a-wondering-wanderer
29/M
A curious soul, reflecting on life and experiences. I like poetry as an expression of thoughts - what's said, what's unsaid, the idea behind each word. I also blog when I'm too lazy to convert my thoughts into poems: https://echoesintheether.wordpress.com
Whether you fall in love with a poem or not
greatly depends on how you read it.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
*There was once a man
Who looked at the moon and asked
"Is there anything I could ask,
that you can answer?"
There was no reply,
as expected.
The next morning, there was a dog.
The man crouched down
in front of the dog and asked
"What are you up to today?"
The dog walked past,
as expected.
In the afternoon, there was a girl.
She was sitting on a bench in the park.
The man sat beside her and asked
"Are you waiting for someone?"
She kept gazing at the sunset,
as expected.
Night falls in a pub in the city.
There's a drunken man, had many bottles.
The man approached him and asked
"Is something the matter?"
The man finally collapsed after too much drinks,
as expected.
Lastly, in a room there are antiques.
One is a mirror in an intricate frame.
The man looked at the mirror and asked
"How do you feel today?"
There was no reflection,
as expected.*
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
I am drunk on desperation
upon the clifftops of despair
Will I take the leap of faith?
or continue to live in fear?
Ashamed for feeling broken
I am trapped within my past
I must unravel these emotions
to truly be free at last
I want to confront this darkness
Shed some light upon this pain
Reveal the creepy shadow monsters
before they seep into my brain
Made to believe I was not good enough
is what keeps me feeling weak
I learned so young not to love myself
from the Death Mother’s critique
There's this child in need of healing
who keeps tugging at my sleeve
as I kneel to finally greet her
she softly whispers, “It’s safe to grieve.”
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC
Parties are strange, they’re so freaking loud,
All those warm bodies shouting out loud.
At the top of their lungs, with beautiful smiles,
As they chuckle and drink and forget life for a while.
I sat in the corner, of the biggest room,
Where lights were so bright I just didn’t know what to do…
I tried to get a drink, but I don’t like the taste,
So it’s just me being sober, having fun in my brain.
I thought I had a friend here, now I really don’t know,
I saw them having fun so, might as well just let that one go…
Yes, I’m jealous, I know I’m not fun, I shy away from everyone,
Especially when they start to have more fun.
Then they got drunk, beyond understanding,
Crawling on the floor and asking for medicine.
I tend to their needs, while they don’t even know my name,
They just call me strange names and forget that I am there…
Come to think of it, it’s always the case,
Where life is a party and I’m just slowly burning away.
Trying to enjoy but it all just melts away,
With my heart, my soul and feelings of pain.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 4:07 AM UTC
In a cool autumn breeze,
Walking down an old street,
I came across a stranger,
And it made me lose my ease.
Memories, I tried to plow.
But my mind wouldn’t allow.
I knew I knew the man.
Just didn’t know how.
He was old and wrinkled.
But his eyes still twinkled.
“Hey there! Remember me?”
My heart, his voice tingled.
He smiled at me, bit amused.
I stared at him, lot confused.
“Sorry, but how do I know you?”
Said I to the man perused.
To which he said:
***“I’m the wolf that wasn’t fed,
Surprised, I ain’t already dead.
Missing, marooned memories –
I’m what time hasn’t yet shred.”***
Thinking him mad, I began to leave.
My quandary, he seemed to perceive,
For he spat, ***“Time, when one gifts,
Be humble, and their wisdom, receive.”***
He went on:
***“Friends were we; grew up together.
Our bond was to be our tether.
Keeping us safe, sane, spirited –
Storms, it would’ve helped us weather.”***
The fog lifted at this mention.
I realized our deep connection.
Shocked, surprised, I almost cried,
At this ghost’s resurrection.
I inquired where he had gone.
Why return this beautiful dawn?
Why couldn’t I see him before?
Why did it have to take so long?
He answered with:
***“Too busy to look or listen;
In a rush, you missed all the fun.
I was always ’round the corner;
You just… never made the turn.
But, for a breath, you stopped today.
So, here I am, plain as day.
Fate often looked you in the eye,
Only, this time, you didn’t look away.”***
* * *
We meandered through a park.
Enthralled by the song of the lark,
I gaped at the colors of fall,
Wondering where had gone this spark.
As the old leaves fell,
I felt my heart swell –
A lightness long forgotten,
The lifting of a dark spell.
Finally, I understood this:
That feeling of something amiss,
Was just me not able to see,
A life blessed with beauty’s kiss.
So, at long last, I said to him:
***“All your words are indeed true.
I’ve missed this place, this view,
Missed the laughter, the light,
Missed so much about you.
Last we talked, I was a child.
Living in a world less wild.
With a heart full of wonder,
Worried far less, much I smiled.
But somehow I lost that zen.
God only knows way back when.
Times changed, and so did I.
Never been the same again.
I so wish I could’ve seen,
The futures that could’ve been.
Life, blessed with your charisma,
Would be so much more serene.
I lost you once, and was lost.
But, thank God, our paths, at last, crossed.
Don’t leave my side till I close my eyes.
Not again can I suffer that cost.”***
* * *
And so continues our story.
I just pray I never again see,
That deep, dark, death of a night when
That “stranger” is, once more, a stranger to me.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 2:50 PM UTC
She's taken your body wash, and used it without permission.
She's used it twice before and
presumed it would be fine to take it again.
You never gave consent.
You even said No.
She's used it twice before so what's a third time,
or a fourth or even a fifth,
she's just hoping you won't snitch and tell someone
she stole something from you...
Your confidence or your peach shampoo?
She lied about the temperature of the bath water,
you were supposed to drown
before you felt the heat,
but you didn't and now you're
tearing your skin to shreds,
Self-destruction on the first date,
how sweet.
She wants you to wash your mouth out,
you said something you shouldn't and now she's mad,
feeling sorry for you is in the past,
the new thing is drowning you in the bath.
Your heads now under water,
feet kicking the floor.
She's doused you with her perfume,
just to see you choke against the wooden frame of the door.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
On cold winter nights.
Brilliance of billions of stars.
Steeped in deep darkness.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
Storm clouds gather.
Some with silver linings.
Some with darker tidings.
Flash of lightning,
Sprawling across the sky.
Straggling ideas that stupefy.
Thunder at night,
Reverberating in the clouds.
Echoes of faded memories too loud.
Clouds of lead.
Draw close to the cliff’s edge.
To dump out what’s been dredged.
And rain they do.
Drop-by-drop, at first.
Then, in fits and bursts.
The rain pours n’ lashes.
Entire worlds, it could sink.
From eyes that do not blink.
But winds never stop.
Clouds drain away, move on.
Get up! Keep trudging along.
The sky changes colors.
Beings return to their flock.
Time resumes on the stopped clock.
The scent of wet soil,
On a breezy night stroll,
Reawakens the soul.
N’ when you see the moon,
Peek through and shine,
You know, everything will be fine.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
I met a man along the road
And crooked was his smile
Crooked were the steps he took
Along his crooked miles
His arms were long, his fingers too
Though neither pointed straight
His legs were like two twisted ropes
And cause his crooked gait
He flashed a crooked grin at me
And bared his crooked teeth
He wore a crooked coat of black
and no shirt underneath
His body was a twisted mess
Jutting all around
His crooked bones rattled and cracked
As he shuffled ‘cross the ground
“And to where do you go?” His crooked voice rasped
I pretended not to hear
“Answer me my new young friend,
There’s nothing for you to fear.”
“I do not know,” I whispered back
“I know not where I roam.
but I know life lies ahead,
and behind me lies my home.”
“And where are your friends?” he asked of me
A crooked gleam in his eye.
“They did not want to come,” I said.
“I never did learn why.”
“My boy that’s cause they do not care,
You’re not worth caring for!
Look at you; useless, dumb
Weak, ugly, and poor.”
“Well how far have you come?” he asked.
“13 years,” I said
“Only 13?!” his broken voice creaked
“Oh, you’re sure to end up dead.”
“Better men have walked here than you,
More experienced, and with more help.
They died here alone, and so too will you.
You’re an insignificant whelp.”
____________________________________________
I tried to ignore him, really I did
I fought back against all his lies.
But one cruel blow, on one cruel night
I looked straight in the Crooked Man’s eyes.
Then before I could scream
My heart broke at the seem
And I felt an unyielding pain
My insides were hollow
Mouth too dry to swallow
I begged, “Please, make it stop!”
So he took out a brand
And placed it in my hand
“Burn it out of your skin.”
Then he watched with a smile
Relaxed for a while
As my agony tickled his ears
Though I did as he bade
He took out a blade
“Not enough, try harder my boy!”
But the blade and the brand
One in each hand
Could not purge the sorrow within
So covered in scars
Beneath all the stars
The rest of my life began
I fell to my knees as the crooked man laughed
He placed a crooked hand on my head
“Ignorant boy,” he said with some joy
“You’re mine until you’re dead.”
__________________________________________
For five long years we walked together
Every night a repeat of the first
And when others would pass, I’d smile and laugh
They never knew I was cursed
Then one fateful night the Crooked Man said
“You’ve grown so dull and so dry!”
He gave me the knife and said, “End your life.”
“I believe its past time that you die.”
I placed the knife against my neck
And felt the familiar blade
Just one more cut, like all the rest
And my tortured life would fade
I closed my eyes then took a breath
And felt myself let go
But right before I did the deed
My broken heart said…”no”
“no” I said, then “No” I growled
Then “NO!” I screamed and screamed!
I threw the knife into the dirt
And doused the brand that gleamed
I turned toward the Crooked Man
His smile had withered away
“Pick that up you worthless cur!”
He tried his best to say
I charged at him with all I had
We fell hard into the mud
“You’ll never win,” he grunted, “You’re weak!
You’ve lost far too much blood!”
“I have a home you wicked thing!
Some friends and a family too!
And I’ll never die, nor even try
If it means they’re left with you!”
________________________________________
I still wrestle with the crooked man
And sometimes he almost wins
But I refuse to lose to him
nor surrender to his whims
“I’ll never let you go,” I say,
“Or let you get ahead.
Because you filthy sack of sin
You’re mine until you’re dead.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC