The fire thawed out from the blue skies,
As day had met it's demise,
Dusk began to spread it's hue, it's characteristic musk,
As the atmosphere was peeled, much like the eradication of the husk
To reveal the beautiful fruit of time,
Stars shone bright like large fireflies, as the crickets sang their hymns,
The moon was the Yang to the Ying of the night,
As bats flapped away, their presence signified immense fright,
Instilling it in the heart of their prey,
But just as they went in for the **** it was once again day,
The embers of the glorious sun began to ignite the covering skies,
The cycle continued, but to those with watchful eyes,
Even the smallest details rendered us with the greatest surprise,
That life, is a continuity, an endless paradise.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC
The irony of birth, the happiest moment of our lives,
Is that we enter this world, sobbing and crying,
Is it the pain from the past, or just hindsight,
Of what’s to come, in this world of unfairness,
The only choice we have is to harness,
A strong gut, and a stronger mind,
Age is just a number, it’s okay, just let it go,
Is all people say, to cover up and move on, like the snow before a hot summer day,
There is no equality, sexism prevails,
As the thunderstorm of this supposed fairness rages on, and tears flow down in anger and dismay, like a cold day's hail
If not now, then when will people realize,
That unruly rules are not only their demise,
Which is surely to come, but the demise of Innocents that only want recognition and equality,
Is this humanity's true face, which leaves us in a state of rage, with our fists tightened and our teeth gritty,
Such a pity,
If only the right people had power in their hands and the wrong ones would be punished,
A day will come, when we sit on the throne and change the world, while the corrupt are banished.
Jun 28, 2019
Jun 28, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
A bath, a shave,
The cleansing of cars, and our face,
All utilize the magical solvent, water
Whether the day is getting colder, or hotter
But alas, times are getting worse,
For water is scarce in all forms, and now on the line lies even our very hunger and thirst,
A lack of sense, a complete presence of ignorance
So much construction, for which trees are cut down, rivers are covered with cement,
These actions are going to make us heavily repent
I pray that the day never comes, when water becomes a luxury,
What are we going to leave for the next generation, after we have been burned and buried?
So remember, use it judiciously, save as much as possible,
Or else the consequences of our actions will manifest, and turn this planet into something horrible,
Profits are not everything, if there is nothing to spend it on that is left,
This game needs to be put to an end,
And humans need to prove, that humanity still exists, this is something that we should not resist!
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 12:57 AM UTC
Scribble, sketch,
Our opinions etched,
On the stone and steel, Upon our family and friends,
But we always forget this; what our past did and what our future holds never ends
In the here and now,
The present, the gift,
The only time rift, that you can control,
What matters isn’t what we stole, or will steal,
For our benefit, but what we feel,
And do today,
Don’t hang your head in dismay, let it go,
Whether we have a paddle or not, we will still continue to row
The boat of life, as long as there is water upon which we remain afloat,
The power of now.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC
Stan Lee,
You were truly the man, Lee
You were so extraordinary, so manly,
You thought out of the box, you proved that you can be different, you can be free
Marvel is something we all have marveled upon,
Comics manifested into movies, as our dear Avengers took on Loki, Thanos and Ultron,
You left behind a legacy, one that still needs to be fulfilled,
As more of your enchanting stories come to life, and leave us thrilled
Rest in Peace,
God is lucky, for he has you now, in his heavenly abode, in his tranquil crease,
You designed a plethora of Superheroes, yet you were the greatest of them all,
The Avengers must be so motivated to win now, for your sacrifice will not be in vain, and they certainly will not fail or fall.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
The five senses,
Allow us to jump beyond the fences,
Created by the mind, from being overused
So many resources in one shell of flesh and bone, misused and abused
The belief of what happens outside,
Affects the magic bubbling brightly inside,
Turns our potential into darkness and pride,
Stealing away our foresight and hindsight
This belief is untrue,
For the potion and elixir of life,
Will continue to brew regardless,
So here we understand and rectify
This mess,
By being inside out,
Tranquility and serenity are what we gain, when we don’t scream and shout,
Anymore,
A smile and a cheerful recognition, are beyond the ominous presence of the gore,
Of misunderstanding and the pain of what has and had happened
So don’t be saddened, for even a t-shirt or a bed sheet that have been stained, are fixed when they are turned inside out.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 2:52 AM UTC
Slit and pluck,
Their throats and feathers, as they scream and cluck,
Toss the bag of plastic in the jungle, our greatest fumble,
It’s easy to let it go, when you’re on top of the food chain,
So how about this, let’s play a brain game
This one's called flipside,
Putting ourselves in the place of animals and birds, the difficulties will not even begin to subside
Gills choked up with engine oil, whole colonies stuck in fishing nets,
Be filled with their turmoil, I see you’re finally beginning to fret
Your friends at one point are now completely extinct, and those that remain are conserved away in the cage of humanity,
Shot dead for a tusk, a horn and a hide,
The flipside is not exactly a point of serenity,
Backs breaking, as the brittle bones crack under the weights of tourists, an unforgettable ride
That’s the end of the flipside,
You don’t need to shed a tear, give sympathy or cry
Just let the animals run free, let the birds fly,
Protect the environment, clean the lands and vow to never pollute the skies.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
Bravery and fear,
Rolling laughter and flowing tears,
Are the two opposites, yet so synergistic,
The barriers that hold our foundation, even a ***** in it can be cataclysmic
An outside stimuli, that shattered me within,
That sent me hurtling, into an unstoppable tail spin,
As I lay in a pool of my own negativity, that’s when I heard it call,
My inner voice, that did not let make me take the fall
A spark of motivation, a bright, glistening Ray of hope,
That thawed me from the ice I was frozen in, and let me stand wide and tall, as I walked unscathed from the fiery smoke,
Nothing is impossible,
No one is improbable,
Except my inner voice
So rejoice,
And let your mind and your soul channel out all the noise,
Of judgement and hatred,
The holy cleansing, the pathway to be pure and sacred,
The best and truest version of myself,
So I can walk through the valley that is unknown,
And not be a lifeless bottle on a shelf,
Let the world bring me down, break my will and my every bone,
But leave no stone, unturned,
My inner voice, burn baby burn.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Relentlessly scribbling,
Our heart's fibrillating,
This mandatory curriculum is agitating,
when will the time come, when i can be free
Does it even matter?
Will it matter after 10 years from today?
Or will our will in the mean time be shattered,
And will we stay on our designated path, or go astray?
Even if we do go astray, dont be disheartened,dont hang your head down in dismay,
Because you are alive, and you matter to somebody, if not something
Is it really important to leave your mark in this world, or rather a vivid memory in the minds of our loved ones, a feeling of joy in their hearts when they recall your very appiration, and an enrichment of their soul when they realize what a gem you were
Mate, why do we even try?
Because the way i see it,life will make us eventually,
Its all about the time and place each of us operate in, as simple as that.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Isnt it tiresome,
When we keep punching the wall, yet it refuses to break,
Alas, if only we realized,
That climbing over it was easier, a grave mistake.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC