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East Wind Aug 2018
The secret of life
Is simple and nice
She said I’ll tell it to you twice
Just so you know it ain’t a lie
     The upward battle
     The downward tumble
     The fight to finish
     The race you started
And days maybe getting darker
Time maybe ticking faster
Love maybe turning bitter
And sweet maybe turning sour
But life always has a controller.
     To hopeful travelers
     There is a road to take
     So baby don’t you cry
     There’s hope for you yet
And life maybe getting harder
Days maybe getting shorter
you keep waiting, waiting longer
Your heart beating, beating faster
But life always has a controller.
     So baby don’t you cry
     There’s hope for you yet
     The secret of life
     Is underneath your chest!
Life and her secrets.
Aug 2018 · 1.5k
My Ten Words Today
East Wind Aug 2018
Love unites us.
Hate poisons us.
And Time carries us.
Aug 2018 · 1.2k
Cooler than your Cold.
East Wind Aug 2018
I want to be cool...
at least, cooler than your demeaning gaze as I walked past you.
And as I sat by the river,
I penned down all the other reasons I want
to be cooler than you.

Cooler than your cold eyes
cooler than your cruel smile
cooler than your calculating mind
cooler than the chill you send
down my spine.
Cooler than your caved eyes
cooler than your crooked smile
cooler than your cautious mind
cooler than the cold water you pour
down my back.
cool cold calm and collected I'm not.
Aug 2018 · 200
Sunshine
East Wind Aug 2018
Your embrace is like
the warmth I get
from sunshine!
Mar 2018 · 344
Sticky Note Poetry 2: Alas
East Wind Mar 2018
He said I had the curliest hair
                        the sweetest smile
                        the warmest eyes and
                        the kindest soul
All was good and well until he said:
No matter how much he tried,
he couldn’t jump the fence around my heart.
Dec 2017 · 614
Like Wild Fire
East Wind Dec 2017
I want to be like Wild Fire
carried by wind, spreading further
enter your thoughts and leave desire
until the heat takes your body over.

I want to be like Wild Fire,
changing my mood with the weather
make your heart beat three times faster
I want to be like Wild Fire.
Dec 2017 · 380
Sticky Note Poem 1: Friday
East Wind Dec 2017
It was Friday
I was...feeling lonely
   like a lovebug that lost its pair
   telling my self I was okay!
How did I let myself end up in parked boat
   somewhere in Tampa bay?

It was Saturday
you lifted your arms
  I saw your stretch marks and I thought...
                          Hey!
I can finally take my clothes off in front of someone  
  Will it be okay?
Nov 2017 · 241
Fairytale True
East Wind Nov 2017
Fairytale true
I would die for you
Then I found my self facing
           The fountain of truth
Fairy tell true
I guess I lied to you
And fairies don’t play fair
        When you break the rules
East Wind Nov 2017
love is like Tropical Weather
Deceitfully warm and burning hot,
It hides the rain until the night.
It drenches us to the core
and we tell ourselves we like rainfall
until we’re stuck in a Thunderstorm.
East Wind Nov 2017
I start with, “I don’t know if this will work”
I gradually move to, “This might not work”
A little later I will say, “This won’t work”
And I end it with, “I knew it would’t Work!!”
~Do you start doing something with as little hope as possible? And if so, is it because you don’t want to end up disappointed?~
Oct 2017 · 522
Wish
East Wind Oct 2017
Wish a little wish
Turn it into a castle
Tread a little lightly
Blowing out the candle

I blew out the candles
The curtains caught fire
What I hoped was one day,
I will live to inspire

But I haven’t seen the sun
Since I closed my self inside
I thought it would be for a day
But it slipped into a drought
   doubts crept into my mind
I thought I heard my name but
The walls were proofed of sound

Will it be different
When tomorrow comes around?




~If you have a little flame, you can light up the world. Just make sure to close your eyes when you make a wish~ - someone I don’t remember.
Jun 2017 · 1.1k
Dislike Season
East Wind Jun 2017
There are days when I strongly dislike everything
And I mean, EVERYTHING
From the way I wake up to the sunlight outside  
From the way I brush my hair to the way I walk
From the coffee I drink to the reasons I can't sleep at night  
  I think you get the picture of my dislike season
   And it seems to me my dislike is for no reason
  Once in a while I feel like I don't belong here but-
    It stands to reason
  If I don't know where I belong
    Doesn't it  mean I just belong here?
Jun 2017 · 362
Sunrise on the West
East Wind Jun 2017
Things will change when...
             the sun rises on the West.
Part of a poem I haven't started yet.
Jun 2017 · 761
City of Chances
East Wind Jun 2017
The greatest thing in life I've ever heard
Is when you said to me it doesn't hurt
to take the chances life throws your way
Now however, I have found my self
surrounded by stones in the city
Life refused to give me the chances I want to keep
so I keep running away to hide from everything

I don't like where I am right here right now
I took the wrong turn on my way up
Please stop telling me this is for me
I didn't even know who I would be

One minute I was there
The next minute I'm here
between here and there
I think I've lost everything.

Correct me if I'm wrong but was this a dream?
I saw a shadow pass up the stream
Her torch was burning bright like the Eternal flame
She said "come this way a better life awaits"
But like all the shadows her words were weightless
And the flames became stone-like and lightless.
Still there'll be more chances....
May 2017 · 446
Care
East Wind May 2017
When I wanted to care
  I couldn't.
If you caught me yesterday
  I would've.
This happens sometimes. I want to care about something or someone desperately but I just don't seem to have the energy. Maybe it's because even if I do care, nothing changes and so it becomes easier just to (pretend) not to care.
Apr 2017 · 983
Midnight
East Wind Apr 2017
Midnight summer rain
When I can't sleep I stare
and think of all the things I could be doing instead.

If I had the money I would
come visit you today
I won't care that it's late
only that you're there
We would walk hand in hand
and maybe start running
Splash through the puddles
as people start staring

Midnight summer rain
When I can't sleep, I ---
close  my eyes and think, "I could be doing a lot around this minute."

If I had the courage I would
leave everything I had (it's not much)
Board a plane or a train
and be a vagabond
Anywhere, any place
is the destination ahead
To be a face in the masses
but with purpose in my lens....

Midnight summer rain
When I can't sleep...I dream of -
capturing life's very fleeting moments instead.
East Wind Apr 2017
He will love you when
you're a tree in the winter
    bones without flesh
when you're not yet a butterfly
when you're slowly learning to smile

She will love you still when
  you're summer without the rain
    a boat without the sail
when you're a train-track without the train
Incomplete but love still remains
...but trees in the winter are still alive and well. Just taking the time to emerge through the storm towards the calm.
Mar 2017 · 460
To Save Me
East Wind Mar 2017
I want to write to save my life.
To put to rest what’s eating me up inside.
Pull it out from the traps within my heart and watch it unfold.
I pull it out with the might of my mind and the dexterity of my fingers. Good bye. So long.
They will finally stop scaring my sprits to the corners of my soul. They will no longer shiver. They are Reborn.
Maybe what saves me can save you. And what saves us can save them. A seed, a bud, a tree. I write so I save me.
Feb 2017 · 283
Words
East Wind Feb 2017
Words are just words
but sometimes we hurl them until they hurt
and whoever said "sticks and stones" --
well...they were swift enough to dodge bullet shaped words.
Jan 2017 · 345
Walk on Shards
East Wind Jan 2017
I feel okay today!!!
and, if the earth shatters,
I will learn to walk on shards.
Or if it decides to open up and swallow me,
I will build a city underground.
The Frida Kahlo exhibition motivated me today. This feeling may go away tomorrow, but maybe If it's written down, I will be able to recapture it.
Jan 2017 · 526
Free as the Birds
East Wind Jan 2017
Occasionally I look upwards,
and wish to be as free as the birds.
I watch them fly with their blue tipped wings,
and wonder what the blue jays would think,
if they found out I wish to trade.
I think they will laugh and rightly so,
their life is hard, I just don't know.
Jan 2017 · 1.9k
One Giant Shooting Star
East Wind Jan 2017
If all the stars in the universe coalesced,
Would they make a giant shooting star?
and would it rain on us?
would it rain it's wrath down because we - didn't dream enough?
                                                                ­               didn't wish enough?
                     Or would it be because we wished for way too much?
Jan 2017 · 20.8k
Shooting Star
East Wind Jan 2017
She's often in the dark, especially at night
But never has she seen a shooting star.
She sings her song every night
In hopes that one day she might.
        "I’ve never seen a shooting star.
          If I did, I would have wished
          for the wish I wish every night.
          That I wish I may I wish I might
          make a wish to see the light!"
Dec 2016 · 464
Because It's Warm Outside.
East Wind Dec 2016
Your embrace is like the
warmth I get from
the sunshine.
Dec 2016 · 454
Paradoxical
East Wind Dec 2016
I hope one day, I can understand —
the paradoxical world in which we stand.

When that time comes, it might not matter,
but it will surely make me feel better.
Dec 2016 · 444
Occupied
East Wind Dec 2016
My mind is in overdrive
All my thoughts are amplified
I need a megaphone
I don't really know what for
But I feel if I scream,
it will make my thoughts real

I have a sweet melody
playing in my head
I probably should work
on my life instead
but words keep echoing in my mind
My brain is always occupied
Dec 2016 · 405
Live
East Wind Dec 2016
"There is no guarantee you will be born into this world, but after you are born, there is a guarantee you will die."
Old-man Sol told me that, and I find his words to be true and wise because he ended with, *
"so live life and be thankful to God."
Dec 2016 · 546
I'm Sane
East Wind Dec 2016
Feels like I'm running in place
sweating, but the treadmill is limiting my space
I wish I could but I can't see the future
and if I did,
I probably hate it
find myself debating
with the voice inside my head
                       and that's absurd
Because I'm sane
completely sane

yes, I know, I hear sometimes some chattering
but it's usually because I'm dreaming

But I'm still sane
I mean sometimes,
I feel loneliness creeping up my spine
like a spider with eight legs, wrapping itself around my heart
squeezing my soul and refusing to let go
But I'm sane

I feel fine
I know... I know  sometimes,
I feel the need to shout aloud
in the middle of a nice restaurant, in front of a crowd
the need expands until I just have to run outside
but I'm still sane

I pray to find peace of mind
and pray to those who asked me, 'how was I'
I find a few friends to unclench my soul
and take a deep breath to ward off feeling alone
I say, I'm fine  and  I'm good,
I'm not lost, just momentarily confused

But I'm Sane, completely sane
You know how I know?
Because when I look at you, I see the same Pain.
Dec 2016 · 222
Oh my, me, I
East Wind Dec 2016
Me, I
almost confused
sleep, think, eat, pray, and drink
I don't know where to go from here
oh my!
Dec 2016 · 445
Question (1)
East Wind Dec 2016
Your eyes are glistening.
are the tears from joy
or sadness?
Is this even a Quinzaine?
Dec 2016 · 245
We Dance
East Wind Dec 2016
And we danced
and we roamed
.... and we found a way to feel alone.

Just for a second,
our guards were down
We embraced the moment
like cranes fly high
      we soared!
Then we...crashed
our wings folded on us.

But we're us
and we dance
and we don't give up on looking up
at what makes us want to love.
#love #us and #papercranes
Dec 2016 · 900
Post Test Anxiety
East Wind Dec 2016
There are questions I don't know
on an exam I studied for
the teacher told me,
When in doubt, go with C
but I see no way out
from the nightmare I'm dreaming
until, I wake up in fright
because I failed a test
for a class I never had
Nov 2016 · 328
soaked shirt
East Wind Nov 2016
I rarely feel like crying
but the past two days had me dying
a little bit inside.
I let my tears fall like waterfalls
and like waterfalls,
they headed towards the nearest gathering place;
under my chin, towards my shirt.
Nov 2016 · 285
impending
East Wind Nov 2016
Sometimes, I try to find words that rhyme with
Doom:
          whom, zoom, loom, groom, spume...
But none of them describe they way I feel
when I'm sitting alone in my room.
Nov 2016 · 1.1k
Sincerely, Your Inner-Voice
East Wind Nov 2016
Nothing comes easily to me
except maybe impulsivity
it dawned on me recently
that my time on earth is transitory
I was depressed for a while, but
it is what it is so let it be it
I decided to chase my dreams
only, I didn't have the courage
it's too late to apologize to myself
for not realizing what my dreams were

My mind wanders a few times a day
I let it go wherever it may
I'm positive it will come back again

I wonder why people cry when they're happy
Isn't crying for sadness only?  
I remember when my friend passed
I asked God why it happened
I felt as though we would live forever
until the glass ceiling was shattered
I still do believe life has a purpose
if not, then what's the reason behind it?  

I sometimes pray I pass before he does
I know that's messed up but imagine the sorrow of loss  
I have low tolerance for pain hence why I take aspirin
I didn't understand addiction
until my coffee spilled

Life is a great big mystery
for anyone that lives it
If you're ever feeling alone
remember, we're all in this together
every time somebody tells you no
just get stronger

Honestly, I give advice more than I take
it's probably because I think way too far ahead
when I feel lost, I imagine I'm in this place
it's green and sunny, but kind of chilly
but it's cool, I like sweaters

I love you always
-Sincerely, your Inner voice
Conscious or is it Conscience?
Nov 2016 · 498
Sand Imprint
East Wind Nov 2016
It showcases your footprints
your handwritten I love you's, and will you marry me's
you draw a smiley face and add follow you dreams
the possibilities are endless so you keep carving your messages

Then the wind blows and so the waves rise
they wash away the imprint you left behind
standing ashore, you watch the sand castles collapse
But your memories...your memories will stay intact
Nov 2016 · 605
Run Away
East Wind Nov 2016
She goes, her legs taking her away.fast.
running with no destination in mind.
She just wants to get away from everything-
and everyone. Especially, herself.
She runs and cries and runs some more
confusion and sadness urging her to go on.
She stops to dry her tear streaked face
and looks around to the new place.
She finds herself surrounded by-
bricks and walls and city lights.
She has gotten somewhere
reaching nowhere at the same time.
She realizes she's stuck where it all began
her thoughts gripping her like the prison cells they are.
She wondered where she went wrong while looking up at the sky
still trying to find a place to call home, where she can settle down
but alas, all She wants to do is to run away now.
Nov 2016 · 439
Misunderstood
East Wind Nov 2016
You won't understand.
You might think you can and that's fine
   but when you ask me why? And I sigh,
It's because...
You won't understand.
Nov 2016 · 493
Joe
East Wind Nov 2016
Joe
Joe was a guy with a great smile
In fact, every time he smiled
the whole world shined.
His warm brown eyes,
sparkled bright
they made me think,  
I was the only one around.

But Joe scared me
he got too close
He would ask all these questions
about who I was
   Where do you want to go?
        Who do you want to be?
            What do you dream about
              when you go to sleep?
                  What do you fear the most
                    can you tell me?
                       What's your future like
                        do you see me?
Joe patiently listened
at my attempts to answer
my replies were broken
kind of lackluster.
I didn't know who I was
I mean ...I still don't
and every time Joe looked at me
I just felt lost

He would call me in the mornings
and to say his goodnights,
But no matter how much I liked Joe
I was not yet where he was at.

So I said goodbye to him,
and proceeded my life
Leaving Joe behind me,
while he shined somebody else's life.
Nov 2016 · 451
Billy
East Wind Nov 2016
Billy was a boy
I saw at a coffee place
I used to frequent
when I needed catharsis
He had long hair
with a freckled face
he played the guitar
and sang my favorites

I called him Billy
but that wasn't his name
I never got a chance
to talk with him face to face

I swear, sometimes I thought
He looked me in the eyes
we connected on a deeper level
than meets the eye
Suddenly I got busy
started going less and less
That one weekend I went?
he wasn't at the place

Billy was what I called him
that wasn't his name
every time I tried to talk to him,
my face caught flame

Next time I see Billy
I will definitely say Hi
or maybe, I will just start with a smile
I will compliment his voice
and ask him out for a bite
Wait!!
I'm forgetting something
I think I moved too fast
Uhh...Yes
Before I proceed to ask him out,
I will ask Billy,
What name he goes by
Oct 2016 · 373
Say The Right Thing
East Wind Oct 2016
I write
then delete
sometimes I shred
and repeat
Never once knowing  
the right words
that will give you peace
Oct 2016 · 932
Headspace
East Wind Oct 2016
Headspace
with a headache
head in the clouds
always in a daze
dazzled by life
until the lights fade

Still in the clouds
still in a daze
however filtered through a darker haze.  

Headspace
I space out
when I come back,
It's past my bedtime
but there's something about
watching clouds roll by
that makes me think,
Life may not be so bad.
Hope your headspaces' are filled with better things.
Oct 2016 · 346
Change
East Wind Oct 2016
Hot weather and humid air
friends that love you and care
talking all night above the covers
eating pizza and drinking cold drinks
           Stairs creak when it's time to go
I will miss this place
and the memories it holds
Do I want to leave? Not really, No
But sometimes leaving is necessary to grow
Oct 2016 · 678
Comfort food
East Wind Oct 2016
When I'm feeling sad
I don't tell you.
You notice anyway that I'm not being myself.
You don't push me to say what's bothering me or where
my head is lately.
Instead, you wait patiently for me to be ready.
And in the meantime,
you bake me cookies.
My roommate and best friend just baked me cookies and gave me several hugs in the past two hours. She deserves something better than this poem but until then...
Oct 2016 · 536
Night people
East Wind Oct 2016
Body of water
you love the way it moves
feel it grow stronger
as the sun sets
Dark skies and bright moon
invite you to rest
but you feel alive
as the world sleeps

Waves crashing into rocks
making a roaring sound
captured in slow motion
deep within your mind
Dark skies and the blue moon
invite you to gaze
at the stars up above
until your troubles fade
Oct 2016 · 354
Worth
East Wind Oct 2016
Why do I feel restless
whenever I'm near you?
Why do I feel hopeless
like I don't deserve you ?
Why do I care too much
about what you think of me?
Does this mean I like you
or that I don't like me?
Is it love or maybe not?
Oct 2016 · 578
More than we Know
East Wind Oct 2016
A sweet old lady told me that:
I've got a poet's heart and a wanderer's spirit
I don't know about that, but
I like to paint life
to be more than I see it
If time stops now,
I wonder if we'll know?
I think...,I think
we're all trying to freeze time
the best way we know how.
East Wind Oct 2016
River banks
beach sands
muddy waters
loud laughs
all the things
I think about
when I'm awake at night

Rhyming words
fairy tales
true stories
laugh lines
all the things
I think about
when I'm daydreaming in class

Once in a while, my thoughts collide
the common thread,
is you by my side
Oct 2016 · 281
I don't know how
East Wind Oct 2016
I count stars
to pass my days
because I don't know
what else to do
I count sheep
to fall asleep
because I don't know
how else to breathe
I stay in a haze
to navigate inside my head
because I don't know
how else to live
And whenever you walk by
I stay low
because I don't know
how to say hello
Oct 2016 · 260
Only Beginning
East Wind Oct 2016
I'm only just starting to see what I can do with my pen
There was a great language barrier that was holding me still
But it's time now, I think, to let my mind wander
And see what I can do when my ink meets paper

— The End —