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AsJay Nov 2018
You let your feelings be said on paper
Rather than saying it verbal
Amazing how the emotions fade like vapor
I start to wonder, am I visible?

Staring at me as if I’m thick
You really think I’m that stupid?
Who am I to you, some young *****?
Guess you don’t know I heard you say it

I wish I could read your mind
To see where you get your motives
Wondering why you think I’m blind
When I see you carrying your explosives

Opinions dividing me as a human
No matter what; no one’s thrilled
One thing surprising is the confusion
Better be careful to not get killed

Living life without a say
Going through all the struggles
Tryna make it out as though I am brave
Though my pain should be clearly visible

Where are my friends, are they here?
Ghostly marking their presence
I think I can sense something in the air
Or maybe that’s just my annoyance
The second of my trilogy of poems... Visible is another one of the poems in my portfolio that I gladly sit back and grin at in admiration, because of such vibrancy within the words I've used.
Just like the previous poem, that being 'Gone With The Wind', this poem is mostly a stab at what I've seen in my life and judgements made against me.
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AsJay Nov 2018
I am damaged, I am raw
In pain but I don’t feel sore
Why do people stand and glare
Can you not see me here?

I’ve evaporated into a fine mist
Yeah I know, I get the gist
Everyone seems determined
To make sure I’ve gone with the wind

I wonder if it even comes to mind
Or whether people are being purposely blind
When you spit accusations at my face
It’s not even funny if that’s the case

Maybe it’s when I speak my thoughts
Loudly spoken of all sorts
I know that I may be rude
Based on reminders or maybe my mood

Who knows what lay beneath
My very soul after grinding my teeth
Oh my gosh, I’m being sinned
Guess that’s me done, I’m gone with the wind
One of those poems that makes me smile from how I managed to write something as powerful as this straight from the questions I ask myself on a daily basis... Gone With The Wind is basically about my perspective on life.
This poem really does begin a trilogy of poems if you want to call it that, as the following two pretty much have a similar meaning and vibe to them.
Hope you liked this poem, even better... mind 'blown'.
Enjoy!
AsJay Nov 2018
Knowing my head’s telling me lies
But my throat hurts as it swallows
Thoughts buzzing ‘round like fireflies
While underneath the willows

From the rising of the sun
To the sunset during summer
It’s hard to forget someone
That gave you so much to remember

Cannot sleep in this empty bed
Unsure if I’m gonna cope
Many colorful shapes in my head
Like an everlasting kaleidoscope

Again seeing you in my cavity
When you wrote an address that night
That wasn’t just a dream to me
I’m gonna hyperventilate

Figuring out what happened to you
Why our talks ended so sudden
Still wanting to find the truth
Two years with completely nothing

It’s easier to move on I know
But you have to understand
Everyone said to just let go
I guess I was a one-man band

I remember when I saw her face
When I heard her say my name
She wasn’t just another grace
I felt her make me sane

Delusion they call it, sensing their hate
I know I saw you in every dream
Hope doesn’t have an expiry date
But silence is the loudest scream
This poem, Willows, was a rather emotional piece to come up with and took some time to construct because of the emotion and story behind it.
The poem is about a person that came into my life back a few years ago, we became close but have since lost contact and the connection that was once so fluent, although she and her memory has stayed with me ever since.
Does anyone else out there wish that sometimes they didn't have such a good memory? Because I most certainly do, but she's a memory I'd rather keep in mind.
Anywho, so here it is... my latest poem, Willows.
Enjoy!
AsJay Nov 2018
Why does it take so much?
I’m only wanting to feel happiness
Dreaming of having it in my clutch
But all I’ve got is emptiness

The night sky looks so glim
Stars shining at every corner
Knowing my chances are pretty grim
I’ll go stand over by the border

Fallen from my perch
Of my broken and eroding kingdom
At least now I’ve got the urge
To ******* freedom

Just like a jet soaring the sky
Or like the open water for a fish
I’ve always said I’ve wanted to fly
And now I have my wish

My love for you is strong in every way
While writing this I’ve begun to cry
‘Cause the only thing I feel I can say
Is goodbye
AsJay Nov 2018
Am I a man, or a liability
Visioning myself out of home
All my walls taller than me
And the unescaped feeling of being alone

I sit there like a garden gnome
Staring my fate right into its soul
Thinking I’ll start sipping that Styrofoam
Cos it’s home where I bear the insult

“It won’t work out, it never does”
So much for your encouragement
Wish I was with the clever ones
Running free like a thoroughbred

Preaching at me about having patience
Look at you, you’re full of it
What’s that word you’ve never experienced?
Another one comes to mind, cough cough ‘hypocrite’!

I can’t move on from your effluences
I’m reminded each time I try to forget
Back engaged within those experiences
Then you go and ask why I’m upset?

Wish you could see what I wish
That age doesn’t define anything
The opportunities that went with the mist
When all my friends had everything

Seems like my words make a stain
All I ever do is to be wanted
I have the strength of an aeroplane
That goes towards the wind and not with it

Tonight I’m lonely I can almost cry
In the wake of my very absence
But around you, I keep my cheeks dry
For the sake of your obedience
This poem was quite a task in the making, took roughly a month to construct with multiple lines coming to mind [and they still are].
The poem itself is basically about my life growing up at home and the relationships with the people within the home.
AsJay Nov 2018
Laying here looking across the bed
Wondering who’s creasing the pillows
I’m always thinking of you in my head
Oh I miss you more than my sorrows

There’s something about the rain
That turns everything so doom and gloom
Making the memories fade but stain
Without you in this lonely room

You haunt me throughout my dreams
Right until the sunrise at dawn
Hard to comprehend that you’re up there
Hope your mamma’s keeping you warm

I want to know if you’re safe and secure
Or still in love with me the same
Cannot believe that I did little to search
I’ll always carry self-regret and blame

Nowadays I don’t know who I am
Or who I’m meant to be
Without the one thing that made me a man
I ******* miss you baby

Now when I speak someone ends up hurting
I’m not one for giving affection
Echoes saying that I’m a good person
While I can’t even stand my own reflection
AsJay Nov 2018
I was once the new boy in school
There was I all shy and alone
Where I was I had no clue
Just knew to be on my own

Took just three days
To have an unwelcome crowd
Showing their ways
To keep pulling me down

Not knowing the human in me
Hiding the wounds and fracture
Only knew I was a refugee
From a place that met mother nature

If only you knew the damage
Of the trauma from your attempt
All the stress I had to manage
When I already felt exempt

Depressed enough to even decide
Whether everything was proof
To consider attempting suicide
Due to hanging from my roof

Chose to ignore the *******
Continuously sinking my hopes
Understood their empty morals
While I was trying to cope

I grew into a better man
Life is better than I seemed
Believed in doing whatever I can
To do what I’ve always dreamed

No matter what you’re going through
Or convinced light will dim
Just know that if you be you
You could never let the bullies win
Entirely constructed within a period of 24 hours, this poem is about my ordeal back in 2011-2012 when I relocated schools and cities after the event of an earthquake in my home city. I can't say the reception I received was considerate or healthy.
You could say the poem shows a before, during and after concept because it's basically a story of what actually happened.
The finish is a message to anyone going through either emotional or mental discomfort.

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