Dried Flower

 inspired by Yuuri, from a song with the same title

 

Crumpled at the edges

Hollowed stems that used to 

be sturdy holding us strong

A slight tug is all it needed

For us to sway and fall to pieces 

Dulled colour till browned

What was once fragrant

now smells like moldy air

A day or two more we could stay

Before black and ashes we became

No more water could freshen us up

Upside down, we were tied 

right next to the sun

Over abundance of nutrient I gave us once

Now stem blackens, infected

Still crumpled at the edges

Now the petals had fallen out

Overflowed with too much

care and love

Too porous to hold onto

Once a brightly exciting bouquet

turned black as death

negligence swells the wound

stench welcoming the air

I had once adored our love

Savouring the colours it painted my life

Thinking that I could preserve it

Looking forward to contain it

But before I could hang it dry

so that it will be everlasting

An untimely death beckoning

as the water I had poisoned

Repeated Sinner

Words

are a  mixture of letters

that made sounds when clumped together

creating spells both enchanting and poisonous

Words

are the melody I sang to You

so beautiful like a sprouting flower

blooming ever so healthily

only to realize the lack of fragrance

Words

that I poured out countless

hoping to be heard

are mere empty promises made

for actions, I don't partake

 

Loud coming out from the mouth

                                        but silent for gestures unseen 

 

Cemented

Change is inevitable

"I'll show a different me."
I made a pact
A new beginning to a new surrounding
Abandoning the old me aside
As I returned, silence impending

"I'll change to a better me."
I took an oath
To start fresh with a blank canvas
With bright colours painted
When I visited, muscle hurt smiling

"I'll be the best version of me."
I roared
Silencing my old life to start anew
Snoozing on friends and isolating
Because I went back the same, to the corner of my bed

I kept on changing, but stayed the same.

Capability to Change

I am a stagnant water
Collecting dust and rainwater
Level rising in this contained walls
Waiting to be released, to run free
Waiting for an overflow

I am a stagnant water
Collecting moss and unidentified creatures
Turning green, gross and grimy
Waiting to be cleaned, to be changed
Waiting to be thrown away

I am a stagnant water
People poke holes on my concrete walls
Building a running water system
Waiting for a cleaner liquid, oxygenated
Waiting for a salvation

Still I am a stagnant water
Long collected debris and dirt
Hand-in-had forming an alliance
Blocking the holes, blocking options
Blocking all hopes and solutions