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Aug 2015 Peter Simon

mercy stephens

i lost myself in the northern wind..
a cold kiss to my skin
shaking me with a touch of reality..
revealing every depth of damage within my heart..
as if the leaves were words
surrounding me in whirls
screaming through my ear
"im lost"

Aug 2015 Peter Simon

First Glance

Aug 2015 Peter Simon

Ronald J Chapman

First Glance

At first glance,
I saw only a girl dancing,
Her name was Tiffany,

But, If by accident, serendipity or by Fate's guidance,
I looked twice,

Your charm pulled me into this world far to the East,
Through song,

I have never had such a sense of passion and obsession,
That brought me into this world of miracles,

I've become obsessed with you,

This place of old and new,
This place of pain and happiness,
This place of beauty and respect,

Rising like the Phoenix out of the fires of war,
This remarkable place was re-born with youthful strength and song,

Noticing, over the years,
I have seen many wondrous things,
From this far off place to the East,
They call a miracle,

I've cried with your pain and smiled
With your joy!

Many times, I have wondered,
If your streets are only but a dream?

I look with my eyes,
I hear your voices and music with my ears,
But I truly see you in my dreams.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights

[Live HD] Tiffany (SNSD) - Rolling in the deep (Adele)
https://youtu.be/9zbwSlxsaO8

#dream #journey #place #korea

Aug 2015 Peter Simon

Wave Breaker

Aug 2015 Peter Simon

Toothless Nono

Wave Breaker

Her words hit me like crashing waves
And bit by bit
They take a piece of me into the sea
Leaving behind
A shell of my former self

#love #sad #break #water

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

Singing Sands

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

Joe Cole

Singing Sands

For Pax

I wander the sandy wastes and the deserts barren plains. They have their own stark beauty washed by infrequent rains

Each grain of sand an art form carved by nature's hand. Only the blind cannot see the beauty of this land.

Close your eyes and listen to the whispering singing sands and appreciate the beauty of the whispering singing sands

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

Lie

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

Pax

Lie

Every time I lie,
I break a piece of myself.

10w

I dunno the real reason
why I haven't post this,
perhaps it spoke too much
in such few words.

#10w #piece #lie #pretending #facade

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

The City At Night

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

Toothless Nono

The City At Night

There was a man
Walking down a busy street
And all the people he saw
Held a tiny star in their hands
Shining so brightly
They make up constellations
As they cross paths with each other
It made him think the sky
Has fallen into this city

He though it was great
Because happiness was evident in their faces
As they stare into their stars
Lost in their thoughts

But why does it feel wrong?
He asked himself
As he looked up to the sky
And saw the true stars he longed for
Observing him from miles away
In another galaxy, another world
Only then he realized
That these people miss out the true beauty
This place has to offer

#sad #lost #nature

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

The day I stop dreaming ~

Jun 2015 Peter Simon

Pax

The day I stop dreaming ~

The day I stop dreaming
     is when I started my progress…

I never really understood to why, oh why
do we have to start a living?

In the city of progress, I became the mindless puppet
Of what we call ‘the clichés of society’
FOR NOW - I’m totally blind in all five senses
    to where my love should be place in…

From a specific today, I am robbed for my silence
Totally alone never wanted nor even needed
Conceivably A misplaced person in a ‘crazy world’
- or it is just me who thinks this way.

Sometimes I would think no one would ever really captured
                          - ‘the essence of my heart’
Or probably it was just me, who never did take noticed.
Guessing I am too
  - Perverse to feel anything within the walls of my five senses.

Despite everything else, I understood how Society lives by.
The imaginable ways it burdens and pleasure in
–> Giving –> Receiving –> Showing –> US
                                                         how life works with their walls.

I could never blame how our world becomes a harsh place,
Yet I could took the blame on US
   or our humanity is too faulty consecutively.
Too many Securities from any Insecurities.
Walls upon Wall of their Owning Glory,
      Almost nothing is free.

So I stand chained from cultural responsibilities,
for we were made to think this way.

Ashamed of what I discovered
So I hide in the covers of my pen
To write, just write,
A Written voice for the fallen..

A friend told me “I think life ends when a man stops from breathing and also when he stops from dreaming. What will keep us moving if we no longer have holds to aspirations, to hope...”

Then my friend, Kalypso answered a big part of it in her review on what I am talking about in this piece, she said: “being a dreamer for so long, having to pull my head and heart out of the clouds and start the mundane process every day, over and over again, would bring me into this realm of thinking. Wondering why we do ...what we do? What is the purpose of working just to pay bills and survive, but barely live? Feeling like I disappeared in the process of becoming an adult and taking on responsibilities. Having no time to explore the world. To ponder the mysteries of life...or capture the beauty of everything around us. How the monotony takes away your creativity and individualism, blends you into society, almost making you invisible.”

Then Rachelle’s questions arise saying: “Do we grumble? Do fall into a deeper pit of despair or do we try to figure out how to transform our reality such that the world is exciting and challenging again?”

With all those thoughts arises from my poem, I came to understand that despite I stop dreaming big, I still hold on to the little hope and a hint faith I have on myself that someday, in some way a dream could rise again from the burned pages of my bucket list.

I am thankful that I have find/found friends in my writings.
So I appreciate everyone who reads me, greatly....

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1336541/

#love #senses #heart #living #society #cliche #blind #puppets #progress

May 2015 Peter Simon

Towers

May 2015 Peter Simon

Joseph Ross

Towers

Your pretentious verbosity
demotes quality
and suppresses clarity;
poetic variety
associates reality
with verbal insanity
not shallow vanity.

#rant

May 2015 Peter Simon

You & I

May 2015 Peter Simon

Pax

You & I

Would it be okay if I say, I’ve had enough of your presence in my life?
You’re too much of everything I hate
of all the things, you annoy me.
I wish you were gone and would fade away like you never existed.
But still you were there reminding me
of all the wrong things,
The bad memories,
The irritating personalities,
                   The foolish behaviors,
                                  The selfish self,
                                            and lastly
                                   The sad and gloomy
                                          State of mind.

I did something to hide you,
I can simply toss you aside,
Put a mask on your face,
        Do a charade
              Making you aware that you don’t exist,
              and a complete cover-up of make belief.
I’ve done everything possible I can to coat or erase your every existence
But then I realized you’re a part of me
That can never be erased
A reflection of me
The reality of me
You can never be without me   and    I can never be without you
because
all in all
you’re
me
.

"i wrote this when i was really down with myself
i always blame myself."

- that's what i said way back when I wrote this last July 2012. Now I've grown to understand myself better, accepting the things that I needed to embrace and just live the way I wanted without hate in my system. Yes, I guess the hate is still there, it doesn't fade easily, we always have our insecurity, sometimes it helps us stay grounded on our feet, but most of the time it hinders us in doing something good for us. I am glad that I found comfort, creativity, acceptance & understanding in poetry without it, I'll be exploding in every path I take... Thank you for reading my friends.

#self #hate #acceptance #understanding #youi