See there is a bee
Trying to find its honey.
Some nectar
Wandering from sector to sector.
She flutters her tiny wings,
And flies away in a glee
Because today she knows
That she's free.
Free of the chains tied to her feet
Free of all the queen bees
And thus, she glides and slides
Up and down the streams.
Without leaving anything behind
Not even a single piece of trash.
But you, human,
You.
You don't take one step ahead
And ah!! A can just hit your head.
Anger boils in you
Just like a swarm of bees.
The next day you see
That it was you
Who threw the trash
Next to the tree.
How long
Will you wait
For the bees to sting
And your garden to stink?
Now you know
That you are just fishing the boots and the shoes
And not what you wish for. Fish in the blue hues.
When the aquarium is full of fish
And the pond left brownish,
From the dark will rise light
To come consume us all in the fire fight.
That's when the bees
Take flight
To go to the God
Almight'.
It's then you are reminded
That it was
You, human,
You.
Who cut the trees
And played stone scissor and paper.
Who let the tap open
Until all was spoken.
I came to
Water the plants
When the bee
Said to me,
Thunder will bolt
Lightning crack
And concrete smack
Until all that's left is debris.
What will you do
By aiming for the stars,
When all you will
Be left with is scars.
When your voice becomes too sore
To roar.
When the world is
No more.
How long
Will you wait
For the earth to sting
And your home to sink?
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
Peace by peace, I'm stacking up violence.
What they can't hear, is my silence.
It's new year's eve, I can hear the sirens blaring.
Cuffing me up, while they hear my bones cracking.
Darkness all around, enveloping me like a blanket.
All I need is, one ray of sunshine, through the dim night.
When all I crave is one speck of light,
One speck of peace and life.
I know life's not all cupcakes and rainbows.
But for one second if I could believe in the impossible.
It would be peace all around,
Love for all, hatred for none.
Where we spread arms to hug, not just for guns.
Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 12:51 PM UTC
Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Today I might be filled with rage,
tomorrow I might be too rude.
It's cloudy today,
and all I can hear is the thunder.
It might be better on Tuesday,
but all I can do is wonder.
I looked up at the dark night sky,
and I remembered that star.
Which had caught my eye,
just like a blooming flower.
Seasons change,
and so does my mood.
Right now I am too happy,
the next moment I might be too sappy.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 5:31 AM UTC
I got some stitches on my upper arm,
Don't know when they will heal.
I can just hold onto my lucky charm,
So that better I can feel.
I got some stiches on my heart,
Don't know when they will heal.
All I can do is just wait for that missing part,
Until he comes back again in my arms.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC