romanticizing my life through poetry.
mid-november and I’m at your door,
longing for your warmth,
to flannel me from this cold.
but, to my dismay, no one answered.
your love burns for someone new,
and I shouldn’t have took the risk
to flame the love we had before.
— joannachse
It has been a long time since you moved away to a different City. Since then, I have been thinking about what would be the kind of life you’ll have there, would you like it there, or not? Would you gain so many friends, or would you explore the great, great places until you’ll get familiarized by it? Or maybe, would you forget about me?
As I sat and hit by the swirling thoughts, that there’s a big world outside this town, my heart longs for a place that doesn’t know me. All I can see where we’ve grown together is a place of memories I can only have with myself, a blur of which sets us apart geographically, and in the hope of meeting you once again.
to fall in-love
feels like a ray
of sunlight on
my skin, warm
and yellow—
i watch as it
rise and go
to fall in-love
is being mesmerized
as it grows on you,
the peace and calm
just like a tree’s swaying
by—hands are open wide
to fall in-love
is a beautiful thing
I love how he makes
every fiber in me
alive and bewitched.
it aches my heart
of something
and someone
of how i long
not to get pretend
around anyone
i miss how it
smells like home
of how the sun
kisses my shadow
until then, i would
stare up every night
to wait for the stars
and maybe, maybe
i could find them there
waving, shining, smiling
and wishing i could
just walk right into them
Summer of ’23
It’s stuck and
scorching in me
No, this is humid
Sticking hairs and
its sticking sweat
The wind in heat;
the sun in its beat
Here and there
feels dusty
It all slayed in me
Waves and ripples
Blues in its color
it surfs down streched
its salty water
I drank on bench
Summer of ’23
You were not
the same as
all those
summers ago―
I hope to forget
about you.
― joannachse
Most often, I think of you. How could my heart be rattled and shake with so much emotion just by the appearance of your name? I don’t know, too.
It’s quite like I knew you too deep and well, when in fact you just held those conversations. For me, it seems real, though.
You are just like that, maybe to everyone. That’s what I thought. Our knowing each other is only temporal. I hate how it’s true.
But then, it’s nice to know someone like you. It’s great, what could be the other word? And I hope, we’ll meet somewhere―not too soon, though―enough to realize, we are each other’s “after all this time.”
― joannachse
how can someone
you haven’t met
would mean anything
so much to you
and how could
a heart would burst
for something so
unhinged and unsure
― joannchse
love is a song
in my soul
i couldn’t sing
i couldn’t breathe
my heart doesn’t
strum in its string
from each notes
to every beat
love is a sun
in between the
skies and ocean
while the brids
hitting their wings
flying each feather
rising above together
love is every
poetry that i write
felt and seen
from my skin
to my bones―
and all these words
are the things
that kept me
until all that i endure
will mend me
― joannachse
and i hope to give them
all the best in return
if the time would go slow
before the ages of sorrow
i count on the universe
that it would seem care
and plead with tears
“give them more time,
give them more life.”
because in their silvered-hair
were tainted of old love
that i seemed to never
understand when i was young.
Waltzing into the spring
of the new month
The beginning of an end
to start something anew
As the trees would grow
as the autumn leaves behind
Then let all the beautiful things
be born and be mine
joannachse