gifting and gentle hands.
(2021, Nov 19)
“in a flick of a second”
Within this room everything feels locked in,
Closed in,
Small and insignificant but just as grand.
However;
Outside those windows and walls the world transforms in a flick of a second.
The sky turns from blue to grey to the prismatic arcs of multicolour and blissfulness,
And the monarch turns from a caterpillar into a dancing butterfly.
But during those same moments,
A greater influx of an envious green gets printed, And the oceans become artificial like the worlds within magazines.
In our world,
Everything changes,
Nothing stays the same.
Nothing except for the ruthless unpausing of time…
And the beauty and pain that exists within every flick of a second.
(2021, Nov 22)
