Owls
People say owls are ugly, unlucky creatures. But I've always admired them. What could be more beautiful than those big, wise eyes? Unflinching, unapologetic, as if to say, "This is who I am, and I will not change for you. Take it or leave it."
Logophile
Logophile: lover of words
I love this word because it describes me perfectly. I love that almost every little thing that exists has a word for it. Language is beautifully infinite, and words are the building block of language.
If Only
If we had more time
I’d want nothing more than to talk,
to listen to you, feel your warm,
comforting gaze on me.
Our hearts intertwined,
laced tightly together,
unwilling to let go.
Another chance, an opportunity
to live another life.
You’d tell me
about your day, I’d tell you
about mine. I long for those
moments that we never had.
If only we’d had more time...
If Only
If we had more time
I’d want nothing more than to talk,
to listen to you, feel your warm,
comforting gaze on me.
Our hearts intertwined,
laced tightly together,
unwilling to let go.
Another chance, an opportunity
to live another life.
You'd tell me
about your day, I'd tell you
about mine. I long for those
moments that we never had.
If only we'd had more time...
Move ON!
You can't start the next chapter of your life if you keep rereading the last one.
Thank You
I thought that you made me whole, that I couldn't live without you. But I was wrong. I now realize that, without you, I'm finally me. Your absence is replenishing. Liberating. So thank you.
Why?
I see
blood, dripping on the floor
as a loud silence that could shatter glass
Burns me slowly.
Why am I here? I wonder,
but I walk on.
My eyes and ears sharpen,
aware of every small detail
And that's when I hear it:
a silent scream, a cry for help.
Barely audible,
but somehow clear.
Frozen, I stop
Unable to move
I feel my eyes,
forcing themselves shut
My knees weaken
But I will my body forward.
I follow a trail
of bloody footprints
Leading to a closed door.
Should I open it? I wait
for a second, then give it a tiny push.
It creaks open
When I see her body,
face down, I realize
it's too late.
I turn her over
with ease, but when I see
her face, I recognize
My own crooked lip,
my eyes, once bold
and colorful,
now drooping over.
I now ask myself,
Why?