Please let me live in peace
When I die, I die alone
But while I live, I wanna do what I love
But no more
My sounds are suppressed
I am not heard, just left to be done
I am not a doll, you can't control me
But you will, because who cares
Even after I'm alive, I'm dead
What else does it feel like
One thing-
NOTHING

you would not be able to forget someone after weaving strings of memories with them, that starts from your eyes and connects to your heart...

When I am sad
I get quiet

simple

Shake a little
on the inside
leaking to my hands

I get sad a lot
Hands shaking so I can barely write
Off somewhere inside
to some distraction
computer, ****, sleep, TV

There are no veins to open
words to fight
drugs to fix

Dying has a long-term contract

When I get sad
I get quiet

simple

she made lots of promises ,
but none of them were as strong as
"I promise I won't love anyone else but you."

as she promised,
he did too,
as time flew by,
her innocent heart stayed with him,
not knowing surprise!
it's time to let go of those promises,
because, boom!
he found a new one to love and to keep in his heart.

Which means by it's time to say goodbye
To all the words and promises you've kept in your heart.

-Mila

What lies in the eyes
That stand just out of sight?

The void is endless,
But who can see that far?

If one is set to leave,
Why bother looking back?

Just because you’re out of sight
Doesn’t mean you’ve left my mind too.

A poem is born of a peapod
pierced by a nail. The shell secretes tears.
An eye grows on crooked thumb
seeds go asunder slipping through fingers
a slimy worm wriggles in mind
a caterpillar is born of the pen
powdery syllables settle on wings
a butterfly mates with o's and a's
impregnating a rhyme.

1 June 2020

When the darkness calls
it hits like a tidal wave
of deep black water
engulfing my very core,
washing over every cell
until all is lost.

When the wave settles
all that is left is numbness,
numbness of my heart,
numbness of my mind.
My eyes try to reach out to the world
but all that can be seen is grey.

When the light calls
it fills my soul with a blinding light,
warming my entirety
like a blazing furnace,
engulfing my spirit
until all is well.

When the light takes over
words rush through my mind,
bird song is so sweet,
colours are so intense.
My eyes reach out to the world
and all is beautiful.

My insanity is my sanity
day is night,
night is day.
I wouldn't change a thing about it
because this is me.