Ambika Jois

Ambika Jois Dec 2015

You're the reason
... I'm smiling today
You're the cause
... for my well-being
You're the purpose
... I wake up to everyday
You're the meaning
... to every song I sing

You're where
... my home is
You're
... my ultimate goal
You're all
... the essence of bliss
You're
... the food for my soul

You're my
voice within
You're the essential
... I cleanse with
You're the inspiration
... for every beginning
You're black and white -
- and all the truth

You're in my mind
You're in my veins
You're in my spirit
You're in my pain

You're in my soul
You're in my pleasure
You're my
everything
You're my heart's
treasure.

For my beloved. Who makes me feel like I was created and put on this planet just to experience life. With him.

#love #heart #pain #mind #soul #you #body #purpose #reason #pleasure

Nov 2015

Kj

dating a writer

dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

Ambika Jois Nov 2015

Roses Are Red

Roses are red,
Violets are violet.
Poets can lie to rhyme,
We can't keep our minds all that quiet.

#roses #mind #quiet #rhyme #red #violets #poets #simple #rosesarered

Ambika Jois Nov 2015

Mercy

Oh I am scared alright
Of what could happen tomorrow
But I can't decide -
Do I fight, accept the sorrow?

All this noise inside me
Sounds like the ending
Am I now free,
Or is this just beginning?

Warped into a vortex
To the point of no return
Black hole or oblivion
Every part of me is burnt
Have mercy on me
I've never come this far before
I don't know who I am anymore
Have mercy, have mercy on me.

Let me feel the good you're feeling
I don't know you're smiling
Can't you see me crying
What answer do you see in me?

This poem is a conversation between me the dreamer, and me as the one who got the dream I wanted. I wrote this poem when I was feeling trapped at a point in time. I didn't know what to do, I didn't know if I was already doing the right thing or I had yet to. It was meant to be the best thing that ever happened to me, but I was not happy about it.

#doubt #pain #confused #scared #lost #ending #trapped #burnt #mercy #noreturn

Nov 2015

Bria Grimm

Stay, Innocence

I hope you never reach
The day
Where you are lost for words
Because they're tangled up in
Agony.

I hope you never reach
The point
Where your innocence of
The world is
Robbed.

I hope you choose
Your friends and
Lovers wisely
So that you never have to
Discover what it feels like
To see those who you believed
Would take a bullet for you
Dance behind the
Trigger.

I am very fortunate that this has made the daily poems! I am completely new to this site (about a week or two in) and it is truly an honor to have my work recognized. Thank you guys for supporting!

#love #trust #lies #hope #betrayal #friendship #lover #innocence #deceit #wise

Ambika Jois Nov 2015

The Truth About Poets

Every poet has a truth.
The truth is, poets can lie.
Poets can lie and hide the truth.
Poets can also disguise a beautiful truth as a sinful lie.

We poets don't back down easily.
We poets want to win every conversation.
We very much prefer to raise our pens
To record our artful manipulation.

We write about our sorrows
Our nearest and dearest know nothing of.
We write about our joys
Our greatest challengers want to dispose of.

Do we know someone who knows us better?
Do we know someone who knows who we are?
Do we know if we are anything else but poets?

We are all the same.
You are human, as am I.
You see it straight, I see it in rhymes.
You like it easy, I like it fly.
You hear it quick, I take my time.
Do you know why?

'Coz every poet has suffered a lie.
A lie that ignites a fire for truth.
Poets can write the truth whilst hiding the lies.
How can we not, when -
We poets can disguise a painful lie as a beautiful truth?

#poem #poetry #lies #truth #poet #beautiful #painful #poets #suffer #sinful