Sleepless

by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko   Apr 27, 2015


I'm afraid
that you just might
leave me again...

...like the dream last summer.

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Dandelions are dying
on my collar bone.
I've been losing sleep
writing about
the abstraction and coincidences
I carelessly make
because of you.

The moon won't always
illuminate my thoughts;
sometimes, it mirrors...

I've been defiant
amidst verses and metaphors --
finding your rhyme scheme
and syllable count.

I thought I could knit
a gloomy blanket
using the ashes
of these Dandelions
seared on my clavicle,
but I am wrong;
all I get is
tongue-tied promises
and apologies
and a handful of nothingness.

Haunted by
your randomly appearing
personification,

am fooled by
an untitled poetry
that shines in repose --
blinding October flowers
with its flare
and corrupted brilliance.

I remember you as a Chrysanthemum --
a coffee-stained abstract painting
that lurks in my daydreams...

and nightmares.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Em

    I will say it again your writing style and scheme are so unique that I am in awe of them m. Your vocab and visuals make your poems come alive and I feel them. I fee the emotion. When you're sad, I am. When you're happy, I am.

    Em

  • 8 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Beautiful written

  • 8 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    One thing I always love and respect about your poem is that you seem to always paint your words so freely and effortlessly. You always center around flowers which tells me that even though the world is going to hell around you, you can see the beauty in it, also love how you make the flowers your main focus point and sometimes character. Ugh this poem though redefines what it means to feel pain and happiness at the same time. Dashiel, you create a sad piece ( and there is no doubt this is a sad piece) but the reader gets to linger and find the deeper meaning inside. I always love how authors can put a part of their soul onto a poem, but yet still have the reader guessing about what is that after effect. Yes here there is tragic loss. But at the same time flowers seem to comfort you and that is the beauty part. I can keep going on and on, but I don't want to bore you. The point is that this is an amazing poem. 5/5

  • 8 years ago

    by alka mendiratta

    A painter of words,beautiful Dashiel !!!!

  • 8 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    Beautiful dashiel!!!