🥀Stranger🥀
In the silence of the night
You said goodbye
This hit so hard
My tears are heavy
Carrying my feelings
We talked about everything
Except what's on our minds
It's like the craziest place to be
You're my worst familiar stranger
You left with a part of me
And I'm still bleeding,
Believing in recovery
I wake up everyday,
wondering if you're ok
I know it's over
But my heart's a dreamer
You know all my secrets
And you're now a stranger
It's hard to move on
When we keep asking
What could have been
But...It's funny how we adjust
Like scary eyes in the dark night
#review
#poem
#RosemeneSaintLouis🥀
In the silence of the night
You said goodbye
This hit so hard
My tears are heavy
Carrying my feelings
We talked about everything
Except what's on our minds
It's like the craziest place to be
You're my worst familiar stranger
You left with a part of me
And I'm still bleeding,
Believing in recovery
I wake up everyday,
wondering if you're ok
I know it's over
But my heart's a dreamer
You know all my secrets
And you're now a stranger
It's hard to move on
When we keep asking
What could have been
But...It's funny how we adjust
Like scary eyes in the dark night
#review
#poem
#RosemeneSaintLouis🥀
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/the sky that fell/.
to the sky
that fell on the
palm of my poems:
when I asked
for your number,
what I really
meant was;
//I saw you
in reverie once//.
you took a human
form to live on
the line of my
imaginations,
when I woke up,
I still couldn't
fasten up the urge
to introduce myself.
so I vanished,
to a place where
I still couldn't gather
the courage behind the scourge
to say before galaxies,
"you're beautiful."
so I say,
"you remind me
of the wand flowers
my Momma showed me yesterday,"
to which you said,
"_______________."
whatever happens next,
is a sign before the sky
called celestial,
a signal for me to reignite the stars
and confect your scars,
to our beautiful,
and I want to swallow
every sad and bitter
thing that has happened
to you before me,
and conquer the sound
of your every instrument,
before you play my ribs
like the strings of your
favorite guitar.
everyday I want
to hold you
like you're the only thing
my palms have ever touched.
I'm sorry Miss, me?
I just can't let you
go anymore,
and to anybody that
asks me if you're
my girlfriend,
"No, she's my language.
I speak her.
And, me?
I'm her favorite page."
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
to the sky
that fell on the
palm of my poems:
when I asked
for your number,
what I really
meant was;
//I saw you
in reverie once//.
you took a human
form to live on
the line of my
imaginations,
when I woke up,
I still couldn't
fasten up the urge
to introduce myself.
so I vanished,
to a place where
I still couldn't gather
the courage behind the scourge
to say before galaxies,
"you're beautiful."
so I say,
"you remind me
of the wand flowers
my Momma showed me yesterday,"
to which you said,
"_______________."
whatever happens next,
is a sign before the sky
called celestial,
a signal for me to reignite the stars
and confect your scars,
to our beautiful,
and I want to swallow
every sad and bitter
thing that has happened
to you before me,
and conquer the sound
of your every instrument,
before you play my ribs
like the strings of your
favorite guitar.
everyday I want
to hold you
like you're the only thing
my palms have ever touched.
I'm sorry Miss, me?
I just can't let you
go anymore,
and to anybody that
asks me if you're
my girlfriend,
"No, she's my language.
I speak her.
And, me?
I'm her favorite page."
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
The wet weather in the winter months
_____________________________________
Amidst the deep slumber,
Heard I the loud thunder;
The droplets were in number,
That made me not remember.
Rejoicing in the cool ambience,
Forgot I the homework:
And danced with the dalliance,
Making myself look like a berserk.
Granny rushed to say,
"For God sake Child,
Put your slippers under your foot!"
While I scowled uttering,
"No, I love the cold marbles!"
And continued pressing my feet to the ground,
And she, walked off profanities muttering!
As I looked out the window,
My imagination turned aglow,
Walked I haste to kitchen,
As I going to the unknown Aachen!
Quickly made a black tea,
Sat on the balcony as an attendee,
Drank the hot tea in swift,
Like a man to slake the thirst,
Enjoying the rain sat I,
The winter drizzle making my mood Berry!
- Aliya Aqeela M. M
#review #rainpoem
_____________________________________
Amidst the deep slumber,
Heard I the loud thunder;
The droplets were in number,
That made me not remember.
Rejoicing in the cool ambience,
Forgot I the homework:
And danced with the dalliance,
Making myself look like a berserk.
Granny rushed to say,
"For God sake Child,
Put your slippers under your foot!"
While I scowled uttering,
"No, I love the cold marbles!"
And continued pressing my feet to the ground,
And she, walked off profanities muttering!
As I looked out the window,
My imagination turned aglow,
Walked I haste to kitchen,
As I going to the unknown Aachen!
Quickly made a black tea,
Sat on the balcony as an attendee,
Drank the hot tea in swift,
Like a man to slake the thirst,
Enjoying the rain sat I,
The winter drizzle making my mood Berry!
- Aliya Aqeela M. M
#review #rainpoem
#review The Ultimate tool of Every Writer
We can say,” we all have a writer in us”. Because to become a writer it is not necessary to be someone with a Ph.D. in literature or someone who has read hundreds of books or probably has taken a course on how to write. Most of us have just developed some basic skills which we use and practice a lot. No one can deny the fact that writing an essay, forming sentences, or simply writing a note to ourselves is taught to us at elementary school. Almost all of us use the same in our everyday life.
What makes a writer so different is their observation of the environment and their imagination power. Both go hand in hand. We can always get better at English but these two skills take years to develop.
Let me give you an example, suppose you and your friend who is a writer go for a walk every morning at the park, now what you will see or observe in your surrounding is fresh air, people walking/running, trees and sound of birds. Your friend who is a writer will look at people, observe them, and will form characters of his upcoming story in his head, he will look at the park and probably will create a scene of his story. He will always have a small notebook in which he will scribble whatever comes to his mind no matter what he is doing or where he is. This is why you will never find a writer multitasking and this is the ultimate tool that every existing or would-be professional writer requires and uses.
When you observe things closely you know that everything has its backstory, its own characteristic, and its own essence. Every man or woman in this world possesses different characteristics from each other, we react differently in different situations.
For a writer, if he masters the skill of close observation and imagination, he is golden. Now all he needs is to link everything which also takes practice.
Look at the ancient texts, at that time there were no cameras to take pictures no recorders to have any recordings of the words said. The whole world relied on those manuscripts written by people at the time and we all imagined and created the characters accordingly in our heads. Those writers only had observation and their imagination as their tools to write.
Anyone can practice these and become a great writer and these tools are absolutely free.
Now, how do we work upon these skills? As we all know these simple skills take time to develop and master.
When we were in elementary school we were taught to imagine right from The Thirsty Crow story to how our heart looks when it pumps blood to our arteries just by showing some sketches. It was all “easy peasy lemon squeezy” till that time for us because we had years of practice. But when we step out of elementary school, we were introduced to the internet, which has almost answer to every question and even sometimes questions for every answer. Which ultimately wouldn’t require us to think or imagine or even look closely at something. It’s like the boy who was champion of basketball at school would still require practice to even score a goal after years of disengagement.
So how do we do it? We would be required to meditate and start focusing on our surrounding. Often we become unaware of what is going on around us because we are indulged at the screen of our phones. We would be required to stop multitasking to increase focus ultimately which gives our brain room to think and observe and create images and stories. Once we start observing the surrounding closely we notice everyone has their own version and perspectives. The sun could be seen rising at one place and could be setting on the other side. All we need to do is observe, think and imagine.
Something which looks so complex might be so easy and simple that it might only take some small steps of effort.
We can say,” we all have a writer in us”. Because to become a writer it is not necessary to be someone with a Ph.D. in literature or someone who has read hundreds of books or probably has taken a course on how to write. Most of us have just developed some basic skills which we use and practice a lot. No one can deny the fact that writing an essay, forming sentences, or simply writing a note to ourselves is taught to us at elementary school. Almost all of us use the same in our everyday life.
What makes a writer so different is their observation of the environment and their imagination power. Both go hand in hand. We can always get better at English but these two skills take years to develop.
Let me give you an example, suppose you and your friend who is a writer go for a walk every morning at the park, now what you will see or observe in your surrounding is fresh air, people walking/running, trees and sound of birds. Your friend who is a writer will look at people, observe them, and will form characters of his upcoming story in his head, he will look at the park and probably will create a scene of his story. He will always have a small notebook in which he will scribble whatever comes to his mind no matter what he is doing or where he is. This is why you will never find a writer multitasking and this is the ultimate tool that every existing or would-be professional writer requires and uses.
When you observe things closely you know that everything has its backstory, its own characteristic, and its own essence. Every man or woman in this world possesses different characteristics from each other, we react differently in different situations.
For a writer, if he masters the skill of close observation and imagination, he is golden. Now all he needs is to link everything which also takes practice.
Look at the ancient texts, at that time there were no cameras to take pictures no recorders to have any recordings of the words said. The whole world relied on those manuscripts written by people at the time and we all imagined and created the characters accordingly in our heads. Those writers only had observation and their imagination as their tools to write.
Anyone can practice these and become a great writer and these tools are absolutely free.
Now, how do we work upon these skills? As we all know these simple skills take time to develop and master.
When we were in elementary school we were taught to imagine right from The Thirsty Crow story to how our heart looks when it pumps blood to our arteries just by showing some sketches. It was all “easy peasy lemon squeezy” till that time for us because we had years of practice. But when we step out of elementary school, we were introduced to the internet, which has almost answer to every question and even sometimes questions for every answer. Which ultimately wouldn’t require us to think or imagine or even look closely at something. It’s like the boy who was champion of basketball at school would still require practice to even score a goal after years of disengagement.
So how do we do it? We would be required to meditate and start focusing on our surrounding. Often we become unaware of what is going on around us because we are indulged at the screen of our phones. We would be required to stop multitasking to increase focus ultimately which gives our brain room to think and observe and create images and stories. Once we start observing the surrounding closely we notice everyone has their own version and perspectives. The sun could be seen rising at one place and could be setting on the other side. All we need to do is observe, think and imagine.
Something which looks so complex might be so easy and simple that it might only take some small steps of effort.
On the canvas of universe, she is too small to be seen
On the surface of earth, she is too extreme to fit
She was born not to belong
Not to a nation
Not to a home
And not among her species
Rootless, her mind flys
Drowning she is, from dawn till dusk
Unsatisfying curiosity never leaves her
Paralyzed she is,
by the weight of her unravelling thoughts
By the eyes on her
By the world itself
She was born not to belong
Not to a society
Not to a soul
Not to life itself
Rootless she is
Filled with pain she is
Belonged she isn't,
any where
any land
any water
any planet
She longs to be out
Out of this world
Out of this universe
Perhaps from her very beginning she got off on the wrong stop
Her words, misjudged
Her thoughts, misunderstood
Her identity, unbeknownst
- N
#review #poem
On the surface of earth, she is too extreme to fit
She was born not to belong
Not to a nation
Not to a home
And not among her species
Rootless, her mind flys
Drowning she is, from dawn till dusk
Unsatisfying curiosity never leaves her
Paralyzed she is,
by the weight of her unravelling thoughts
By the eyes on her
By the world itself
She was born not to belong
Not to a society
Not to a soul
Not to life itself
Rootless she is
Filled with pain she is
Belonged she isn't,
any where
any land
any water
any planet
She longs to be out
Out of this world
Out of this universe
Perhaps from her very beginning she got off on the wrong stop
Her words, misjudged
Her thoughts, misunderstood
Her identity, unbeknownst
- N
#review #poem
To Be a Woman
With stars in the eyes
I came into the world
Dreaming to fly like a butterfly
Dad told me countless
I was his princess
But all I wanted
Was to be fearless
I went to school
Did pretty good
I worked so hard
And succeeded
But the world had other plans for a no-man
Girl you should settle
They starded to tell
You should get a man
While you get the chance
But I wasn't ready
To accept my duty
I wish I knew then
Celibacy was no sin
nor marriage "but" a win
Everyone should be free
To choose their own glee
Whether it's a ring
Or nothing.....at all
#review
#poem
#RosemèneSaintLouis🥀
With stars in the eyes
I came into the world
Dreaming to fly like a butterfly
Dad told me countless
I was his princess
But all I wanted
Was to be fearless
I went to school
Did pretty good
I worked so hard
And succeeded
But the world had other plans for a no-man
Girl you should settle
They starded to tell
You should get a man
While you get the chance
But I wasn't ready
To accept my duty
I wish I knew then
Celibacy was no sin
nor marriage "but" a win
Everyone should be free
To choose their own glee
Whether it's a ring
Or nothing.....at all
#review
#poem
#RosemèneSaintLouis🥀
saddest road.
by Authur Michael Tupu.
"in peace,
sons burry their fathers.
in war,
fathers burry their sons."
brothers, an ode to you,
you went down
the saddest road.
//oh you went oh furthest//.
when the world fights a war,
there are those who perish
from not knowing
there existed a battle.
a part of me
is holding back tears,
for i look for you
in places i know you
can't fit no more.
call me wind if you please,
for i know not how to weep
in secrecy.
i breathe, wait and hope
that my fears
are not only
that i lost you,
but I'll be able
to stomach the bruises
your departure printed
on this blood core.
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
by Authur Michael Tupu.
"in peace,
sons burry their fathers.
in war,
fathers burry their sons."
brothers, an ode to you,
you went down
the saddest road.
//oh you went oh furthest//.
when the world fights a war,
there are those who perish
from not knowing
there existed a battle.
a part of me
is holding back tears,
for i look for you
in places i know you
can't fit no more.
call me wind if you please,
for i know not how to weep
in secrecy.
i breathe, wait and hope
that my fears
are not only
that i lost you,
but I'll be able
to stomach the bruises
your departure printed
on this blood core.
#poetry #amtupu_ #review
I crave touch...
I'm not asking for much
I stopped praying years ago
Hands running on my body, in slow mo
There's no hand here though
I am marred, you know
Scared, wanting for waves to carry me, as they flow..
But I won't do so
I want it... but it's me who needs to row
I want your hands on me
Smoothing my soul, crease free
And that soft peck of glee
That's just what I ask for, trust me
But that hold frights me, you see
So I'm begging, to be clutched by thee
Smothered, not even gasping to flee
I'm yours... do me
Staring me, what do you see?
#poem
#review
I'm not asking for much
I stopped praying years ago
Hands running on my body, in slow mo
There's no hand here though
I am marred, you know
Scared, wanting for waves to carry me, as they flow..
But I won't do so
I want it... but it's me who needs to row
I want your hands on me
Smoothing my soul, crease free
And that soft peck of glee
That's just what I ask for, trust me
But that hold frights me, you see
So I'm begging, to be clutched by thee
Smothered, not even gasping to flee
I'm yours... do me
Staring me, what do you see?
#poem
#review
#review #Linville
#poetry
Why do you ignore me?
It seems I am a conspiracy
For the love mushrooms solitaire
My imagination in oceans
Stretching miles away
I thought of you
Surety my only concern
That my trust is halfway
My compulsive memory's
The one's we lost in facade
I admit I'm going
But ill return with sour
Will it add value
But for now it's satires
I still give you
And I steal take it
On earth unbearable lightness
But on Venus fly trap
Watching me at a distance
I'll still hold on to you
Standing besiged on rooftop
My hands stretched out
But as the cold creeps in
Conveyancing plea motion
But it's okay
It's life
#poetry
Why do you ignore me?
It seems I am a conspiracy
For the love mushrooms solitaire
My imagination in oceans
Stretching miles away
I thought of you
Surety my only concern
That my trust is halfway
My compulsive memory's
The one's we lost in facade
I admit I'm going
But ill return with sour
Will it add value
But for now it's satires
I still give you
And I steal take it
On earth unbearable lightness
But on Venus fly trap
Watching me at a distance
I'll still hold on to you
Standing besiged on rooftop
My hands stretched out
But as the cold creeps in
Conveyancing plea motion
But it's okay
It's life
To The Seasons.
Seasons that pass me by in varied mood,
As the impressionable land you leave a trace,
Molding sometime a delicate flower's sweet face,
Touching again with green the sombre wood,
Or drawing all beneath a snowy hood,
Am I not worthy as they have a place,
In your remembrance? Am I too base,
To know what weed and thorn have understood?
Fair vernal time,I need your quickening,
Even as the sleeping Earth! O summer heat,
Make flower and fruit in me that I bring,
Full hands to autumn when above me beat,
The serious winds ; and winter, make me strong
Like the glad music of your battle song.
#review
#Linville
#poetry
Seasons that pass me by in varied mood,
As the impressionable land you leave a trace,
Molding sometime a delicate flower's sweet face,
Touching again with green the sombre wood,
Or drawing all beneath a snowy hood,
Am I not worthy as they have a place,
In your remembrance? Am I too base,
To know what weed and thorn have understood?
Fair vernal time,I need your quickening,
Even as the sleeping Earth! O summer heat,
Make flower and fruit in me that I bring,
Full hands to autumn when above me beat,
The serious winds ; and winter, make me strong
Like the glad music of your battle song.
#review
#Linville
#poetry
/our ocean of love/
By Authur Michael Tupu
we're in the ocean of love,
voyaging across horizons,
of forever, blindfolded
of the violent tides around us.
but when the earth
shakes too hard to jiggle us,
we will hold on very tight,
gripping on to the waters.
we hope to discover gravity,
the moon, and the sun
behind these tides,
and be in silent conversations
with them.
when the cold currents
race against our battleship,
we will wage war against them,
sailing deep into the warzone,
with compassion and commitment.
when everything seems
to have fallen apart,
we will swim in this love together,
fighting against the waves,
and when we're tired,
we will come at truce
with the tides,
and convince them to carry us
towards the shore,
ebbing us away
from the violent storms,
to an island we've always known,
an island of solace,
an island full of love
#poetry
#amtupu_
#review
By Authur Michael Tupu
we're in the ocean of love,
voyaging across horizons,
of forever, blindfolded
of the violent tides around us.
but when the earth
shakes too hard to jiggle us,
we will hold on very tight,
gripping on to the waters.
we hope to discover gravity,
the moon, and the sun
behind these tides,
and be in silent conversations
with them.
when the cold currents
race against our battleship,
we will wage war against them,
sailing deep into the warzone,
with compassion and commitment.
when everything seems
to have fallen apart,
we will swim in this love together,
fighting against the waves,
and when we're tired,
we will come at truce
with the tides,
and convince them to carry us
towards the shore,
ebbing us away
from the violent storms,
to an island we've always known,
an island of solace,
an island full of love
#poetry
#amtupu_
#review
I'm torn within "tides" and 'our ocean of love' for the title. Would you choose for me? Thank you.Revenge//
By Authur Michael Tupu
its brutal,
—to desist revenge.
you ache from the friction,
and burst into a beautiful flame,
you forge the finest piece of steel
that cuts thru every bitter wave, that you go thru.
but you're not
defined by your worst.
you're not the fire that yearns
for retaliation.
instead, you seek to reciprocate
all the energy that was invested into nurturing you up,
and try to forget how cold and wet they kept you, before now.
some days,
steel cuts itself,
and you bleed from wounds
that you indirectly inflict upon yourself.
some days you draw too close to the fire for warmth,
reminiscing how the cold used to cage you like a captive,
and now the heat of the fire like night tales tardily refreshes
your retentiveness and before you recollect, snap, you're burnt afresh.
then you
learn again, quickly,
how to find peace by the sea water,
away from the fire, canvassing the tides within you,
and you find yourself again,
the power within you, to find solace
all by yourself and discipline every dour will
that knocks heavily on your door for the exchange of unyielding thoughts.
i never want to revenge.
it burns. it hurts like a wound that's supposed to heal, but never will.
©a.m.tupu.
#review #poetry #amtupu_
By Authur Michael Tupu
its brutal,
—to desist revenge.
you ache from the friction,
and burst into a beautiful flame,
you forge the finest piece of steel
that cuts thru every bitter wave, that you go thru.
but you're not
defined by your worst.
you're not the fire that yearns
for retaliation.
instead, you seek to reciprocate
all the energy that was invested into nurturing you up,
and try to forget how cold and wet they kept you, before now.
some days,
steel cuts itself,
and you bleed from wounds
that you indirectly inflict upon yourself.
some days you draw too close to the fire for warmth,
reminiscing how the cold used to cage you like a captive,
and now the heat of the fire like night tales tardily refreshes
your retentiveness and before you recollect, snap, you're burnt afresh.
then you
learn again, quickly,
how to find peace by the sea water,
away from the fire, canvassing the tides within you,
and you find yourself again,
the power within you, to find solace
all by yourself and discipline every dour will
that knocks heavily on your door for the exchange of unyielding thoughts.
i never want to revenge.
it burns. it hurts like a wound that's supposed to heal, but never will.
©a.m.tupu.
#review #poetry #amtupu_
Majesty
Uncertified thoughts are certified ,
By unfazed & dangling words ,
Unabashed by a group of people ;
Being fugitive about the future plans ,
Coming in reality with uninvited innings ,
Hoping to see the future with clear vision of intelligence and wisdom ,
Being optimistic about the plans ,
Craving for something new ,
Plans certified with principle of favourability.
Or Beginner's luck which comes with the power of full retention of deity ;
Majestic powers don't come often ,
It comes only with those who have the courage to perform things out of the box .
#Shruti
#review
#poetry
Uncertified thoughts are certified ,
By unfazed & dangling words ,
Unabashed by a group of people ;
Being fugitive about the future plans ,
Coming in reality with uninvited innings ,
Hoping to see the future with clear vision of intelligence and wisdom ,
Being optimistic about the plans ,
Craving for something new ,
Plans certified with principle of favourability.
Or Beginner's luck which comes with the power of full retention of deity ;
Majestic powers don't come often ,
It comes only with those who have the courage to perform things out of the box .
#Shruti
#review
#poetry
Why did I do that?
I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence.
My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether.
My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dress and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'....
The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came.
I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife
keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more......
The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent?????
finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!!
#Shortstory
#review
#dhruv
I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence.
My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether.
My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dress and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'....
The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came.
I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife
keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more......
The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent?????
finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!!
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the unbridled love of child
snuffed without a care
robbed from the cradle of my lost heart
on the cusps of my awakening
to a world that had rules
for the weak and the broken
to keep them in line
and out of sight
lest to remind the strong of their slips
the mistakes they gloss over with smiles
and all the sweet things i am denied
in a world indifferent to all that happens
i am left to fend for myself
defend again things that only i know off
things that even my sire knows not off
forced to fight monstrosities veiled in the light of day
dancing to my screams as i lose
battle after battle to them
and each time stripped of a little more of my being
till i am nothing
till i become a shell
a veil for them to wear in the daylight
to taunt and deceive all who think them defeated
lost on the ancient battlefields sown with their blood
and covered with the blossom of false victories
the very place to be watered again
with the blood of the strong
in the shadows of even stronger ones
till the cycle begins anew in perpetuity
for always and forever
the unbridled love of child
snuffed without a care
robbed from the cradle of my lost heart
on the cusps of my awakening
to a world that had rules
for the weak and the broken
to keep them in line
and out of sight
lest to remind the strong of their slips
the mistakes they gloss over with smiles
and all the sweet things i am denied
in a world indifferent to all that happens
i am left to fend for myself
defend again things that only i know off
things that even my sire knows not off
forced to fight monstrosities veiled in the light of day
dancing to my screams as i lose
battle after battle to them
and each time stripped of a little more of my being
till i am nothing
till i become a shell
a veil for them to wear in the daylight
to taunt and deceive all who think them defeated
lost on the ancient battlefields sown with their blood
and covered with the blossom of false victories
the very place to be watered again
with the blood of the strong
in the shadows of even stronger ones
till the cycle begins anew in perpetuity
for always and forever
Beyond the shores of thought and reason,
The seas of emotion suddenly swell
Tempest clouds roar without season,
Growing the gloom with every decibel
I shrink with grief and crouch in despair,
Fighting tears with each rasping breath
What would you say if you were here,
If you could forsake the veil of death
How do I know if you are in a better place,
That there you no longer feel any pain,
That you watch over us from across the space,
That you have found your place in God's domain
Did the old familiar voices of wise ancestors
Welcome you back with warmth and love?
Beyond the bondage of all wordly matters
Have you found your freedom in heavens above?
Memories, they meet me in silence only to remind
Time, the eater of worlds now consumes my peace
Love, what you took along and what you left behind,
Now holds us together and comforts like a breeze
Life will go on with this burden to bear,
My heart will heal but will it be the same?
I harbor happy memories of all that we shared,
Your words in my thoughts and pictures in frames
All the legends and tales of the other side,
Oh, how I wish now for them to be true!
I pray and surmise what I once denied,
For someday again I will get to see you
In a place somewhere that is off the map
Where I can choose to be a child once more,
Feeling cheerful and safe, sitting on your lap
Innocent and happy, contented forevermore
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The seas of emotion suddenly swell
Tempest clouds roar without season,
Growing the gloom with every decibel
I shrink with grief and crouch in despair,
Fighting tears with each rasping breath
What would you say if you were here,
If you could forsake the veil of death
How do I know if you are in a better place,
That there you no longer feel any pain,
That you watch over us from across the space,
That you have found your place in God's domain
Did the old familiar voices of wise ancestors
Welcome you back with warmth and love?
Beyond the bondage of all wordly matters
Have you found your freedom in heavens above?
Memories, they meet me in silence only to remind
Time, the eater of worlds now consumes my peace
Love, what you took along and what you left behind,
Now holds us together and comforts like a breeze
Life will go on with this burden to bear,
My heart will heal but will it be the same?
I harbor happy memories of all that we shared,
Your words in my thoughts and pictures in frames
All the legends and tales of the other side,
Oh, how I wish now for them to be true!
I pray and surmise what I once denied,
For someday again I will get to see you
In a place somewhere that is off the map
Where I can choose to be a child once more,
Feeling cheerful and safe, sitting on your lap
Innocent and happy, contented forevermore
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Broken chest
The familair burning sensation
Struggling she falls
Her gasps for life
The crushing weights resting on her chest
Relief is out of reach
Deafening, her silent screams
Harder she fights
Vaster the pain spreads
Non existant, the help she needs
Trapped beneath it all
A never ending loop
Running, the cycle of words
Maddening, the repetitive thoughts
Cracking sounds wave around
No longer she moves
Eyes shut
They are in, the crushing weights
Broken, her chest
Vacant, her eyes
Lifeless, her soul
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The familair burning sensation
Struggling she falls
Her gasps for life
The crushing weights resting on her chest
Relief is out of reach
Deafening, her silent screams
Harder she fights
Vaster the pain spreads
Non existant, the help she needs
Trapped beneath it all
A never ending loop
Running, the cycle of words
Maddening, the repetitive thoughts
Cracking sounds wave around
No longer she moves
Eyes shut
They are in, the crushing weights
Broken, her chest
Vacant, her eyes
Lifeless, her soul
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How to not hold on to the belongings
Whilst you bathe in the agony and I am out there revolting
We see the stars with tears in our eyes and we know there's no dream left
But we do still be hopelessly waiting for the hope in disguise
There's so much patience in us but we no more could put up with the dread in our minds
Halfway through the day we yet keep awaiting for the nights
We have gotten nowhere but look how far have come our lives
From finding the purpose of our souls
to now laying down helplessly with inconsequential smiles
Only you and I know how to convey the inconveniency of the bothersome hearts with APHASIA
Expressing themselves with insufficient words and futile rhymes
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Whilst you bathe in the agony and I am out there revolting
We see the stars with tears in our eyes and we know there's no dream left
But we do still be hopelessly waiting for the hope in disguise
There's so much patience in us but we no more could put up with the dread in our minds
Halfway through the day we yet keep awaiting for the nights
We have gotten nowhere but look how far have come our lives
From finding the purpose of our souls
to now laying down helplessly with inconsequential smiles
Only you and I know how to convey the inconveniency of the bothersome hearts with APHASIA
Expressing themselves with insufficient words and futile rhymes
#review
#poem