Category: 11th

Flowers can still grow from dry mounds
Stars shine and twinkle even on the ground
Icy hearts can melt into warmth unbound
And in the most unexpected places, love shall be found.

Lost in Wonderland
Do I truly belong
where sense makes no sense
and normality is wrong?
But haven’t we all ached for a Wonderland
all along
Hoping to bid societal norms
good bye and so long?

They say she awaited her knight in shining armor
that she was destined to be rescued
But she wasn’t just a pretty little face
Here’s how the story truly ensued:
Tired of waiting in the tower so tall
She hung her hair on a hook and let the tresses fall
Down the golden mane she slid to the grassy green
She didn’t need a manly savior, for she was a queen.
She was not a trophy to be won
but a beautiful soul to be cherished
No price could ever be placed on
the glow of her face that never diminished.

The voices inside my head
sing different lyrics to life’s song
One tells me to dwell in strength and hope
another urges me to simply play along
One calls forward to center stage
the cold and calculative human sagacity
And one beckons with a twinge of remorse
the sensitive and senseless heart in me

Once passionate hearts, now gone astray
Our star-crossed love left to decay
“Unforgettable” memories turned old and gray
It seems only our bodies have chosen to stay

Contaminated by the touch of human hands
his blue tinge crumbled to insubstantial powder
Although the color of his wings had faded
the butterfly still flew, higher and prouder

A voice
although young and feeble
is as wise and seraphic
as an angel’s
If only that voice
was taught to be proud
To put forward those profundities
up front and out loud

The moon’s glow is unparalleled
yet the glow of the night sky is not hers alone
So I’ll be a small star beside you
You don’t have to shine all on your own

Whether we are as sure as night and day
Is not something that I can say
For the stars seem to twinkle with delight
At the thought of a different sort of life

I used to say that life is clear for me—
the crystal water of a shoreline,
bewitching blue
reflects against my face.

The water was still and tranquil,
as if it were a turquoise blanket,
the finest silk, caressing
in gentle motions.

A sapphire sky
and amber sun lay above me,
watching me meticulously.
I felt at peace for once.

But it turns out
it’s all some sick facade.
And that once clear water
turned murky and ill-lit,
hitting me with unforeseeable waves.

I wanted to move my gaze away from the water,
but I couldn’t move at all.
I was paralyzed, trapped in my body,
forced to watch helplessly.

Darkness clouded the sky,
numbing my skin
painting it
a pale porcelain.

I faded into the water without protest,
Leaving myself to sink
underneath the howling waves,
plaguing my body and suffocating my mind.

Deeper and deeper I drop,
choking on salt,
breathing in tides,
and embracing the water.