I wish, I could just fade, into nothingness.
Not to die, not to be aware of the end, but just to fade
and become merged with the rest of the universe.
My consciousness
part of the never-ending energy.
Then, I would not witness any more suffering,
or tragedy.
I would not be concerned with human ideas of war
and ideals,
for which countries and nations are torn,
for which the cycle of death renews.
It’s no news
that each, every so often
new powers rise and the old is forgotten.
I wish, I could just go far, far away.
Leave this Earth and all its destruction,
journey to a place with no caged birds, and caged people.
I don’t want to stay
amongst the ones who are caged inside their minds
thinking they own the world
and all beyond it,
when, in fact, the only thing they own is the production
of hate.
And evil deeds could write themselves one by one
onto their skin, showing the fate
of countless souls, like a tattoo
never to fade.
If only they would.
Maybe then, young citizens could
take some time to think about the rush
to honour the ‘duty to their country’.
Gun in hand, loyalty in the other,
all for honour.
Death is the greatest teacher, for in death we are all the same,
look it in the eyes, and your life will change.
If only it changed for the better
and not made the ground wetter
with blood of the ones honouring their leader,
when their leader does not honour them.
He lives on, while their lives
Are fading,
fading
away.
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 3:00 PM UTC
I love the city at night
I like when the waves start rumbling
And the city lights turn on
I like the beautiful sights
Of the twilight sky
And the mountains all dressed in black
I like when it's hidden away
When everything the daylight shows
Disappears
All the beauty that's destroyed
All that's been taken away is concealed
Because when I look on and on
When my eyes gaze upon...
The darkness
I don't see all the disaster
The city lights, the waves and the sky
Draped in violets and pinks
As the airplanes fly
And I think, what a beauty!
What a city of dreams
When the visible is made to be unseen
Unseen...
I see the cars passing
With their beaming lights
But they all seem somehow much sweeter
And closer to starlight
I see the palm trees standing proud
In a place where they do belong
But there's so few around
And even the people seem much brighter
When the nights come to hide
the effects of human disaster
A comfort blanket
Listen to the waves
And forget the sounds of the traffic
That I can't stand anymore
Found my comfort in the night
Found my solace at this time
Found the beauty of life
In the city
At night
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 8:44 AM UTC
Why are there more buildings than trees
In the city that's promising dreams?
Why are there more cars than
Parking spaces
What's all the rush?
Why are there more boats than fish
On the island of eternal bliss?
Can't even hear my thoughts
From all the noises;
I Feel overwhelmed.
There are pockets of green,
A desert preserved,
Only one single tree where I've ever heard birds
They sing in the morning at 8,
But I'm starting to think it's too late
I see mountains rising
And buildings above them,
I see clouds slowly passing
As cars outrace them,
All the light pollution
Has the sky turned brown;
At night
In the centre of life
I feel drowned
Jun 3, 2023
Jun 3, 2023 at 8:30 AM UTC
I've been dragged away
from the edge of the water,
even though I wanted to jump right in
I'd been only swimming
in the shallow corners,
almost learned to let go
and give in
Give in to the waves
let them pull me further from the shore
Give in to the tide,
hear the ocean roar
But something happened then
and I lost my sight of how and when
For a minute I closed my eyes,
thought I was lost at sea,
but when I looked around
there was no water to be seen
Just like someone
came and took my hand
and pulled me far away
off to dry lands
Felt like memory loss,
tried but couldn't remember
why my feet were still so wet
when I was in the centre
of the forest splendour
And sometimes I recall
the memories of the time
when I almost had it all
I was getting so close,
could barely believe
that I had found the purpose of my reality
But not everything works out
Lost sight of my true silhouette
My head has been dry for so long,
but my feet are still wet
Out of place
Out of my mind
Lost in the woods
Lost track of time
Take me back
Now I recall
why my feet are still wet
I can still have it all
I'll drag myself back
to the edge of the water
and jump right in like I was meant to
I'll be swimming away
into the deep end
Giving in to the waves
Giving in to the tide
Giving in to the voices that I've kept inside
My feet are still wet
and now I know why
Aug 12, 2022
Aug 12, 2022 at 6:58 PM UTC
Violet clouds
wih rosy hues
follow me
along the way,
same autumn trees
and silver lakes
I'm passing by
every Saturday.
It's getting dark,
but not quite so;
the sky is an evening show
of lavenders and irises
blossoming in afterglow.
This journey
hurts so beautifully
as we move away,
I am waiting patiently
until next Friday
and every Friday after that
for a dark, noisy train -
no purple sky or rosy hues
appear to entertain
But I love it
so much more
believe me, for it's true,
because at the end
of every journey,
once again,
I see you.
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
You asked me
if there ever was a moment
when I wanted to leave you,
and truthfully,
yes,
there was.
But not a day has passed
that you didn't cross my mind.
People say that in this world
we are all just trying to find
true love,
one of a kind,
and all it takes
is just one glance,
but I believe it's much more
than a lucky chance-
countless moments...
each one a memory
frozen in time
all these moments,
like a mosaic
(too many to count)
in this enormous amount
all I see
is the big picture
and it is the most beautiful artwork
I have ever seen.
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
I stopped writing for a while
And I didn't quite know why,
I've always used my poetry
To heal my wings when I couldn't fly.
Then, one day, you arrived
And we did have our ups and downs,
But day by day, you loved me more,
I wore my smiles instead of frowns.
My pen untouched, my notebook lay still...
Yet, my words are roaming free
Yes, now I see, I needn't write,
When I speak to you, my speech is poetry.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
Your hazel eyes
Are an artist's palette:
Green and grey, golden and brown.
If I stared long enough
I would get lost
In your pool of colours
And never be found.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
Honey, I'm falling down
Hunted like a deer
You shot an arrow
Straight through my heart
I wasn’t supposed to take a bite
Of that poisoned apple
Now it's stuck in my throat
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC
I'm a scattered mess
Well put together
My pieces are glued
But damaged permanently
Please don't be
Like everything else-
A phase in my life,
Only temporary.
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC