I want to smile like the sunrise
sleep in the heavens like the high moon
be cradled aligned with the stars
and rise like a proud head of a woman
that turn the neck
of a stubborn man
I want to be the apple
shinning beside my consort
run for miles to the closest rainbow
reach out to the struggles of nature
and embrace the rain
where I am baptized in holy evaporation
I want to heal
a broken childs heart
after and abuse
after an attack
and make them feel found
and whole again
I want to run with the wild
with Roman and Greek mythology
where fantasys crown me queen
and they are my dream
cause it never dies
whatever is young in my mind
I want to succeed
I want to stand back up
and look at the world
and hold on to it tightly
because it is all I got
And the world smells good.
© S.T. Rebel of Eden
If I had a daughter….
I would love her every day
I would protect her as a mother should
I would teach her all I know….
What a daughter should know
I would give her my unconditional love
I would tell her all the wonders that she is
As a beautiful, wonderful, human being
I will tell her she needs never be afraid
Of what other people say
Just always know that she is someone special
And I will love her ever day
Harmony is what she most wants to achieve
Balancing her ying and her yang
She does battle her darkness
But not with much success
They say insanity is
doing the same thing over and over
and expecting a different outcome
Lord knows she's earned
That right to be named
Though it took too many years
She is finally smartening up
There is no way she can
Battle the darkness
and come out a Winner
Acceptance is the Key
She is dark
and always will be
On the other hand
She is light
and always will be
Only by accepting
Can she finally defeat
For without the darkness
There can be no light
He fell before his time
with a thud.
A loud thud.
unable to speak,
unable to react.
Expressions of horror,
The wind blew silently.
Somewhere that seemed miles away,
they see a twitch.
a quiver of hand.
A brave soldier of life,
our unsung hero,
claimed before time.
His heart stopped.
Their hearts stopped.
And then with the last drop of tear
Another beautiful soul
disappears into thin air.
committed suicide some time ago by jumping off the seventh floor of our institute.
May all the broken, departed souls
Rest in Peace in heaven.
And to all those who are in search of the meaning of their life and questioning their mere existence, I love you. Stay strong, you're worth it all.
In my springtime,
when moonlit was falling from her(moon) height
mother was lip syncing the lullaby
and I turned to sleep
It grew a sweet dream of summer
that was created too many stir of dreams
Then I can remember,
when every year late autumn had come,
I kept my kite on the blue sky
that was floating with drifted clouds
and I was awaking again with a big shout
sometimes I had seen supernatural shadows on the evening sky
If I address my adult young
When the mystic purple camellia were blooming
the grasshoppers were rounding
and the beautiful shrubs of white flowers were dancing
with the gentle breeze,
I was wandering in the ground
then the bees were humming around
when I painted her wild beauty
she had seemed me as a sweetie
I know you say me a dreamer
but you don't know,
my grandfather was a farmer
and my father was a sailor
who was sailing away his life into the blue ocean
After then day by day I grew older
where I try to lock all those things in a folder
and I had fallen in too many doubts
it was again the too dark cloud’s shout
who are those dark clouds?
how did it melt and bring the tears!
how the petals of roses grew wither!
Then I had drafted,
and drifted all of my dreams
then a train had come to my known station
and carried me again from the dark to light
Again I have made a dream
And I sing a song of spring
After then I take a sad song
and try to makes it joy
That certainly makes me rolling,
And moving towards the sweet summer
but again the monsoon has blown
towards the dry leaves of murmur
and slowly and slowly,
it has swiped me toward the sound of banner
that was passing through my life
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Here I try myself to write about me, a poetry for his challenge