Sapphirism

Oh, such a sweet misery Out on a day so dreary The earth is snug in its cap of snow And cold, biting winds do blow The white above, white below Silence raging wherever they go But white with you is different I foresee we’ll see a happy end And though everything looks the same I feel warm from your cheeks of flame The red flush after my: “Hey, I like you And I wonder if you like me too” Your eyes downcast, toward the snow And I wonder where I’ll go, if not with you ‘Cause my predictions start to fog up It’s torture waiting for you to fess up too Your speech is sure compelling but Your silence can punctuate my empty skies You draw out the longest sigh And my teeth suddenly chatter A glance at the snowflakes scattered In your long dark-brown mane It is my biggest bane now! I know the sorry before I hear It; pouring through my ear I regret coming here… Oh, everything looks the same. You are cold from my cheeks of flame The red flush a

The stars in your eyes Were dimmed by being near The canvas of my black, black sky So you were a shooting star Falling far, far away from where you are And I wished upon you Wondering what earthly haven you’d go to What arms of mud would wrap you up In places you only bared to me What leaves would hold the shattered pieces That I once cherished in you, as you cried But you walk out, steps heavy and cold Mouth set, eyes defiant and bold I think I’ve died, for ya I wish upon you, my darling shooting star I hope I’m not broken by the breaking of my heart As I see you depart. And I wish upon you, that those muddy arms Which wrap around you now Can keep you warmer Than a stupid night-breeze  Can ever hope to do.

As your prosaic lips utter worthless words, My sleepy eyes start to shutter… Who knew a classroom was so inviting To realise my dreams, eyes closed. I peer at that angel, third bench by the window And wonder how she’s still spry, Attentive to your monotonous monologue As if she’s immune to sleep’s seduction. Oh joy, I must be dreaming! For head adorned in a halo of sunlight, She turns around and smiles at me Those sweet lips, oh, what a wild dream! And I curse my eyelids for falling shut then, At a moment that should be cherished for eternity.    

My fingers pressing key by key, Creating a “click-click” melody, But it is one that comforts the ear. And after it’s gone, I long to hear My fingers pressing key by key. Photo by  Startup Stock Photos  from  Pexels

When the COVID-19 bound the boy to his home His only solace was his laptop and his phone. The stats were his oxygen, the news was his tea, Online classes, then videogames—no time was free. Whenever he could, he'd lick all plates clean, Until all the tasty food was nowhere to be seen. Cookies, chips, wafers, muffins, pastries, and cakes He ate and ate and ate the most liberal intakes. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all his snack times, He became fatter than Humpty Dumpty of the rhymes. What once was called "tummy" was now a basket of flab Skin dangling from arms, weak body, he became a fatty slab. Then one day he woke up, made up his mind to work out, He did push-ups, squats, and lunges, and ate healthy sprouts. Healthy food, daily exercise and 8 hours of sleep, He now boasts good memory and more knowledge to keep. He’s now thankful that he broke his cycle of being lethargic, Because he has realized that fitness beats pandemic. Photo by  cottonbro  from  Pe

my deadlines ran to me as wolves my hands shook thoughts faltered heart froze brain crashed and shaking hands clumsily tried to string it all together,  getting it together, as you would say so i started anew made a list ticked things off drew new plans and worked hard... but your wolves haunted you too, no?  that's why you snapped at me that day heart crumbled heaving sighs splitting headaches tired eyes everything i wanted  was to slip into a pocket realm and just try to keep these tears at bay a wolf lunged for my throat claws reaching out jaws closing in maw dripping blood and then it was over.

I have some words which, when propounded would make your thoughts race and fiery heart surrounded with the fire of a thousand burning furnaces... no matter how they were said. I have some words which, when murmured would make your fingers stall and clouded heart stumble the uncertainty of walking around eggshells... my every handpicked word echoing in your soul. I have some words which, when uttered would make your eyes wide and heart shuttered I mean no harm but I have no other way to say them. when we cross paths on the market street I won't tell you what I've been meaning to because I don't know how my words will come out then.  

  Photo by  Baraa Jalahej  from  Pexels Every time I close my heavy lids I hope it's you that I dream of. In the dark embrace of the silent night I hear it's you the stars sing of. I long for you Like a hopeless romantic, Parallel lines longing to meet. I look for you like I look for the tunes Of a new song on repeat. I feed these embers To bloom into a fire So I'll never ever be cold. But some days I wonder If you gaze homeward Or you'd rather not let it unfold. Photo by  brenoanp  from  Pexels

  i think the whole town heard me cry when i screamed "mama, help!" that day and when she asked me i couldn't help but lie "no mama, it was just some stray" she raised her brows, and i... how could i have said that to her? "i saw WORMS on the road while tying my laces" is that what she wanted to hear? but hey, wouldn't you have screamed too? it was such a horrifying sight to see when i bent down to tie my shoelaces i saw the myna's prey staring at me to a little further, little ants were running by, and another dad slug wanting to say goodbye to his wife and kids. just like dad, right mum? when i had that thought i felt really glum. some little froggies tried jumping up a tree and the snails on its trunk craned their necks to see and i.. i couldn't tear my eyes from that hideous beauty even when i knew that the fear was crippling me why did i ever come for a walk, i should've stayed home,  should've taken d

if you use an adjective for yourself, and it doesn't ring true in the superlative sense, it's okay. you don't need to have a Nobel Prize in the Sciences to call yourself intelligent. you don't need to be of model standards to call yourself pretty. you don't have to be Shakespeare to call yourself a good writer. it's good to know where you stand and to be humble, but please don't belittle your own qualities just because you're not the best in that field. this sounds blatantly obvious put this way, but... slicing your flag to shreds won't make it fly any higher. what's important in life is to have a growth mindset, to focus on pulling the ropes properly, so that your flag is able to wave proudly in the sky. let us all be kinder to ourselves and treat ourselves as we'd want to be treated by others (oops, i totally didn't reverse the saying xD). love, ki ♡ a/n: this is something I had written on Wattpad; I posted it here because we all can

when the white mist hovers over the lonely city the white marble lulls me into a stupor having no one but my own arms around me my mind lingers in our haunts in the hallways of time they croon a golden chorus  around the walls of my heart weaving a honeyed sunray of you and me, on that summer afternoon  with teasing smiles and it's-ok-i-know's your teeth catching the sunlight me, discreetly hiding mine 'cause big ugly teeth shouldn't be put on show now the wind is at strife with the silence in the skies it laughs and wails and whistles and screams the sky wears its blanket of dark, dreary clouds and my tears threaten to spill and then a flower blooms, the petals spelling out your name the sunlight shyly peers from its watery curtains slowly, but surely, my heart is warm again.

  hey, pretty lady. don't walk out the door; my insecurities will scream loud enough to punctuate the silence in our empty skies. hey pretty lady, nice to see you again... what do you come here for, I wonder? you keep leaving me after you're done. hey pretty lady... good to see you gone. my frail paper heart could only take so much of debasement before it crumbled. Photo by  Godisable Jacob  from  Pexels

maybe life doesn't have an inherent purpose; the world is not some video game with a fixed goal, maybe the purpose of life is merely what YOU perceive it to be. it's scary if you think about how we are here for a fixed period of time, and don't even get an eviction notice before we're rudely kicked out of the world, and that what means years to us might mean moments to other beings.. there'd probably be a time when there'd be NO trace left of us, no matter how smart, powerful or pretty we are.. but what makes life worth living is the fact that every moment you live, you're practically defying death. you're making memories, memories that'd make you wish for a time machine just so you'd go to the past and relive it a million times. maybe life doesn't have to have a purpose, just like you don't NEED to have a list to go shopping. you can just go and figure it out on the way, and just have fun while you're at it. a/n: one of my good wattp

nothing tastes sweeter than love forbidden taking secret bites into this sour grape feels more blissful than the saccharine juice of all the finest apples in the entire youthful Pangea. in short: I've never written more pretentious stuff. omg. Photo by  Maksim Goncharenok  from  Pexels

W ind, blow softly, and make our clothes dry. I n the rainy storm, when the clouds hang high, N ip at the little droplets and take them to the sky. D ry, dry our clothes so we can heave a happy sigh. Photo by  Monica Silvestre  from  Pexels