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Feb 2020 · 68
Short #42
The North Star Feb 2020
Everytime I look at you I smile.
If only you'd see deep in my eyes and see...

My smile isn't what it seems to be.
Feb 2020 · 81
#41
The North Star Feb 2020
#41
"I like you"
"I like you too..."

But timing *****...
Feb 2020 · 72
#40
The North Star Feb 2020
#40
It is what it is, but it's not and it hasn't.
Feb 2020 · 111
Fall.
The North Star Feb 2020
Please.

Catch me when I fall. Break my fall, because.

I promise, I won't bloom.
Feb 2020 · 78
Away
The North Star Feb 2020
Sometimes...

It's just best.

To walk away.


It'll hurt though. Unbearably so.
Feb 2020 · 50
They're Against Us
The North Star Feb 2020
There're against us
You and I
They don't want this to happen.
You and I

It can't happen.
Why
It can't
Why

It hurts, when reality hits.
Feb 2020 · 54
Trapped
The North Star Feb 2020
Feeling trapped
Speculation upon speculation
There's a chaos in my mind

I cannot escape.
You.

I cannot escape.
"We need to talk..."
Apr 2018 · 132
Like Rain
The North Star Apr 2018
You make me feel like rain.

I overflow with emotion
drip my joy everywhere I go
I feel like the smell of rain

Hopeful
Calm
Serene

One day I hope to see you face to face
One day, when the vision blurs, into the array of the next...
Apr 2018 · 121
The Blue Hour
The North Star Apr 2018
The blue hour Is when I am constantly thinking of You
It is when you capture me thickly in your presence
The amazement in this time

The hue of the heavens sky, blush strokes and strokes of yellow, blue fading to black just after the preceding promise of passion red slowly appearing

There is something in this hour that leaves me wanting
leaves me wanting more - yet I cannot help but feel satisfied

There's just something about your perfection that satisfies me. Deeply.

And yet I just cannot get enough. It's almost paradoxical. Surely if I was satisfied, I could move on right?

I supposed when You are enough, satisfaction is a given - a prerequisite when we come in contact with each other.

But that's just it isn't it - it's all about that contact

I can only be satisfied if I'm constantly returning to your well of Life.

Water can only quench for a limited time...
But what I actually seek, what I actually find in your presence quenches me for a lifetime and lifetimes over and again.

For whoever drinks of the water You give them will never be thirsty again.
Apr 2018 · 133
A Letter to You
The North Star Apr 2018
It actually has been a long time since I've been here.
Sitting down, putting pen to paper.

So much has gone on and happened. A couple of months and perhaps years have gone by since I've opened my mind to this avenue.

We've been through a fair bit you and I. We've seen, heard and experienced so much in such little time.

I know it's clichéd and lame, trying to make sure it all rhymes...
stays the same...

I guess it's finally clicked in that this season is over, my skill has fade-d a bit, my knack for writing has reached its end. I guess I'm at my last wits end - trying to make sure words fit.

But in all seriousness, for all intents and purposes I suppose I'll start...

with the real reason why I'm actually here. I guess it's in the silence that all this happens, where it all begins. It was in the silence that I first met you. A season it was where it was just the two of us - mostly one-sided, I spoke - you listened. For the most part I only sought you out in times of trouble, for the most part...

when i needed someone to talk to...

I was selfish then - I'm not so much anymore

You talk a lot - you always have I guess. You're much more wiser between the two of us. I suppose you do have years and years more to offer than I do, but nevertheless I forget this fact more times than I care to admit.

You have been my rock, my shelter, my comfort and my Shepard - like a lamb I have followed you (without even knowing it for the better portion of my life) like a puppy I have loved you - like a child I have forgotten you

But I have found you again. You have always been here, waiting for me while I went my own way. You have always loved me while I loved others and sought love elsewhere. You have always considered me while I forgot you and placed you in the attic of my mind.

But here we are, walking together again - the dust blown off, eyes set, the path straight

It seems so much simpler now doesn't it - my days are brighter, the lurking shadows around me have dissipated and I can finally breath deeper

deeper and deeper as I walk with you
I wrote this almost as an exercise to get back into the habit of writing again and all of a sudden I found myself opening a dialogue with the Lord through it. I feel like the Lord has done such an inner working in me over the past few days and weeks and He has definitely brought me closer to Him. It has been so great being able to allow Him to work in me - and as a result I feel I can walk in so much freedom and strength and I am so excited to see what else He has in store for me!!
Mar 2018 · 196
It's been a while
The North Star Mar 2018
It's been a while
I'd almost forgotten about you

Surmise to say I was succinctly shocked

...to the core, to see how far and deep I have come

From the depths of a dark place, I have found a light. My light,
This light has grasped me, grasped me tight - tight in His mighty bossom.

It's a weird feeling, an acceptance of helplessness outside of your will.

Two thousand odd years and you still remain, such reverence and still you choose to chase after me.

Well, I'm done running...

I was for a long time.  How peaceful it is now.

To cross, my legs and sit in comfort.

At your feet.
Oct 2016 · 241
limited
The North Star Oct 2016
if you believe you are limited
your thoughts flow from that belief

i wish it were so, uncomplicated
simple
every night and waking minute my mind plagues me
unlimited

an insatiable, unlimited influx of thoughts and emotions
flood, and flood
every day and every night
every night i drown in my own
euphoria and depression

i desire release
i desire capture too

i dont know what i want anymore, i dont think i ever have

i wish my thoughts were limited
i wish i was limited
Mar 2016 · 593
Paint me.
The North Star Mar 2016
Paint me like the burnt air.
Unwanted, careless and forcibly inhaled.

Paint me like the bruises on my chin.
Blue hued, swollen and new.

Paint me like blood.
Flowing and hidden, threatening to flood out.

Paint my pain.
No one else knows, I so desperately need to share.

In vain, paint me
In vain, paint me in vain.
Mar 2016 · 1.3k
Umbilical Charger
The North Star Mar 2016
Isn't it funny how the phone charger in theory resembles that of an umbilical cord?

Even as adults, we long for what was - from once we were torn

Isn't it something to say that something so important to modern society
Resembles something symbolic to birth
To nature

It's anything but
Sure it feeds energy and life just like the cord used to...
Sure it's useful in its own sense
Just like the cord used to...

Perhaps they share similar ends...
They'll both fade away from use and be thrown away
Oct 2015 · 412
It's not really a poem
The North Star Oct 2015
It's not really a poem
I thought I'd write
nonetheless

I prefer to wallow
in my own world of silence
and yet... I'm forced to interact

I share my thoughts, learn through my experiences
all the while
writing on a shabby piece of paper
Sep 2015 · 311
I dont play
The North Star Sep 2015
I don't pay attention to the
World ending
It has ended for me
Many times
And began again in the morning

I don't pay attention because I'm me
Fallen beneath the cracks
A forgotten pile of flesh and bones
Neither bad or very good
Person
Being
Entity
Bad things have happened, more
Less good, more bad more bad
I'm so filled with darkness
I'm lacking full introspection
If the world split I'd fall in between

It's who I am, dark and devoid in a world
That's not my own, full of optimistic aspired light.
Sep 2015 · 319
Seeking
The North Star Sep 2015
I am seeking
For so long I have been seeking
And yet...

I do not know what I seek

What is it I'm looking for
Where is the direction
Deflection
What stands in my way

Motivation
I lack the motivation to carry on

Seeking
Jun 2015 · 364
A sad reality
The North Star Jun 2015
It's a sad reality when I realise that you won't live forever.
you're slow to the pace.
No longer can I see through the wrinkles on your face.
you linger
stutter, longer than you should.
I never expected for it to come so soon.
too much to do - things I never could
do on my own, without you - now, the only hope is that I could
Ignore the heartache and gloom
and accept things for what they are - and soon will be.
that one day you will part from me.
It's a sad reality that one day you won't live forever.
May 2015 · 693
Wealth
The North Star May 2015
It is gained so slowly, lost so quickly
We fight over it, we burn over it
Immense and long graft awaits us, an early mourning next
Controlled by something foolishly we had to create
A temporary happiness, unsatisfied and unfulfilled
All over a piece of paper, an apparent expense
Mar 2015 · 398
infallible time
The North Star Mar 2015
Thinking, breathing,
heart beating still
observing a feeling of
decay, a bitter pill
     to swallow...

hurting and healing
irrevocable time to fill
grieving, left wanting
     biding time...
    infallible time
Mar 2015 · 350
not the best of days
The North Star Mar 2015
im not having the best of days
the universe is out to get me
I don't know what ive done wrong, there must be
a reason why I feel shackled, in a haze

weights on my shoulder refusing to relieve
seven days of thorough torment
my life is my own enemy, disbursing enjoyment
of such pain, desperate need of a reprieve

I cried today, internally though
my face mimicked, like a duck
calm on the surface
frantic beneath

i think i needed it though
not entirely certain
its time to close this curtain
before  emotions overflow
Jan 2015 · 539
Crush
The North Star Jan 2015
I was just about to tell you
but I was too late
left my heart out in the open
now it's all **crushed
The North Star Dec 2014
Don't lie to me
you're not helping anyone
this isn't the person you're supposed to be
what am I to believe while you lead me on - am I the first one?

Cease your aimless performances
Clear-out this alluring façade

Don't leave me a shell of what once was
I beg of you, don't let this chance pass by
cross your heart
hope to die
Dec 2014 · 367
Rose Petals
The North Star Dec 2014
I gaze upon the broken rose
pulling petals
finding joy
in little things
Nov 2014 · 340
You changed me
The North Star Nov 2014
I used to be sad
you gave me joy

I used to be fickle
you made me firm

I used to be scared
you made me brave

I used to be shy
you made me sing

I once was invisible
Now you see me

I never thought I could change
Until you met me.
Oct 2014 · 300
If I...
The North Star Oct 2014
If I dug a single seed into the ground
I hope it grows, grows...

In a year or two, if you're around
you'll see a rose, rose...
Oct 2014 · 342
Masked
The North Star Oct 2014
Behind this façade of cheer and bliss
lies the gloom and dejection within
in a void of emotions
you'll find my joy has run thin

deep within the mirror...
lies a portrait of me
deep within the mirror...
I don't like what I see.
Aug 2014 · 302
I'm Lost
The North Star Aug 2014
I'm lost

Flinging ideas and notions
Trying to find a way...
To cope with the commotion, inside...
my head

Threatening to tear...the fabric, keep away
It's not safe
For you...nor me
Ignore me...I'll rant about and about
Without a doubt

Perhaps in a little while
I'll find my way.
Jul 2014 · 1.7k
The tongue bites
The North Star Jul 2014
More biting,
less soothing.
such power, of lesser significance
sharp like a knife, piercing the heart
cool like the wind, seducing

Give it time
it'll bite
bite deep.
Jul 2014 · 362
God's gift
The North Star Jul 2014
God gave me a face,
But it was not pretty.
God gave me eyes,
But they only see bad.

God gave me a mouth,
Though wisdom doesnt flow through.
God gave me a brain,
but it wasnt smart.

God gave me a body
That doesnt flatter.
God gave me money,
But it wasnt enough.

God gave me some one to love,
But it was not true.

And then God had some mercy,
And then...God gave me you.
May 2014 · 571
An Old Man's happiness
The North Star May 2014
An old man's happiness is described as
His first time in a candy store
He grows into the boy
scoring goals on the football field
Preceding the feelings of a young teen
knocking on his prom date's door
that first kiss
Before the man;
all grown-up, makes his first business deal
Getting down on one knee
Loving truly for the first time
a life's devotion
Ending with the wailing sounds
Of his first child
The end of one
The beginning of another
Apr 2014 · 353
Is it wicked?
The North Star Apr 2014
Is it wicked not care?
it doesn't hurt to give a ****...

Is it wicked not to love?
rejection *****, give it a go...

Is it wicked not to affect?
everyone's afraid of ghosts...

Is it at all wicked to see
to really see
*what's inside of me.
Apr 2014 · 2.8k
Ignore
The North Star Apr 2014
Can you hear me
dropping the pin
Can you see
my chagrin

I won't force this
dismiss my provocative nature

Pretend you didn't see
Pretend you couldn't hear
Mar 2014 · 340
There she dances...
The North Star Mar 2014
There she dances
No care in the world
No care for glances
Nor criticisms hurled
Mar 2014 · 394
Mysticism
The North Star Mar 2014
In the confines of four corners
lies the imagination of a child
the imagination becomes endless, it's own universe expanding about
and it is in this instance that the world is missing out

Missing out on the endless possibilities to attain
self control on levels of infinite realities
to seek itself in a mirror and to create what isn't, plain
old Joe they said, they didn't offer a chance

the chance to lay the identity on the table, rather it has been prescribed
ascribed, it has become- no longer seeking but just a glance
at which once was, but isn't no more

the four corners have contracted inward
no more imagination to draw
from, what happens now is not serene
the dark is welcomed, the light exiled
there's not much to reconcile
what was once a rose bush, now just thorns
the days are rejected, the night adorned

when words fade and objects come alive
mysticism arrives to die
Mar 2014 · 767
My Voice
The North Star Mar 2014
Isn't it funny how we underestimate the power of our voices?
this sound that emanates from our throats, formulating words...
...are not just noises

Right?
I'm guessing it's pretty silly to assume that our voices are just perfectly placed noises, combining to converse with others, argue with others, woo others, defend others, offend others...

And it occurs to me that my voice, is not used the way I want it to be
instead, it's being limited. Limited to the sombre pleasures of others
entertaining people who probably don't bother, much about me
instead my voice is caged up, way up in my own thoughts

They say talking to yourself is the first sign of schizophrenia
do people who fear talking talk to themselves? Glossophobia they call it.
I say talking to others contributes to our enraging insanity
the society that conceals my voice, taints the will to be heard.

One day I got up from my seat in class to say a speech
I was surprised with what I was about to meet.
first came the silence, then the bafflement
people for the first time got the chance to hear my voice

Bewilderment? yes, Endearment? no
for what they heard was not the sound of a nightingale in the forest
but rather the sound of an emancipated prison screaming to the reaches of the farthest

The scene made me sit back and assess
my life looking back needed to be addressed
A voice isn't supposed to be internalised, is it?
But why do I struggle to break out?

Why is it so hard to let people hear my voice?
Why, why, why

My answer?

That's what you get when you underestimate the power of your voice.
Feb 2014 · 796
Laud the Grace and Whimsy
The North Star Feb 2014
Imagine it; kids in the park full of whim and ecstasy
Happiness to the brim, "to be young wild and free"

I had a very pleasant dream the other day
I was young again, just careless, free to play
and it dawned on me, how far gone I was to those times
All I do now is stress about the hours ahead of me, the days past

When we are adults, we cannot forget can we? Our minds are never free to wander, free to cast out all the troubles and darkness that dampen our spirits.
Adulthood isn't quite what they said it would be
I remember being a kid, waiting to be free, free from control- free to make my own decisions

But life wants none of that does it? Curve-***** keep getting thrown at us, hurdles upon hurdles upon hurdles, I just cannot keep up. I cannot fathom the amount of times I've fallen and pondered just staying down, down on the filth of despair, the dirt of down-trodden, the earth that is our sorrows,

But I just can't.

The same dream rewinds and plays on in my head. Jungle gyms, jumping castles and swings, this is the stuff of Kings.
It's this dream that keeps us going I guess
Otherwise why put up with all this stress

To accept life as it is, to play around and be free
To laud the grace of childhood and whimsy.
Feb 2014 · 622
This is me, sweet & short
The North Star Feb 2014
This is me sweet and short
I'll tell you now I bring forth naught, to the table
I'm no looker, definitely no smooth talker
My banter is unique, I can yet confirm, only sweet
as most of them say

If you happen to collapse near my way
be rest assured it"ll make my day

there won't be guilt, regret or sorrow
only contempt, maybe a pleasant surprise tomorrow

This is me if you will
an open canvas, for you to fill
Feb 2014 · 384
Do you remember me?
The North Star Feb 2014
Do you remember me?
The quiet girl who sat behind you during class; I'd always give you my pencils
The girl EVERYONE laughed at, except YOU...

Do you remember me?
The only one who wrote letters to you when you removed your tonsils
The ONLY ONE who'd listen when NO-ONE ELSE would

I remember you...
Golden brown satin hair; unequalled beauty- almost surreal
Perfect brown eyes, they matched your hair "why couldn't you feel what I feel"
That mischievous smile, hiding imperfect ivory teeth
your imperfections made me weak

I remember your laugh...
Cute and silent, the purr of bliss and comfort

It's sad that WE couldn't be...
I would have loved you more than anyone had.
Feb 2014 · 648
To Afraid...
The North Star Feb 2014
It's been years since we first met
yet this concealed feeling remains...

Being friends just isn't enough any more
Fear controls this invisible force between us
To afraid to confide...to say 'hello'

to afraid to say "I love you..."

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