Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Aug 2019 · 93
Where Has It Gone?
Everlasting Aug 2019
Where has my imagination gone?

It used to be like bees
buzzing buzzing in my ears
flying afore my sight
as if soaring from flower to flower
germinating my thoughts
to make honey

Sweet honey!

to add sweetness to my life.
Aug 2019 · 57
Untitled
Everlasting Aug 2019
Let’s try something different today.
Let’s see
Something...

Some things never change.

But wait, that’s a lie
Everything changes

People change
at least physically
Skin wrinkles as time passes by
It’s as if Time itself was water
and people submerge themselves
in it for a long... well...
a long time...

everyone swims in this water
some float naturally
others drown themselves in it
some suffocate with it
others just enjoy it

But no matter what
Water changes
at least its composition
some water have more minerals or vitamins in it
Other waters are more salty
Some are sweeter
there’s also polluted water
Yup, water changes

and we know in which water to swim
And we can choose from which Water to drink
But as Time changes
do we get that choice?
Jul 2019 · 85
Untitled
Everlasting Jul 2019
the sky is open. You can see clouds being dragged by winds atop mountains.

You can see them resisting. Exerting force. getting darker. louder. Crashing against one another.

Thundering.

You can see those winds turning into tornadoes. oscillating. spiraling. Pressuring clouds to stay together.

Lighting.

You can see the clouds getting madder. Expanding. Resisting the oppression.

the sky closes.
Jul 2019 · 337
The Plant Of Time
Everlasting Jul 2019
In the roots,
I find my past feeding from the present
while growing into the future

Thus my present is
a source of nutrients:
water
dirt
light

the water is the people I encounter in my path

the dirt is what holds me together in place
and keeps my roots protected underground

while the light is what illuminates me
and helps me stretch closer and closer
towards the sky.

Written by :L.L.


July 9, 2019
Jul 2019 · 251
A source of light
Everlasting Jul 2019
I never wanted to be the sun
but surely enough
I wished to be a source of light.
Surprisingly, I was a lightbulb
meant to lighten a room
who sooner or later, burned out.

July 9, 2019
Feb 2019 · 165
Untitled
Everlasting Feb 2019
She said, “randomness is non-existent, right?????”

I replied while quizzically looking at her, “I supposed...”

Then she went on to say:

When I was at the bus stop, I looked at the blue sky, and suddenly, birds were flying into my mind, but there were no birds in the sky. There were only clouds, and these clouds, were shaping my thoughts and the way I experienced my reality.

Anyways, while observing these birds flapping their wings, I saw feathers rain upon the sidewalk. These feathers tickled my senses to the point that laughter took a hold of me and made me sputter nonsense to the guy who sat beside me. Eventually, he looked at me soaked in bewilderment, and subsequently, ran to the next bus stop to dry himself out of the fear I had drenched on him. Meanwhile, the feathers gather together in ponds, and a small child who stood silently behind me, jumped to Splish-splash them upon the air. Everyone around him got wet in amazement. Their eyes wide-opened while their mouths wowed as the child in the spur of the moment looked as if he grew wings to fly towards his mom who just minutes ago had called him, “Angel!”.

Sigh she took a deep breathe then whispered in a excited tone, “it was a magnificent sight.”

I looked at her puzzled and when I was about to utter a word, she looked at me attentively as if inspecting every hair on my head then she went to ask again:

“Randomness is nonexistent, right????”
Mar 2017 · 223
Thoughts
Everlasting Mar 2017
I may have forgotten why I wrote
But it was something related to
Spiritual growth

The more I typed my thoughts
the more I learnt about life
And the more I realized
that thoughts are not necessarily
what define us

It is the actions we take
Independent of our thoughts
That define who we are

Thoughts can be simulations
of reality
That allow us to see into the future

but they can also be
memories that help us Relive
the pass

.......
Mar 2017 · 207
Untitled
Everlasting Mar 2017
Worry less by
Thinking less about the things you must do
Just do them, then think more
about things that help you understand
what matters in life
and what not
Mar 2017 · 179
Untitled
Everlasting Mar 2017
May be...
Someday... I'll be

something
or nothing
or a thing

I might pretend that I exist
and that I live in the present
never seeing the future
Not looking back at what it use to be

May be...
Someday... I'll

stay still
Mar 2017 · 159
Untitled
Everlasting Mar 2017
I may stationed in my dreams,
seeing the past pass by,
And reality collide into memories
that I have yet to live

That's what it seems
Mar 2017 · 209
Untitled
Everlasting Mar 2017
May be the stars were out of my reach,
exactly how you used to preach
But their light guided my dreams
Feb 2017 · 182
Untitled
Everlasting Feb 2017
Oh heavens high, where are you now?
I searched for you within the clouds
I found some gates but of airlines
that only took me for a flight
then came to land me on some ground


Oh heavens high, where are you now?
Feb 2017 · 214
Untitled
Everlasting Feb 2017
The only thing I know is that
we, all, are broken
even before the moment we are born

And as we grow, it's as if,
with every passing day,
the pieces that will put us back together,
gathered up slowly,
awaiting for the moment
when we finally complete the picture
of who exactly is this Me
Jan 2017 · 188
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
Can I tell you something?

I search for the sun rise in these waves of life
in this still waters that sometimes
become turbulent with the winds

I search for some oxygen
some life to breathe in me

I search for an island; a place to land
and find some peace

I've been floating and swimming, and often diving deep deep down
in oceans and oceans
that drown the me in them

I come to the surface
but it's always the same
So I search for the sun rise

To admire it
and just lose myself
in its glowing
rays
Jan 2017 · 119
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
Love me sweetly
be like bees
And make out of me
honey, please!
Jan 2017 · 120
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
under bed
a pillow
hides some tears
Jan 2017 · 134
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
a mountain
echoes gun shots
eagles soar
Jan 2017 · 138
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
a green leaf
houses dews
like rivers
Jan 2017 · 130
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
a white cat
purrs and kneads
on his bed
Jan 2017 · 135
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
a dog barks
woo woo woof!
to women
Jan 2017 · 115
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
a monkey
mocks people
with his tail
Everlasting Jan 2017
If you start joking too much,
People start to take you less seriously.
Though for the most part,
People enjoy seriousness...

Ah Nah

I'm joking.
Jan 2017 · 153
Untitled
Everlasting Jan 2017
Can I tell you something?

I dislike planning.

Whenever I plan, things don't go accordingly.
Plus, with the whole concept of planning,
I immediately force myself to expect
an outcome. And as many of you know,
expectations, if don't met, can hurt.
Does this phrase sound familiar:

"Never expect anything in return".

But why are we so afraid of getting hurt?

As far as me goes, I am not afraid of getting hurt and experiencing
disappointment because disappointment (if handled correctly, with a positive view) can help an individual grow.
It can make a human become down-to-earth because it constantly remind us that all of us are humans and thus are perfectly imperfect.

Then why is it that I dislike planning?
Dec 2016 · 120
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
When the moon arrives and sets above my head
I feel a lightbulb turns on bright with light ideas
Then they begin to expand like stars that spread
All over the universe To illuminate
a path that leads towards a verse
that I will read then write
before going to bed
Dec 2016 · 537
I Rain Tears (acrostic)
Everlasting Dec 2016
I am

Ready to crawl with my soul
And sneak under my sheets
I want to hide and stay still...
No, I just want to sleep!

There's no day I wish to rest
Except when I feel fully alive:
Awake widely,
Rested - feeling filled with peace,
Seriously, that is not the case.


December 25,2016
Dec 2016 · 140
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
I am not deem to be a judge
Whatever I read
Screams back at me

And I can't tolerate the screams
They are too loud
For my ears to hear
Dec 2016 · 139
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
And I guess
All I really want
Is silence
Peace
Resonating within me
Dec 2016 · 170
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
I thought about the waves
And how they rose -up -down -forth- and -back
And then they were known as tides

those waves
those waves
those waves

Just known with different names

Those waves
Those waves

everything seems to come from the same source

In this case

Those waves
Dec 2016 · 144
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
fireflies in the sky
as night time falls with a kiss
lovers in the park
Dec 2016 · 325
logic is not my fort
Everlasting Dec 2016
In my dreams,
I built a castle with bricks,
and then
a house with wood,

and I ended up sleeping
in none.
Dec 2016 · 119
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
The verses of eloquence
Are ladies well taught
They wear elegance
But simplicity is their gown
Dec 2016 · 156
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
Poetry is not about how well you rhyme
or how good your rhythm is.
It's somehow similar to life,
in the sense that you just live like this:

           Not knowing what it is.
           Yet searching for bliss,
            we live just to live
           With or without a motive

The same goes with poetry
We don't know what truly is.
Yet searching for bliss,
We write just to write
With our without a motive
Dec 2016 · 195
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
Come bathe with me in rivers of sunshine
And let us fly in oceans of clouds

Till we fall

In

Love
Dec 2016 · 146
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
Whether this feeling I feel
is mine to keep
is not something I feel
that should deprive me of my sleep

Often, those feelings come
like a flame burning my chest
and I guess,
I feel like remnants of a mess
left after a fire has devoured
what was once

a me

but now

with the opportunity to start
Afresh.
Dec 2016 · 634
Untitled.
Everlasting Dec 2016
And a man once said to a woman:

Make me your love,
a jewel in your collarbone,
some earrings of gold
in your earlobes, or
precious diamonds
in your fingers.

So I may be exposed.
Shown to the world,
as you wear me daily.

And the woman replied to him:

to be diamonds you must first be coal
then undergo
a lot of pressure

to be jewels
you must be ready
to experience
a change of mental and physical state

one that'll prepare you
to be
the kind of jewel
that I
would wear
Dec 2016 · 158
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
And so my will,
It's the captain and I'm the ship

It guides me out of turbulent seas
It leads me towards peaceful seas

Or with me it sinks.
Dec 2016 · 152
Untitled
Everlasting Dec 2016
Will my Will ever be
my spirit taking a hold of me?

Yes, indeed
that's what it is

a captain taking hold of his ship.
Nov 2016 · 209
Untitled
Everlasting Nov 2016
Two cents in pockets,
a cell, some cigarettes,
I was walking my way.

It was two a.m. in my dreams.
The boulevards where covered by dusk
and dust,
plus a scent of lust
perfumed
my skin

I kept walking,
head held high towards the moon,
Stepping the streets to the rhythm
of a peculiar tune,
Well known,
It was a Christmas carol,
the jingles and Bells,

"Where is santa Clause?"

Arrived soon at home.
To awake,
Everlasting Nov 2016
You know what you must do,
Yet you do not do what you must.
Is it a lack of motivation,
Or procrastination that alienates you
from doing what you must?

Whatever it is,
just do...
Nov 2016 · 213
Untitled
Everlasting Nov 2016
Are you a thorn or are you not?
You sting my stress away with just a touch,
But also make my head to bleed a thought
that you and I belong as such...

as if we were some kind of rose.

Not long ago you said I was the stem,
the one from whom you fed and grew to show
that you and I belong as such....
as if we were some kind of rose





the one who feeds then grows and shows
The two of us ....

In progress..
Nov 2016 · 165
Untitled
Everlasting Nov 2016
Life is an ice cube
floating in this glass of Earth
trying to cool it
Nov 2016 · 177
Untitled
Everlasting Nov 2016
life is an ice cube
floating and melting each day
in this hellish Earth
Nov 2016 · 340
Drop, drop
Everlasting Nov 2016
Drop
... drop
......drop dead

a single drop of blood,
then it rains

...............drop
.................. drop
.......................drop dead

a single cloud of dark thoughts
then begins to rain

..................drop
.....................drop
..........­..............drop....

Till it rains
the dark thoughts out of your head

........ drop
............drop
...............drop

the idea of dropping dead
Make it rain
Oct 2016 · 130
Untitled
Everlasting Oct 2016
flowers in a crown
people gathered round a plaza
a lady stands out
Oct 2016 · 172
Untitled
Everlasting Oct 2016
I choose my choices based on my choices
Not on the choices you choose for me to choose

But if you thought that I chose based on yours choices,
I'm sorry,
it's not my fault that some of your choices
somehow ended up being the same as my own.
Oct 2016 · 191
Untitled
Everlasting Oct 2016
I'm hunched over pain
trying to straighten my spine

but on the desk, I got
too many problems to solve
and a brain that has lost
all of its spark

I was once on top of my marks
...
Don't know, how I lost my marker.

May be Alzheimer's
is horse riding my back,
pushing me
Closer to death'a
finishing line?
Note: randomness
Oct 2016 · 128
Untitled
Everlasting Oct 2016
Me
And words
Don't get along

We are like cats and dogs
Or rather like water and oil
Mixing up
A lot of times
Not very well
Oct 2016 · 176
In this Web
Everlasting Oct 2016
I cannot explain the way I feel...
Today.

These feelings are complex.

It's no longer,
the I feel sad or the I feel happy.


It's more of
I'm in reality
and in the imagination;
as if I am
stranded on Mars
but roaming my dear Earth
while wondering if
the internet
is a safe place


I mean, it also has walls
And there's also a police

Plus, the net
is supposed to capture...


Yet,

Here I am

Captured

within this web

Of

Poetry.

Am I a criminal? Or am I some prey?

Why am I here Today?
Oct 2016 · 212
TheThought In Parenthesis
Everlasting Oct 2016
There's a thought in me
that is like a bird.
It comes to nest in me
then it soars ...

and leaves.

( I must be a tree )

There's a bird in me
that wants to fly free,
but it has no wings
to spread to the wind.

(I think I'm a tree)

I have felt this bird
walking featherless on me,
then nestled on a branch
till its feathers grow.

( I am a tree)

I have seen this bird
flying to the sky
as I rest
uprooted
on the thought
that now
has flown
over
my head

...

(I am a tree)

Guess what?

I am not.

The bird flew away.
Sep 2016 · 438
Untitled
Everlasting Sep 2016
Our love were weeds just growing strong with time
In fields that people often dare not walked.
Therefore, we lasted long, our love survived.
In fields that people then began to watch.

Our love then grew with winds that changed our life
As squalls began to break our stems in halves
Therefore, we lasted short, our love then died
when roots became uprooted off the ground
In fields that people then begin to walk.
Next page