Raindrops kiss the earth,
he sits beneath the grey sky—
eyes still on the stars.

Clouds hide every light,
but he whispers to the dark,
“Maybe one will fall.”

Storms can’t shake his faith—
even meteors seem far,
but he waits, and waits.

The world says, “Give up.”
He only tightens his grip—
hope like fire inside.

Rain or stars above,
he believes in miracles—
even if they burn.


Erennwrites

salty
tears,
I became
your demon.

I wish I could take back,
wrapped demons in back sack,
I felt ill with the words I said,
and made me feel so dead.

I can't rewind but can be present,
No need to now be hesitant.
I'm sorry for the hurt I gave you,
You are not nasty, but charisma full.

YOU JUST REMINDED ME.

Now, I will just ignore you,
like all the other girls
I never did fall in love,
it was just love of friends.

You were far too young,
but your personality sang,
What can I say to that,
it was worth more than my bats.

a man came up to me today
and told me I might look prettier
if I coated my mirror
with the blood of the golden goose
and call me cynical
or a caveman
or a luddite
or whatever
but I didn’t believe him.

The beauty of paper flowers
They never wither

The tragedy of paper flowers
They always remember

Your gentle hands could do no harm
But they could let go

A paper flower never wilted

Even worse

It was discarded

dont
didnt
dont feel like
writing today.
pointless.
and more,
why?
thus wrote today.
and that was
NOT
my day.

If there is no peace, you have lost.