Category: My Poetry

  • To Morning Moments

    Yuka

    One day the sun will no longer rise, & The stars will be taken down, & The moon will turn off. But for now, today is the present, Wrapped in a luminous bow My eyes open as light beams through my blinds, A glow on my pale pink sheets My ears perk at the patter… Read more

  • small talk

    Yuka

    i hate the serious conversations. the expression of feelings  dew starts to collect within the corner of my eyes  a lump that grows in my throat  jaw clenched so tight it must be pried open why speak…when rather i could hide. i hate growing up. Read more

  • A Boy That’s A Friend

    Yuka

    You were never really my “boyfriend.”  We were never official, but I saw you every week. We painted rocks, did puzzles, kept each other company on slow nights at work…kissed me after I told you that I loved you.  Sometimes I wonder if I ever truly loved you or were you just great with your… Read more