A Collection of Short Poems Vol. 2

1.

And what if flowers

picked themselves,

broke their stems

& plucked their petals.

All because they saw the damage

we do to ourselves,

and mistake it for beauty.

2.

Walking through the maroon painted walls of the art gallery,

I found myself starting almost too long at large painting of a fallen lion.

It was mesmerising, to look at this once ferocious beast and now tired -

almost gentle giant.

The king of the jungle was submitting to his defeat, and somehow he felt proud all the same.

Then I realised that although this beautiful creature had a reputation of being the greatest of them all; this high an mighty king was okay with failure, it gave him more courage.

Looking at this painted lion, I found inner peace with myself.

3.

you're like a vampire, but instead of your fangs piercing my skin they pierce my soul; instead of feeding on my blood you drain me of emotions. sucking every inch of feelings i ever ha, now my body is in a drought.

you're like a vampire, you avoid mirrors because you're afraid of what might look back at you. i wonder if you see yourself in the reflection of my eyes and see what you've done to yourself; you're doing to me.

4.

I have an endless fascination with autumn

The way the world smells

Like pumpkin spice & cinnamon.

& no matter how chilly it gets outside,

Somehow I always feel cozy and safe.

& wasn't in autumn when we first met?

I remember leaves falling from the tree,

Just as I was falling for you.

& the rain pattering down, down my window

Singing to me a lullaby of you.

As the autumn wind rushes by me, it whispers

everything will be alright.