there is something so dreamlike

there is something so dreamlike

a certain fashion

a turn of events

of green lights... suspense

sped through

for me to find myself staring at my childhood bedroom

with you

of all the lives I could have picked

why this?

why succumb to the numbness of the brain

the stillness of my fingers

when in another life of cinders

you would be the match against my blocks

screaming and spewing and sputtering

of ideas more than enough

than the simpletones to lull you asleep

a hushed child

as i whisper my stories

to the rothschild

gripping my throat

i can hardly heave a breathe

as for the sickly wet

thought of afterlife, of current, of future and past

makes my eyes gleam of both wonder and our lasts

goodbyes, good morning

your charismatic greetings

into the hearts a beating

my heart was beating

the stare of a million eyes

a flight of butterflies

warms up my stomach

this is what I wanted, isn’t it?

but then tears roll down

furious and wanting

of a life that was taken away

stolen land

stolen hands

stolen sands

our stolen dance

for now all that remains

is a memory etched into the souls of grandchildren who will never know our name

of inspirations now just an echo into lost and empty brains

so let us sit in silence

and let us take a moment to ingrain

what is left of us

of humanity, of love and laughter and life

before it’s all up

engulfed

in flames

about the poet

My name is Helena Xu, and I'm a third year CS student residing in Toronto, Canada. I've recently reconnected with writing and think of poetry as a form of expressing my often strong, and sentimental emotions. I enjoy writing about love, relationships, and the usual thought-pondering dramatics of what it means to be human and/or the meaning of life. I love cats, antique shops, and my dear family and friends.