Laconic means "To say a lot using only a few words". This poet aims to reach people with their poetry and help them feel seen. Too many people feel lonely, even in a world with 8.2 billion others in it.
English
I find our memories sometimes, Pressed into the corners of jeans pockets, Buried like dirt and indifference, Old napkins and notes, With promises long forgotten. Fading ink mixing with worn-out moments, Writhing from the neglect, Aching to come back, To make the false true again. It all blends together sometimes,
Poem
I hide wishes under my pillow, Wishes with your name on them, Prayers I secretly hope would find you, And whisper all my dreams in your ear slowly, So that you know, I never want you to leave. Careful confessions while looking at you through my lashes, Hiding from truths
English
I have a fear in me. Fear of everything around me. 'Cause they used what they had as a weapon. They used what they didn't have to tame me. Doors were slammed as a warning. But the silence is what tore me. They used what they had
I wonder how it is, To be so filled with life, That the sun makes a home of your lips, And fills the world with warmth every time you smile. I wonder how it is, To be so incredibly alive, That the night seems to reside in the pitch black