Over time I've realized I'm the type of person who can draw anyone in
Mysterious, yet comforting to be around
An altruistic listener, an effective conversationalist, a trusted confidant
Modest as I may be, I do understand where I stand with most people
I'm the person you call when you're having a bad day, or need a ride, or even to bask in the glory of your successes;
a promotion at work, a new fling
I'm that person
The person to go to with your something;
your need, or your news
Intriguing from afar
Many want to delve into the depths
Uncover the story within
Until they realize that there's more
There's always more
Like a black hole pulling you in
Only to find that it's expanse goes on indefinitely
After a while my quips, my quirks
No one can fathom traveling the distance
So they don't
They turn back
I willingly release them
of my gravitational pull
Then we both float on
In opposing directions
It's funny how one can be too much
Yet somehow, never enough
Time is terrible
in the sense
that it is never
It favors you
and betrays you
It gives you
for a second—
in an instant.
Years of happiness
in a tick.
to do today
or leave till tomorrow -
a simple thought
that only requires
a sigh of tiredness
hoping that it could
only be done
on a day that's
a wish of regret,
coming on the last minute
of when something
could have been done
a mere idea
to be deepened over time
after quite a while
when i did it
having so many
questions, questions, and more
that will be
i think to myself,
i can do it today
[ but i can also do it
not today. ]
Will these words ever reach you?
Will you ever understand?
That it has always been about you
As if it’s been planned
All those silent pleas
All the prayers to the gods
All the words I’ve whispered
Through this life I’ve plod
The winds have carried my thoughts
The shadows, my longings
Every sunrise, my hopes
And every sunset, my dreamings
Moving at such a momentum that is necessary for the mere realization makes any attempt of catching yourself futile. You’re moving too fast with entirely too much force. Your fingers scrape at hard dirt sides, the glass that sand once was cuts once again. Branches turn into hot, fiery rope in the palms of your hands.
And begin to ascend….
happiness in my life exists transiently.
never have i been able to trust it completely.
on the occasions that things consistently go right,
my stomach drops and my mind keeps me awake at night.
i ponder why i must live in constant fear.
perhaps, it's due to the leaving of people i once held dear.
my hands clasp and try to hold you tight,
but my inner negativity makes this a constant fight.
i pray that one day happiness will be a friend to me.
that i won't fear its leaving and enjoy life peacefully.