Poetry Trashy poems for my trashy self written at a trashy hour trash

[Auda]

Disease

If coughing up petals is a disease,
then I consider myself terminal.

If the only cure is to remove what's left of you,
then I consider myself abnormal

If I cherish every bloodied tulip I cough up,
then I consider myself suicidal

(Inspired by the Hanahaki Disease)

 

[Auda]

Inferno

Demons from the infernal dictionary,
from imps to unimaginable horrors.

Fighting over what is left of my essence,
waiting to taste the desperation.

The abyss of sorrow
I have accumulated
as the years went by.

 

[Auda]

Sky

Your eyes like sunrise.

Your lips like sunsets.

Beginning till end.

I look for you.

 

[Auda]

Fickle.

His heart was a weak fragile thing,
seemingly determined to always fall in love,
and always be hurt.

 

[Auda]

Penance

I am only worth as much as you think I am,
my handle made for your hands.

kneeling on ragged bed rocks,
As I crawl to you.

As If I'm asking for penance to the false god,
just to kiss your feet.

Because that's all I am and will ever be to you.