Eyes After Everything Ends

The houses rotted,

The roads cracked and slowly eroded,

Power lines toppled,

And trees retook the place of grass.

Lives had finished,

Completed, but never replaced,

Leaving everything behind

For the mildew and quiet to claim.

Everyone had gone,

And they left a fragmented remembrance,

The ruins of excess

And poverty adapted into shadow palaces.

 

When everyone goes

I only hope there will be ghosts,

So someone could see

The beautiful remains of our failures.

 

The arguments died,

All sides are eventually silenced.

Grief lost her way

Without any survivors to guide her.

Indecisions without resolve,

Like half-empty beds and unfinished poems

Revert back to objects

Removed from anxiety and desire.

Landscapes of thought

Retaining echos without sound.

 

When everything falls

I hope to see what happens then.

To see how unknowable

Our intentions and dreams become.

 

 

 

 

Between Us

Slow connections,

The kind that sink into you like a sickness,

Innocent conversations

That grow into hooks strung between our chests.

We understand our world

By seeing it through each other’s words,

Our gazes and movements

Imparting wisdom only we can comprehend.

Reason and purpose,

They’re ours as disciples of one another.

In peace or war

We’re formidable as fortified emotions.

Tragedy is our past.

Romance is our blissful tragic future.

With cake and tension

We unload and collapse in each other’s voids.

Our dresses complimentary,

My blue, your red, wrapped in purple sheets.

We own our faults,

Our secrets our own to whisper in confidence.

Shameless desire,

Alive and secure within our bounds.

A Message For My WordPress Followers

If you’re reading this, I’m sure you know how much it means to know that someone appreciates what you do. Even if it’s a simple ‘like’ now and again, the fact that someone cares enough to do so, and maybe even relates to what you’re saying, is precious.

I’m writing this because my experience with you all on WordPress has been a wonderful one. It’s fulfilling to see my writing acknowledged and even appreciated for what it is. When people respond to something you made, it gratifies you in a way that isn’t quite comparable to anything else I’m aware of. It’s allowed me to justify what I do, given me the confidence to continue, and inspired me to pursue my craft even further.

To that end, I’ve created a patreon page in hopes of finding enough support to spend more time with my creative writing. I’m not expecting anything, but it would help me immensely to pursue my goals, create new things, and connect with you all a little more. It’s a new idea to me, so I’m still figuring things out and open to suggestions, but if anyone cares to join me I’ll be appreciative beyond words. I’m offering exclusive content to all patrons, and handwritten original poems for mid to high tiers.

Again, thank you for being here with me. I’ll still be publishing here regularly, but if you care to support my work on a higher level it would mean the world.

-Sanya E. Walma

Beautiful Things

Such lovely stories from the eyes of your mind.

Such touching expressions you stain into my heart.

Your passions, confessions, fantasies, and fears

Like tender glances from your innermost thought.

It’s hard not to love these glimpses at your soul,

To empathize with all your pains and projections.

That you could expose them to such a cruel world

and they could reach someone like me, is precious.

Too much do I wander through days, uninspired.

Savoring what little beauty I can find,

So writers and artists like you are a pleasure

For animating those fragments of your creative mind.

As long as we suffer, we can always bleed beauty.

As long as we love, we can always paint hearts.

Whatever we see, our minds will never cease,

To transform our perceptions into pieces of art.

I’ve always been enamored with beautiful things,

Things that stir passions, provoke emotion, and inspire.

An open heart creates, and whispers words into another.

Connections are created from those loves and desires.

Together we transcend the confines of physicality,

Imaginative souls carrying worlds to explore.

To be honest, this intimacy is simply described,

It’s the beautiful things of your mind I adore.