My Brother

My brother
is silent.
He does not 
ask heart-wrenching questions.
He comforts me
with sibling rivalry
Letting me know
that nothing
has changed.

At least,
with him.

New Wishes

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Wishes to you that your life will reflect your ideals, passions, and complete love in the coming year.

Today I am thankful for the love and support I have received from the most beautiful people in the world: my family, including my fiancee, my best friends, and all of you.

Tomorrow, I look forward to all the surprises, turmoils, hardships, and beautifully simple moments to be revealed to us all.

Much love to all of you beautiful souls,

Red

 

P.S. Expect some reflections and resolutions. I love you all.

Criminals in the Dark

Falling asleep
in your
arms is
like
oracles
veering
everywhere.

I felt like
a criminal
as I softly
whispered in the dark
secrets
wishes
all I ever dreamed of
in your ears
while you wavered in
and out of
consciousness.

Did I tell you?
My dream was real
I was really there with
you.
But you never remembered
because your eyes
were glass
and covered in
ash.English: Typical criminals from group 1 1

A Faceless Man

The girl with the
covered
eyes.
You
You
& you
Let the nightmares
Whisper
Won’t you let the
Shadow
Won’t you
Let your
Face be a
Broken mirror
They left the phone
Off the hook
While the faceless
One stole
Your innocence
Again
Again
Headless words I let
Spill from my
foolish
tongue
I’m sorry.

 

Side note: Drawings inspired by 1. random doodles
during class and 2. a film I’m
about to post.

A Critique of a Heart

Continued
Silence
a dream is a
dream you can’t count
on.
Thoughts cycle
violently tossed.
Swift counterparts
continually stalk
the ever-changing
time.
Wishing for a
love
as deep as
the sea.
I’ve found a
rhythm.
A beat to
sync a
single kiss to.
Sing a simplicity
as great as
history’s path.
You critique my
ambiguity.
You laugh at my
heart.
Take a deep
breathe and begin
again.
I dare you.

Quatorze – Post Six-Hundred-Eighty-Nine

I Am: This poem:

I’m the girl swaying in the wind
I’ve got all sorts of gadgets hanging from my neck
‘Cause I don’t want to risk losing a moment with you.

I found I loved how your eyes glisten with the sun
With the simple snap of a button.
I discovered a world of intrigue in your hands
With a soft click.
I’ve forever captured the way you walk in Autumn
& if you listen real close, you can hear the sound of the leaves beneath your feet.
I’ve silenced your laugh, but I’ll always hear it ringing in my ears.
I’ve frozen that smile in your eyes …

So I’ll never forget the taste of your smile
The sweet scent of your laugh
Or the feel of your walk beside me
Because I’m the girl swaying in the wind
& I’ve got all sorts of gadgets hanging around my neck
Just so I never forget,
Never lose,

A moment with fleeting you.

Carry On – Post Six-Hundred-Fifty-Seven

I’m thoroughly excited. I signed up for 2 fall classes. One regards poetry, and the other novel writing. I can’t wait to get back into school! How exciting it will all be.

I still haven’t decided what language I want to study for 2 years for my associates. Maybe I’ll do one of my heritage languages. I have so many to choose from. Portuguese, perhaps?

Red Hero will be 3 years old on the 18th. I do hope I don’t forget it this year and post something late. I don’t even know what I’m going to post, yet. I suppose I should start brainstorming . . .

Also, I bought a trunk for It. It’s a beautiful military trunk. It will hold all my precious completed items and photos of my adventures with It. (: I can’t wait to start filling it up.

Carry on, I fairly say to you.
I’ve no right to ponder your iniquities.
Don’t you realize I love you all the same?
For your battles, for your triumphs,
For your failures; for you.

Au revoir,

Gigi

Sing, Nightingale – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Two

I’ve lost a love,
& loved during a loss.
The pain of a story untold,
Unbearably cold and trite.
A Nightingale in the night,
Her mournful song portrays
Those who’ve relinquished their fears
Upon a storybook revelation.
The tearful girl, she ran away
The searing pain too ruthless for her tender heart.
The Nightingale, she sings again.
Mourning the loss of tender innocence and love.

 Au revoir,

Gigi

Stubborn Love, Hopeless March – Post Six-Hundred-Thirty-Nine

Listen, sweet love
To the terror of her heart
As you sweep in too close
Hopelessly she closes her eyes
Feeling the breath of a lover upon her lips
Her fear is relinquished, the damage is naught.
She’s fallen again, though to fight she ought.

Listen to this song. It’s so wondrous. I love new discoveries (: any one of you have any suggestions?

Au revoir,

Gigi

P.S. Poem located below video is my own. 

No More, Haunting Yesterday – Post Six-Hundred-Twenty-Three

No more, haunting yesterday.
No more will you grasp my throat.
Many a tear I shed over your selfish obsession,
But no more do you have a hold over my path.
You’ve strangled the breath out of me, you had crushed my sweet hope,
But no more will I dwell among the rubble that was you.
I’ve begun a foundation upon what is solid and true
I’ve started to build a new sight.
I see the path I am meant to tread,
The path you blocked from my vision.
Creep and sneak you may,
Back into what you think you know,
What you think has not changed,
But you’ll only come to find
What is left of what you shattered with your wandering heart.

 Au revoir,

Gigi