Dripping Honey:
A Collection of Poetry and Prose
Role: Writer
Production date: September 2021 - Present
Battle Cry
I should’ve called out to you like you called out to me. a breathless sigh, waiting to be noticed, yet with eyes that are bright. Instead, I watched you go and I felt my throat hitch in the most awful of ways. Ripped from its natural virtue, my words were stolen by you.
Lighthouse
Surrounded by deep blue
I’m lonely,
not lost.
a beacon for others
covered in rust.
They pass,
I stay
my nights wilt away,
I rot under the covers
surpassing delay.
My Good Earth
I’ll wait -
From when the warm sun fades and the good earth turns golden in its delight.
When the leaves wither and pity the branches from the ground.
When the snow lay upon the land.
When the changing of the winds wakes up the good earth.
All through the rains that bring fields of color.
I’ll wait for you forever.
Beyond uncertain doubts that the wind will falter and the kiss of the good earth shall take me in its reign.
Only then I ponder if the warm sun was meant for me, or if the leaves will pity myself, rather than the branches
But loyal and in love
I’ll wait -