nature

11.30pm

Original Poetry

There’s a raging storm outside now.
It’s half-past eleven and I can’t help but think
that once upon a time you were that storm.
You raged and destroyed until you left behind
pieces of broken glass and shattered hearts with torn skin.
I survived that storm, to find a harrowing, beautiful sunset
hours after the devastation.
I am that sunset
after the storm.

A Waltz of Shivers

Original Poetry

On an autumn morning when the sun is just beginning to rise,
and mist still suffocates the air with its veiled blanket of moisture,
a chill caresses your body as you are exposed to the raw cold.
This feeling of goosebumps crawling across my skin
and shivers waltzing down my spine
is sort of how I feel when I’m around
you.

Honey-Dipped Eyes

Original Poetry

When sadness was the sea, you taught me how to swim.
Waves and waves of you now crash into me.
Yet, somehow,
serenity can only be defined by
living in your honey-dipped eyes.
Serenity can only be described
as you.