Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Ejiro Jan 21
When put into the chains of captivity
their freedom is diminished
their songs are crushed into dust
we’re only the wind can pick up their pleads
lost to the sight of nature
for what is life without flight
their wings are reduced to shadows
not a single breeze to stir their feathers
no sky to lift them up their feet
so they only cuddle up together side by side
never to stretch out to the wild
the ones who capture the birds
force them to sing a tune of obedience
but the birds decline
in a heavy cost they keep their mouths shut 
the bars between them are meant to seem safe
according to the capturers
but in the eyes of the birds they view it as prison
without information about time or place
they keep their beaks low to the ground
knowing that they are more than musicians
with their melodies growing bitter
despair is the only thing humming out their mouths
Ejiro Jan 20
There is a voice coming my way
between the cracks of the void I’m in
the voice sends wavelengths to my direction
they felt so obscure..
and yet so frozen when brushed against me.
Not heard by ears that turn away,
Soft whispers lost in the wind's sway.
A plea for voice, a muted call,
Bound by the weight of an unseen wall.
Not spoken, words are locked inside,
A vault of truths where fears reside.
The tongue stays still, the heart beats slow,
A quiet storm that few will know.
Yet in the stillness, hope burns,
A yearning soul begins to turn.
For unseen eyes may one day seek,
For voiceless cries may yet speak.
Not seen, not heard, but not undone,
The muted rise with the coming sun.
In shadows deep, their strength is sown,
And silence breaks with seeds they've grown
Even when I try to ignore it
it still leaves its mark
Ejiro Jan 18
A fissure forms, unseen, unheard,
Reality bends, reshaped, absurd.
A shadow whispers, its voice unknown,
I walk a path I do not own.
The walls breathes life, the floor turns thin,
A labyrinth of chaos erupted within.
Eyes from each corners, they pierce,
they stare with longing awareness,
Are they real, or just my mind laid bare?
Colors scream to me in agony
they twist, they bleed,
Truth dissolves to what I need.
Voices merged together, then split apart,
A shattered reflection reflects my heart.
Time walks backwards then stops,
then starts again in a clockwork circle ,
A fragile web of fractured parts awaiting to crumble .
I reach for anchors but they remove my grip,
Each grasp returns me to the same.
Yet through the tempest, faint and small,
A voice persists beyond it all.
It whispers softly, though hard to hear,
"You are still here, despite the fear."
The storm subsides, though scars remain,
A fragile peace reclaimed from pain.
Through psychosis, the mind may stray,
But even in pure darkness
light finds itself a pathway
Ejiro Jan 13
I write with a bull point pen
you choose to write with a finger ,
in a universe where stars burn bright to show their existence
I write on a sheet of paper then crumble it away with shame
but you write without a doubt in mind
letting your messages run through quantum caves

after finding the urge to share my questions I write
“What is your world like?” I asked
“Do you wear faces, do you wear masks?
Do trees grow tall without touching the clouds,
do rivers run wide not caring about a dead end near?
does your moon light the ocean’s tides
so that it can be seen as a sign for the lost souls?”
after waiting for a while you finally responded

From the other end comes a reply,
etched in symbols that twist and fly:
"Our moons are many to count on all our fingers,
our skies are green but change drastically to match the seasons,
our thoughts are shared to one another, but not often seen.
We do not speak, but here we write,
to know your dreams, your days, your nights.
Your sun seems warm, and your air sounds sweet;
how strange that our words have made us meet."

as letters drift through time and space.
Each missive bridges voids unknown,
a friendship built through words alone.
And though we’ll never meet in form,
our hearts will beat warm through cosmic storms
Ejiro Jan 13
The symbol of fire reaches out to me
lighting every tree in its path
it finds me near the earth’s soil
it circles a ring of flames around my finger
telling me that I have been given a gift
with a smile of ego across its face
it returns back where it once came from
so now where I stand in the corner of time
whenever I am at arms length of a person
and reach my hand out to them
I scorch myself
leaving a permanent burn mark
that I can’t get rid off
leaving me disgusted of my own capability
of such a devastating curse
and so I try to find a solution
with a bundle of sticks from the forest
I dip my fingertips into them
letting the flames do the introduction
the sparks I had released formed smoke
with every breath I take I inhaled it
leaving gray clouds populating my vision
after this experiment I have done
I began to do it daily
throughout this process I found peace
until one day
I inspired the rapture of a wildfire
as it consumes every tree, bush, and ****
I didn’t feel it circling me
and so as the aftermath came
with smoke and ashes populating the burned down forest
where I laid
I felt satisfied but not fulfilled
Ejiro Jan 12
I don’t speak nor do I cry
yet I shall scream of utter silence throughout the night
with every glance that comes my direction
I play my role and ****** their souls without hesitation
I satisfy my hunger on the stolen years I have taken from you
so do not stare upon me with those faltering eyes
or listen to my prayer filled with lies
the beauty that is wrapped around my stone skin
has a malicious soul that you don’t want to admire
I prefer to stand alone with my cracked wings by my side
my hands in place for a testimony that I shall never bide
but if you choose to ignore my warnings
you’ll become like the rest of them
being one with the pile of statues with no hearts beating inside
so for the sake of you not losing your future
guard your sight while I move through time with pace
or I’ll catch you when you’re unaware
with my gentle touch tearing your pleads for help
Forgiveness is not heard from the stones that weep for loneliness
Ejiro Jan 10
When I heard you ripping off the wrapping paper keeping me hostage
I knew you were just as excited as me
when I saw you for the first time there was a big smile on your face
and so every day when you come back from school you’ll take me out of the toy box and we’ll go on our little adventures until the sun sets
those were times I could never forget
when you dress me up as a pirate and made me go down the slide with you while you screamed “AARRRR!!!”
when you would dress me up in little outfits
to match what you’re wearing almost everyday day
and I still remember those nights when you would read stories about fantasies and superheroes until you doze off to sleep
with me right next to you
hoping that no nightmares disturb your precious dreams
back then I see those as memories of nostalgia
but when you got older you started acting strangely off
it was as if one day you were leaving the door to go to school
and suddenly the next day your replacing almost everything that looked “childish”
but that didn’t bother me at all
when you replaced every inch of your wall with band posters
removing all your clothes that were filled with color to colors that represent the meaning of shallow
to taking out every toy and putting unfinished homework that you’ll never touch ever again
even those nights that I thought were still in our schedule for bedtime stories are now replaced with nights of you taking pieces of your unfinished homework, putting a weird substance on top of it, rolling it up and smoking it outside the window
the smell disturbed me and left the little remnants on my fur overalls
and on some days your parents who would yell at you when catching you do it out of sight
which led to you slamming the door on them multiple times
before I would watch this all this happen on the corner of your bed
but now you changed my location to where I am now next to the night lamp you don’t use any more
during this period of our lives it was like a roller coaster
until one day you slammed the door
and came back again with a sign of maturity around you
with band posters ripped off the and your secret stash thrown away
I observed you putting things away in boxes with your parents watching you with small smiles on their faces
I didn’t understand what was going on
until I saw a college paper near my line of sight
before you took off and said goodbye to your parents
you noticed me for the first time in a long time
I was collecting dust on my fur
with cobwebs piled on my buttons eyes and overalls
with the particles of that weird substance still lingering on me
you picked me up for the last time and tidied me up so I looked new
and instead of putting me the numerous of boxes you put me in a separate singular box
you carried me away and put me in a car
then we drove away for a couple hours
until we reached a new destination
you knocked on a door and a woman appeared and you guys talked for a while but before I knew it you put me in her arms and watch you leave
I finally realizing I will never be in your arms again
soon a few days past by
the woman wrapped me up in rainbow paper with a bow on it
and carried me away to a celebration of some sort
before I could question what was happening
I heard a young voice unwrapping the paper that kept me hostage again
then I saw a new face both filled with excitement and joy
and so the cycle repeats
I’ve been thinking about writing this poem all day when I was at school, but the hardest part of writing this was picking a title
Next page