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Keshan Oct 2016
As the door closes, my clarity is lost
The somberness cured by no write
My abilities tainted by acknowledgement
An ego fed, a dread nourished.
Truth has become vague, experience false
Passion is ignored, beseeching praise for a figment
Joy betrayed, to a want to excel
My heart unheard, still maintaining life.
Another's opinion, precedent over my own
If not commended, the quality is denied
The effort of honing, can not suffice
My talent blurring before it has begun to shine.
To continue, I question the purpose
A vision disregarded; a poet, unworthy .
Keshan Oct 2016
My demeanor, the aftermaths of recklessness
A child once, a man to soon
The glory to my name gone, the grace faded
Change do I offer no opposition to
Derogatory remarks, have I afforded restraint    
A new cry heard; my steps subtle.

Your age, can I speak not of
Every moment, filled with more youth than the first
Memories created; gems remembered
Your hand in mine, a single entity we formed  
For each other, were our lives
The joy spent, a cost to you.

A meeting of hearts, the night inspired
The ecstasy unspoken, but felt
Our naivety the error, unconsidered
An unthought conception, implanting itself
Impulse driving our passion, forth
Creators we became; the end I found.

Your figure lost, its voluptuousness
Atrocious had you seemed, to my young mind
The tips of your caress on my palm, offered no connection
Conditions to my love, a reality
Together could we be, never again
The burden was yours, my eyes were free.

To witness I chose, an obligation it was
The lights so bright, intensity I felt
Your tears and screams, nourishing life
The mistake shadowed, by bare beauty
My hands were gifted with purity; my luggage fallen
Reconciliation was to late, but my hands knew no release.  

My depart planned, my destination unmoved
His gentle touch, redirecting my path
The regrets unknown, my chin's resemblance I admire
Your forgiveness, I do not desire
Mutual feelings, the base of our relations
A conditional love, the root of an unconditional one.

Once a burden, now a source of joy
The end of had I decided, devoid of reconciliation
His subtle cries, owning my love.
Keshan Oct 2016
Obnoxious arguments; I rant only
My words, shard glass tearing souls
No exception is there, my wrath is equal upon all
Though for you, are the wounds mendable.
Excuse myself in rage, do I never
A barrage do I release, to free myself
Humaneness, my preach to oppose another
The hurt I inflict, is remembered by my own.
As your silence befalls me, my guilt grows
My thoughts erratic, not whole
What was spoken, can not be refunded
A friend, a foe; my acts deceive.
The loathe towards myself, my cell cast
Forgiveness a key, you grant.
Keshan Sep 2016
Allegiances, they pledge; my side, theirs
My trust, unconditional
Acceptance preceding perfection
Their appreciation shown, their truth unknown.
With them, are my woes no more
Unrestrained is my voice, in their presence
Insults do we barrage, none to harsh
Joy is embraced, smiles reflected.
When my steps are unheard, their cloaks disappear
My oppositions they sought, my closet they open
The war incited, buried in yellow carnations
Our fists, unclenched; my wounds too deep.
Disloyalty, a constriction to my heart
Their red hands, an intervention to my faith.
Keshan Sep 2016
Sodden was I in their praise; myself I let wash away
Their words, drops of nourishment to my own
A pedestal had I found beneath myself
My inspiration, had I forgotten.
Weeks pass, the error of my ways known
Studies do I pursue in vain
The serenity found, now lost
An act of passion, now a tedious task.
Attempted to mend, have I mentally
Fear the response, will I always
My name seeps no honor
The credit I claimed, was never owed.
Each write, diminished by discrepancy
Without you, is there no point to ink.
Keshan Aug 2016
The radiance, a splendor indeed
Emanating was your joy, truly
A time ago, your disappointment was shown
Your pride rejuvenated, once more.
My sight you graced, by error
Another had I been seeking, when your return was made
The scrutiny showing no effect on your being
Your vibrance, I wished was my own elicitation .
Praise you earned; never undeserving
Your ethic thriving, as excellence you claim
The weight of many; your shoulders burdened
Honor brought by your words, determined.
A glimpse I stole, as our paths parted
My respect grown, by your smiles' gold.
Keshan Aug 2016
Your failure, thought by your ear
Words of another, your dread spread
My shoulder, never not yours
Reconciliation; your voice heard.
A misery, my own doing
My recoil, accepting the proximity
Sorrow, the feeling behind my joy
The pain untold, but written in silence.
As your tears I feared; your side I embraced
A seat you offered, an honor remembered
Conversation alive again, its fragility accommodated
Your speech to me, always a pleasure.
My smile true; my heart whole
Another day for some; a renewed dawn for me.
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