sad poems – CANDELAS ET PLUMAS

Hi, mom.

Hi mom. It’s getting heavy. I don’t think anyone understands me anymore. They ask me: “so, who’s your new best friend?” Mom, it’s still her, the one who gifted me life that’s a blur. It’s still the intricate hearted girl that once cared too deeply, and today, hates equally deep. I’m on a foreign landContinue reading “Hi, mom.”

Bus Ride

Another long bus ride, this journey lasts far too long, in a black cardigan with the backpack by my side, I close my eyes and it passes as though a two minute song. Passing streets, children starving to death, passing streets, children munching on treats, dancing on the endless, barren heaths, only to collapse andContinue reading “Bus Ride”

You and I

It’s cold. the snow, the rain, the hail. Where do we go? Run into the woods? Run to the small shelter? A bleak fire lit inside the cabin. We ran hand in hand, I shivered but it wasn’t the cold. Drenched in rain, clouds scattered across the sky, pouring heavily. Nothing for the next 100Continue reading “You and I”