poetry does not reflect truth
it is but a painting of one's thoughts
conceived by the emotions one feels
obstinately devoid of accuracy
but filled with tender authenticity
poetry does not reflect truth
it is but a flowing river of reveries
where reality transcends the realms
and chase the light of possibilities
with the particular intent of pleasing
poetry does not reflect truth
it is but a manifestation
of abstractions concerning itself
with various human themes
and the need to feel
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
i have been searching everywhere
for the reasons why things are so
forgetting to look inside myself
for all the answers i need before i grow
there is a certain familiarity
in picking up my skirt
and drifting with the wind
but i choose to forsake the tide
if it only brings forth dirt
and everything mean
i have been searching everywhere
for the reasons why things are so
forcefully believing that
crowded places can ever be home
but some words must be spoken
in order to feel whole
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
affections are not mine to give
for in love i do not believe
but my heart has made reason foe
and i am afraid that this will not go
recant the curse you laced in your gaze
and let me return to my earthly ways
with forgiveness in jealousy
that once consumed
and only the memory of the man
who would have me wound
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
strong tidal waves
i plunged into an abyss beyond hope
a horizon out of reach
i looked for you even when my eyes were closed
lighthouse beyond the darkness
you were there even when i didn't want you to be
storm clouds fulfil the thirst
you taught me that tears could make a cup of tea
ice caps threatened the earth
my friends told me to look away even when they knew i can't
rocks beneath begin to move
my affections ought never to have won
water begins to consume all they could
we was never a word to be heard
everything is blue
our stories were meant to hurt
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
you and i, we're like russian dolls -
a multitude of feelings are beneath our walls.
relationships and heartache too
(a billion words, a billion sighs to hide)
have turned us irrevocably into fools.
yet in these memories, we are forever tied.
the lurking of someone underneath,
a person yearning for a chance to breathe.
constant fear of being seen,
each the opportunity to choose your skin.
ever blocked from view -
i've always been changing but you never knew.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
one.
pick a path and start your stride,
don't become the victim of your pride.
live life knowing you've walked the lines,
and satisfaction to always be termed "mine".
two.
keep it simple, take it slow.
if you want her, then don't let her go.
just say the words and she will know
how you've appeared to melt her kingdom's snow.
three.
learn your words and choose them well,
for tables turned and bridges fell,
from these simple letters we've used to spell.
four.
think wisely, feel strongly,
build a home where you are caressed softly -
always surround yourself with people you can call family.
five.
at every corner, at every turn,
give yourself the credit you have earned.
have a little break, take a deeper breath,
you have travelled a long way
and you should be proud of that.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 12:26 PM UTC
if depression - an absence of feelings,
the sadness that holds no tears,
the pain that calls no hope,
the change that i did not prepare for.
can be called a phase...
does that mean love - a presence of feelings ,
the happiness that fools your soul
the joy that overwhelms your mind,
the euphoria that alludes to insanity,
can be called a phase too?
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
a beast is this abyss,
for I have learned that I can't be as I please,
even if I religiously made a wish.
to be separated by a force unknown
from the lover I wish to call my home -
this is not the kind of pain I wish to make me moan,
not the feeling I want to experience with chills inside my bones.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
in the fields of a scripted work,
where my thoughts, feelings, actions run through words,
i am the product of life's imagination,
adapted to fit every situation.
day by day,
i feel my face, fingers, feet change,
and i was told that its the price one needs to pay
in order to survive in this firing range.
i was born to live life with a theatrical mask
that helps me drown in the ocean of faces,
taught myself it was a casque
that sends me off to the races.
but when will life begin
where i no longer have to pretend to be my uptight twin,
and time is no longer a stage -
the days where my dreams and realities coincide on the same page.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
a cure for loneliness;
something reckless.
a love in this wilderness,
something hopeless.
i just wanted a little more,
a satisfaction that can beat this all.
give me something good,
turn me into a fool.
i'll vibe with the mood,
you can use me as a tool.
i will love you for all that you are,
but can you see me for all that i am?
i could've love you like a blessing
that came with no warning,
but i was the only one falling,
and you were just pretending.
i return back to the sidelines,
only to continue watching you from afar.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC