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Ben
Tea Sep 2020
Ben
Time has passed...
Today has come so fast...
And yet so slow...
Just the speed that plants grow...

I've not been able to talk to you...
All this time, I've been stuck on what to do...
There has been a stupid error...
The help team doesn't answer...
Maybe I should call them this time?
Will they help me undo this crime?
Of staying silent to you...
Honestly, I don't know what to do...

So now, I write again here...
Stating everything clear...
Because it's your birthday...
And I just wanna say...
I'm so glad I could've met you...
You were not just a person I listened to...
You were a good friend to me...
Forever you'll be...
One of the sweetest persons out there...
Kind, patient, understanding, you care...
I hope and pray that you have a good day...
That you are smiling all the way...

It bothers me about every day or more...
I can't chat with you like before...
I couldn't even check the message you sent on my birthday...
I only saw that you sent something on that day...
And I appreciate you for that...
Don't think I've forgotten it...

I still love you as a friend...
Believe me, this is not the end...
Dear Ben, I hope you can forgive me for still not having been able to message you. I really tried... Please try to like, love, or comment on this poem if you see this... I don't think anyone else will
Tea Feb 2021
Why are we scared to breathe?
Is it because we are scared something good might leave?
Is it because we don't want to be heard?
Or do we see something that is feared?
It's so easy though...
Easy steps to follow:
Inhale...
Exhale...
And repeat...
Inhale...
Exhale...
Suddenly life is sweet...
Inhale...
Exhale...
Listen to that sound...
Inhale...
Exhale...
Isn't it a bit more peaceful all around?
Inhale...
Exhale...
Breathing is keeping us alive...
Inhale...
Exhale...
So soft, sweet, like a small wave...
Inhale...
Exhale...
Like the sea, going back and forth...
Inhale...
Exhale...
A soft breeze gliding over the earth...
Inhale...
Exhale...
Beautiful, indeed...
Like a small plant coming out a seed...
Inhale...
Exhale...
Continue lifetime-long...
You can because you are strong...
Tea Aug 2019
Death doesn't have a story but a song...
It can be very short or very long...
It's agonizing and painful...
And its rests are quiet and dull...
Many know the different melodies of sickness...
She, so powerful, in her grieving-dress...
Pain, not far behind in her footsteps that hollows...
Hated and cursed are they, along with death that sometimes follows...
There is no place where the song isn't found...
Terrified, are many, of the sound...
Healing, doing her job, trying to ease...
But not everyone is she to please...
She is not always allowed to stop the notes and the song...
She must obey and not go wrong...
All of these are under command...
Death, sickness, pain, healing, are all under higher hand...
Don't wish for any of them to go away...
What will happen if they don't stay?
They must continue to teach me and you...
Think about it for a minute or two...
Hey there! I have never shared any of my rhymes with anyone except close friends. But now I have finally decided to share them with you. Please excuse any typos or grammatical errors. I hope you have an awesome day further!
Tea Feb 2021
We learn out of hurt.
Saying I don't want to hurt
again, is not wise.

Experiencing
pain is not a bad thing if
you can heal again.

Healing is simple.
We can forget the pain once
we decide on it.

Sometimes it takes time
it is not always easy
since we overthink.

We think we are the
special case and sink into
self pitty again.

We accept our bad
parts and fail to see that we
can improve instead.

Special cases are
rare and the chance that you are
one is very slim.

So don't think the hurt
is too big for you to take
since you are stronger.
Tea Feb 2021
Death calls to me from time to time
Sometimes, I even slip on its slime
It reminds me of the stinging shards in my heart
It reminds me of how close it and I are apart
Softly, it whispers in my ears at night
“Only I can help you take flight
In this life, you go up this mountain every time
Just to fall down, that won’t happen with my slime
Every night, you cry yourself to sleep
Hiding your true feelings, oh so deep
If you call this life, how can I be any worse?
If you accept me, I can give you rest
Don’t you also think this is for the best?”
Then, I sit still and listen to its reasoning
But then I answer, after listening and thinking.
“Death, I climb this mountain because I must
When I fall down, it does wound my heart’s crust
But more than anything, I learn
With every loss, I earn
With every tear, at night
There is another bright light
For every time I hide
I find a better place to abide
If you are silence, peace, and rest
Life is adventure, which I like the best
So please stop knocking on my door
Stop pushing me to the floor
Because I will not let you in
I will get up after you think you win
As long as I breathe
I am not going to leave.
The prompt I had for this poem was: "If this is life, how can death be any worse?"
Tea Feb 2021
I've been thinking hard
About every single card
Since we became dangerously unstable
We decided to put our cards on the table
Like a bridge in a prelude
I've come to conclude...
You truly love me, do you not?
I'm unsure if it's a little or a lot.


But despite how and what you feel
You've decided to take and steal
I've tasted of rejection
Instead of true affection
I have been abandoned and let down
Just because you were born in this town
You are cruel for pushing away my offered hand.
All in the name of patriotism and love for your land.


Your cruelty is birthed from your innocence
And unknowingly, around you, you've built a fence.
You don't know how much it scratches and stings
To feel you plucking and playing on my heartstrings
But the worst is that you have no idea or clue
About the harshness I always receive of you


So I've come to see
That we can not be
You love your homeland much more
Than me, who's not here forevermore
And you are unwilling to find a compromise
Therefore, our relationship is facing its demise
And although this makes my heart hurt and static
From the very beginning, you've been a fanatic
The prompt I used for this poem: 'You love me, do you not? You are a cruel woman, to innocently reject a man like this, in the name of patriotism and love for your land. Your cruelty is birthed from your innocence, and, though you know it not, you are a fanatic.'
Tea Jul 2020
My dear friend, Ben...
Wish to talk to you again...
It's been a long while...
Do you have a smile?
I dearly hope so every single day...
So far, I can't think of another way...
To reach for what I once could hold...
Now, there is a room, empty and cold...

More questions than statements are to be found...
Doesn't matter where I look around...
I can't see you here, or anywhere...
I climbed a mountain and looked from there...
But I realized I was at the wrong place at the wrong time...
So I got on here and am writing this rhyme...

Like sending a paper plane off into the air...
Seeing it fly, swiftly, and fair...
A bottle with a letter into the sea...
Drifting to where I cannot be...
A call, towards the stars...
Cleaving in two, the sound of wars...

Like reaching to the sky...
When all else you can do is fly...
A salty droplet from my ocean...
Sinking into the earth, where it all began...
A single note in a quiet place...
Giving flavor to the empty space...

Whatever others think about these words...
I will keep composing these chords...
Until one day...
I receive your "hey"...

Do not think that I will forget you...
It's probably the last thing I'll do...
My friend is what you will always be...
Until the end of me...
Dear, Ben. I hope this could reach you and brighten up your day <3
Tea Feb 2021
You see, stretched far and wide, the ocean.
It is just as your every move and motion.
You always seem to come and go.
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
But you never go away or leave for good.
I can always find traces of where you stood.
And if I follow each of them, one after the other.
I can always find you, putting two and two together.


Do you see, up above, the pale blue skies?
It is just as empty as the look in your eyes.
Your soul seems very tired and strained
Your heart is left behind, darkly stained.
I have seen you search like a lonely ghost in the night.
Across bodies of water, forests, and deserts for light.
And till this day you are still roaming around.
Searching for difference in the monotone sound.


But now, do you see, beneath us all, the earth?
It is just as fertile as the happiness you birth.
You leave behind a trail wherever you go.
Many things are added with each tomorrow.
Fireflies, flowers, dew, a soft breeze grow.
Yet, you never look back, only in sorrow.
I wish you could see the truth in what you do.
Not just what or how you are, but also who.


And just as you can’t see the winds, even when all around.
You don’t notice how free you are and unable to be bound.
You bring change in the weather of life.
But you never stop your roaming or strife.
Your wings are strong but all grows tired.
So please accept how you are wired.
One day you will find a good place to build a nest.
And I hope it is in my arms you will find your rest.
Prompt for this poem: "See the sky? It is just as empty as the look in your eyes."
Sky
Tea Feb 2021
Sky
Blue, orange, grey
Night, day

Clouds pass by
Birds fly


Stars show
Storms blow

So many sights
Dark with tiny lights


Smile for me
With the sun in the sea

Light and blue
Sky, I love you

— The End —