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[3amcorners]

Gladiolus

This flower I held dear for a year, When did it become this way? For the petals to turn dark as night, shuddering at the sight of light. The one I called “beloved,” The flower’s life fading so quickly, Smiles of its sepals fall away.

How it used to bloom in me life: A symbiosis between the flower and I. When rainclouds used to be all I see, And light would no longer dare touch this world, That is what I clung to, In the same way that it clung to me with its roots; Root hairs mark my arm with scars. And together, the rainclouds and light did not matter. Because it was just a world of the flower and me.

But it’s going away now, And I too will lose that life — that light. With ease, it gives up easily Without batting an eye, The gleaming petals begin to fall, too. I’ve already lost sight of my dearest’s name, Trying to recall it merely hurts, Choking on ghostly words.

So, I’d crumple the withering petals between my fingers, Smearing the crisp leaflet into my grooves of my fingertips Just so it’d stay longer on this world — The decaying pieces stain my hands, And I bury my face so I too can be covered by its taints Just so I would remember it in some way, One piece of the ash scatters in the wind and falls on my tongue, Then I remember the name of the withered flower:

Gladiolus— The name repeats. Gladiolus— Scorching the tips of my tongue. Gladiolus — Burned into my memories with a smile.

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Let’s Let Them Go

These scars that adorn our skins, Dark marks they’ve left behind Of the past that stains our memories Let’s let them become bubbles That can come off our bodies— Heal and mend ourselves a new For the thoughts that ravel our mind, That tangle us from within, Put under pressure to hide away, Let’s let them become clouds in our sky: Watching them make shapes we could point out While you and I lay together under this brilliant sky The tears we have cried, Ones that seeped out accidentally Ones that we scold whenever they come out Let’s let them become our prism To create the atmosphere So our sky and reality can be full of colors Apart and a part of us The past we hold onto Let’s let them become the paint we make To create a new day

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from a comet 10000 years ago

How I long to be enveloped, Caught in the tangles of an aroma That was quickly escapes my senses Into nothingness, Craving to fall in step with that wave To be intwined as one once again But would you come catch me flying into your orbit? Or would you blindly let this silly meteor slip its way past your atmosphere? Would you let me go that easily? My fingers are slipping from your grasp And soon, I’ll be quick to plunge back Out of sync, Out of time, Out of step, You and I fall back once again. Away and away we’d fall Till I no longer see your light anymore And alone I swim In the ocean of stars, Wishing on each one, To see you once more.

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A Large Happy Jar

In a large jar, That I tend to with extra care, That is where people ask for help — They ask if I could hold something dear to them. A toothy grin, I let them drop what they want, Things they treasured, That sparkled and glinted in their eyes, And gratefully, they would come back to retrieve them Because with extra caution, and extra care, Without blinking an eye, I would tend to that special jar for them: My happy jar for all. But days turned to weeks, Where many would drop their things and leave, And would fail to return, The jar is filling up. With shaking hands, Under the weight of the filled container, Did I hold my jar, Waiting for when the owners will return, But more people came instead, Happily they’d come by and ask, Without noticing my fingers slipping from under the jar, Or the cracks in the glass from the gifts pushing against the wall, Squished against the glass, The gifts try to find their own space to reside in. And everytime I would nod with glee, Letting them sit their gifts in my jar, But it pressed harder against the glass, And the cracks were showing more and more. They weren’t coming back, Weeks turned into months, And the joys they held dear, That I held with extra care, Began to grow dark, Melting into one another. I tried to fix it, Reaching my hand in to separate them, But it was no use: They had grown on top of each other, Stuck against the glass walls. Yet, people still came to drop off more, Hiding it away in tape, I nod and let them carry on, And again they didn’t come back The pressure — I forgot about the pressure It built and built. Suddenly, the jar breaks apart, Glass shards splinter my skin, Covered in the muck of the forgotten gifts, I try to gather it back up sheepishly, Eyes of passerbys stare at the mess of blood red and black. But more dirt and more blood spill, Falling into my punctured wounds And all over my arms and legs — Body feeling heavier than before. Still, my large jar of happiness must be taken care of Because the owners may come back for their gifts soon. So with extra caution and extra care, I shall tend to these heavy gifts, With a big smile on my face And with my large happy jar.

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when will there actually be an escape from all of this?

Escape, How I wonder if there is any: The word too escapes my thoughts — Too foreign to me. So could I escape? I wonder.

Drown, How I wonder if that is all I can do: The word floods my mind and body— A futile sea that fills me. So would I drown here? I wonder.

Breathe, How I wonder if I’ll do that once again: The word is blown away from my grasp — The last support that would help me. So could I breathe again? I wonder.

Trapped, How I wonder if that is where my fate lies: The word is inevitable, As I lay in this dark sea, Ensnared by the grips of the waters, That dig deep into my core, Erasing me into seafoam and sand Or the creatures that lurk in this unknown. No longer can I escape here, No longer can I breathe here, No longer will I wonder; Here is where I will drown, Where the salt will burn itself in my throat and lungs, Where I shall live and die.