A Train to Autumn

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violet,

(in caption)

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slipping behind the curtains
hiding inside the closet
tiptoeing through life
I'm afraid to face the bullets
I once slit my wrist
and the rainbows dripped
i was afraid to be seen
so i had them clipped
i kissed a girl once
who bled rainbows too
she said i wasn't different
just had an uncommon hue
i remember i'd crawl
under my mother's bed
and would cry rivers
whenever i felt dread
my mother would run
her fingers through my hair
and would tell me how strong
I was, to even care
I wonder if she'd say the same
if i showed her my hues
will she make truce with it
or find it undue


©eayra_

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Hang me out,
out in the sun
for my blood to dry
and my skin to burn
but keep me tacked,
with your clothespin
for i might drift away
when my demons win


©eayra_

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PEOPLE

/in caption/

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you're
too good
to be caged
in words

/in caption/

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AFTER RAIN


(in caption)

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The heartaches that I sang
to a fuzz of dandelion,
I saw them drifting apart
along with the suave breeze.
I stood there,
with mouthful of apologies
and eyes dripping with hopes.
Even bidding farewell to all the pain
wasn't as dreamy as I thought it'd be.
I had laid bare
some darkest blemishes of me
and wished for the things
that reflected my creases
Though my heart felt lighter
I also felt a sting in my chest
Maybe a reminder
that the dandelions knew it all..

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I have poetries
written under my sleeve
that gape at nights
and bleed as I grieve
they aren't inked blue
but an eerie shade of red
blank-versed like my sanity
as it lulls me to bed

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Eyes full of rain
in a midsummer night
butterflies in my gut
lying dead with fright
I feed you spoonful
of half-hearted apologies
to lull your rage
and my creeping anxieties
I reach for your heart
but your flames burn me
My teardrops narrate
what my butterflies can't see
Love is not always
giggles and peachy cheeks
It's more about the pain,
and the heartbreaks it wreaks

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