Poetry and Prose Collection XIV
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*all writing pieces originally from Instagram @mi.haloes*
“can you see me?”
You’re like a portrait that reflects my memories,
from the best to the worst,
you encompass me all around.
Like a mirror,
you match my every feature,
every shade;
my every emotion I’ve felt for you.
You’re like a camera that captures my every frame;
a memoir that captures my past,
my present,
my future.
Dance in my dreams,
Flood my feelings with you,
I see you in me.
And finally,
like my lifeline,
I see you dazzle within my soul.
Can you see me?
(2022, Feb 13)
“a little longer”
Like the whispers of your soul that haunt me into a deep slumber;
whispering deep into the night where the shadows embrace me.
I feel you upon my skin, creeping up to my eyes;
catching yours within mine.
Yours are cold, but forged in fire;
mine are warm, but forged through vain.
I like this.
So tonight, stay with me a little longer.
(2022, Feb 14)
“my dear little wings”
Float me to the stars my dear little wings.
Fly me to the moon and the asteroids that surrounds us into a cosmical void.
My dear little wings,
become the Icarus that became too bold,
light the surge of passion that dwells within my soul.
Light the passion for freedom.
Please do not consider the height,
fly me to the sun and do not turn back.
Even if the sun’s breath melts you away,
let me burn amongst you.
Let me burn amongst you,
my dearest little wings.
(2022, Feb 15)
“lost in translation”
Although my feet carry me, I lose myself in translation.
From my mind to my heart, my consciousness is anchored in the middle, searching for a gateway to call home.
My past becomes nonexistent as the future engulfs my entire being into a void where no soul can reside.
My tears pitter-patter on the roof of the sanctuary, creating river and ripples of memories that flood the veins.
It is cold and dark, with no candle to guide the way.
It is cold and dark, with no words left to flow out.
It is cold and dark…
… maybe I truly am lost in translation.
(2022, April 6)
