I've thought deep and true for an idea,
Of a topic I can center my poem on.
There was none that surfaced,
So none shall it be.
No weight of subject to anchor us down,
No limits to hinder, no thoughts to drown.
In the vast expanse where stillness is known,
The heart of nothingness is brightly shown.
Akin to the sound of one hand clapping,
Like raging winds in the eye of the storm,
Let us contemplate on nothing,
Let us define the absence of form.
A blank canvas for something to exist,
The absence for the heart to grow fond,
It is a silence so deep, where echoes are drawn,
The root of the void where all things are gone.
Without, none, nothing, doesn't exist,
Synonyms, or a sentence wrongly punctuated.
One thing is for certain: this poem's been fun.
A topic to discuss, indeed I have... none.
Jul 21, 2024
Jul 21, 2024 at 7:46 PM UTC
Today I met someone I knew before.
We talked for a while, shared memories and more.
Then I realized, we can only meet the same person once,
For experience asks, and change is our response.
Static we can't be, unless life's flame
Is snuffed out, and we're just a name.
In every encounter, new experiences we obtain;
Our paths have shifted, though echoes remain.
Time's gentle passage had left its mark,
On hearts once familiar, now slightly stark.
Contrast of past and present, like a shifting dream,
Each conversation weaves new threads in the seam.
After our meeting, I closed my eyes,
Remembering what once was, under the skies.
In quiet reflection, I found a trace
Of the past intertwined with the present’s embrace.
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC
I'm a demolitions expert of renown
Star of the show, the talk of the town
A destroyer of worlds they say
Or at the very least a destroyer of one
Voices rang inside my head
When things were good in my life
The urge to sabotage, the want to destroy
The desire to go off-course, the desire to stop
It has been there for as long as I can remember
Guiding me to the dark path
More often winning than being ignored
It was something I blamed for the way things are
But that was just me, my subconscious, my insecurity
Molding my decisions to be as suboptimal as possible
I need to accept, and got to learn accountability
Face the consequences, and fix the broken crucible
I want to destroy no more, for destruction is already here
Already suffering for the mess I have made
What I thought I deserved, I definitely do not
Now I have to make do with what little I have left
Let it stand as a lesson, let it stay as a warning
Beware when you light the fuse and watch the sparks
They may shine beautifully, but they are searing to the eyes
And if you do continue, give the big boom my regards
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 5:07 PM UTC
What keeps the dark away?
And keeps the wick alight?
Let's create a poem a day
It is not that difficult to write
Doesn't need to be a masterpiece
Just need some time and consistency
It doesn't even need to rhyme
Just meanings upon meanings, and words within words
Use puns, irony, simile, or hyperbole
Tools to use at your disposal are many
Free form or haiku,
Just write, time and time again
Embrace consistency
Write without hesitation, but be sure to re-read
For mistakes can be made, and improvements can be done
Not chasing for perfection, just a product pleasing to the eye
May it contribute to the reader, more than it did to the writer
Now come on, follow that blinking cursor and type
Grab your respective writing utensils and weave the words
These poems ain't writing themselves
And the day is not done
Jul 17, 2024
Jul 17, 2024 at 3:47 PM UTC
In the silent voice of a mother
While her son is beaten black and blue
In the smiles of a friend
While they wish for death so true
There be monsters anywhere
To combat or to succumb
In raging winds, in a quiet house
Monsters roam within and without
There may be monsters in the dark,
But scarier are those found in the mind
As not all darkness leave its mark
And not all thoughts are left inside
Jun 10, 2024
Jun 10, 2024 at 11:18 PM UTC
I am more than the sum of my pain
More than the lessons of my mistakes
I am an amalgamations of inspirations both within and without
An unbroken Theseus ship, all parts replaced, yet a whole nonetheless
Songs on my playlist carries echoes of my friends
A recommendation where every time I play them, I remember
I remember that once we crossed paths and you left a piece of yours behind
Now it's mine truly, and I thank you for providing such things of wonder
I am a reader first and foremost, a definition of what I am
Stories have molded me, each page a speck of my soul
From religious texts, to novels, and literary pieces alike
The words have become my sustenance, as we become what we consume
To those strangers in foreign lands that I may never meet again
Their perspectives offer much wisdom to this frog in the well
Shocked by new cultures and beliefs, my horizons were expanded
I believe I've went home a little wiser from those excursions in faraway places
I admit, not all of them are beautiful, some pieces ****
Parts undesired, but parts that stuck
Lessons paid with a hard price, some twisting my self
I am still grateful they are a part of me, in my unbroken Theseus ship
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 11:37 PM UTC
Someone sits on their throne of lines
Sipping coffee like the finest of wines
Holding a scepter of buttons and wires
In here lies the digital sire
Building kingdoms overnight
With an army of black and white
Grouped in ranks, no symbol askew
Shown to many, known by few
Hello world, here sits royalty
Creator of heavens, destroyer of destiny
Fighting demons line by line
Crushing bugs, reality he redefine
Looking inwards he saw something new
Something undesired, and then he knew
To comment out a few bad habits, and start anew
Change for the sake of himself, as much as for you
Dec 24, 2023
Dec 24, 2023 at 2:51 PM UTC
Hair like waves of the sea
Raging then, but now the calm has prevailed
The sweetest thing ever that I've known of
A smile that could make storms go away
Confidence found in such a short stature
A professional of formidable intellect
My inspiration to better my career
A huge motivation for my personal goals
Solitude we both prefer, but then again I don't want to be alone
I want to be with you someday
Stay in touch, but now I'll let you be
I want to know you better, and be a pillar you can rely on
Please don't be burdened by my affection
Just do your thing, and we'll see how this goes
You are free to do what you want
Just know I will appreciate any care you throw my way
I'll not let things be for granted anymore
I will shoot my shot, even if I am more likely to miss
You are precious to me
You are one of the reasons I wake day to day
I'm new to this, so I'm sorry if you find me lacking sometimes
I only know how to care, I am unsure how to love
Dec 23, 2023
Dec 23, 2023 at 10:54 AM UTC
I often wonder how my walk would be in another's shoes.
Would it be smoother, faster, and with the path clearly laid?
Or would it be like walking in eggshells, or a tightrope perhaps?
Crossing mountains of daggers with my tattered footwear.
Would I be burning bridges after I traverse them?
Or walking a plank to a dastardly end?
Would I be walking the talk, as I speak dreams of wonder?
A walk with thousands following my footsteps.
Would I get lost in my walks to memory lane?
Dwelling on the thought of trekking the paths less travelled.
Is it a walk where I hold someone's hand, as theirs hold mine?
Or a bitter cold one where my feet gets frostbitten?
I wonder and keep wondering these walks of life.
That I only noticed, there's only a few steps in mine.
The path is not clearly laid, but I know my direction.
The goal is in the horizon, but I really must take a step.
So I gathered my musings and put them in my pocket.
And I... walk.
Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC
She's going away to another journey now
I hope it will be a bit smoother than our current one
I'm sure there will still be hurdles and mountains
Ones she will climb with glee
She'll pass them and come back a little tougher
I just won't be there to witness the heights she'll reach
I'll be climbing my own mountains then
And I can't support her in times of need
Then again, she doesn't need my help in the first place
Though I sometimes wish I could still give it
She's small but she has a giant soul
One capable of devouring dragons
She cares for me not, and it's fine
A story as old as my life
Caring for someone doesn't need a return
A smile in my face to help the people I care about
A martyr maybe, but why do you care
This time a pushover, that I am aware
I don't want any trouble and drama
I just want her to smile and to last in memory
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 11:03 AM UTC