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You’re not the unreachable stars
You’re not the almighty sun
You are every blade of grass
You are every deer in the forest
You are every ripple in the pond

But I
I am the restless moonchild
Roaming senselessly through
The starless sky

But I
I am the moon that wakes
Among slumbering hours
And sleeps through life

But I would rather be the dust
That buries your loneliness
But I would rather be the dews
That wash away your sorrow

Your gift for me is my love for my humility
Your happiness for me is my willingness
To be your eternal shadow and not just
The momentary sunshine

You’re not the sky high above all
You’re not the gale that takes all
You’re the dove I wish to caress
You’re the untouchable dandelion

And I
I am the dark clouds above all fleeing life
The inescapable starless night

And I
I am the gale wind that leaves nothing behind
That goes away silently
When there’s no hope left to be find


And I would rather be the catkins
That hold on to your dreams in flight
And I would rather be the honeybees
That take away your bitterness, despair and fright

Please show me how to love my humility
Please bring back my happiness, my willingness
To be your eternal shadow and not just
Momentary sunshine

For my love for you is not above all,
            But within every breath of life.
Written Thursday June 7th, 2018: I wrote it in Chinese first, and then translated it.
A few elements are from my earlier poems:
eg. Moonchild
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2101155/moonchild/
Bear came to do my garden today
It had got into rather a mess,
Sticky Jenny and dandelions,
Rotten roots and garlic shoots
Got poor Bear betwixed;
Hot and sweating, really fretting
Bear began to cry,
Why was it that I thought gardening
From painting let me hide.
But off he went along the fence
Pulling out the weeds
Found some bulbs that did not smell
Dug  them up, as fast, as well
Now they're  back in a different spot
Three short stems in an empty plot;
Made me laugh just to see
How silly that Woolly Bear can be.


Love Mary
Thank you to Ian my Gardener
there are those who
speak of secret               things
&         where the wind blows;
they     ever            disappear
s
she has one       earring           &
one            of            
                  thos e faces;
& several of the others
.
I
I am not a fool
I am not stupid
I am  human
I do believe in Cupid
I that night
I was hit by the arrow
I immediately, was in love
I was at first sight
I still was at first light
I will be at the next midnight
I will never make light
I know this is right
I will give you all that I can
I will be, only your man
I will be your biggest fan
I want to plan and plan
I will always stand by u
with you
I will make sure anything we will make it through
I give you my heart
I now start
And
I will give you so much more
I am yours

I love you
I do
#ibelieveinloveatfirstsight
Always speak clearly
In order for people to understand
Use voice projection
As you walk across the land
Let those words enlighten and empower
Positive thoughts are there for you to bring
Be of a succinct nature
Energy is everything
Hey, I’m back
From floating in the depths
Of my imagination
Still walking through this life

To that final destination
Still picking up my shattered pride
Still learning to change elements 

To make myself feel better

I fight my insecurities, daily.
Depression comes creeping in, Daily
I fight through these mixed emotions, Daily
I crack a smile and jokes just to cope, daily

If this is our reality
Need to celebrate individuality
And all that we hide inside

Let it out,
Picture it in a frame, to display

This is just a story
Of struggles that we face every day
And that’s okay
Sometimes moments don’t go our way
But all these little things
Are the way we are made
It’s our personalities we convey
This is what makes us who we are.

People I don’t even know judge me, daily
Rumours fluctuate about me, daily
I fight my constant fears of failing, daily
I’ve been pushing myself to places
I thought I would never go, daily
I reminisce and simmer in memories of better days, daily
I dream I could be doing better things in life, daily
I’m stuck in all my typical ways of thinking, daily

If this is our reality
Need to celebrate individuality
And all that we hide inside

Let it out,
Picture it in a frame, to display

This is just a story
Of struggles that we face every day
And that’s okay
Sometimes moments don’t go our way
But all these little things
Are the way we are made
It’s our personalities we convey
This is what makes us who we are.

I still get jealous, daily
Can’t help thinking
how I could have been a better man
then who you’re with now...daily
Still, flow through ideas,
of all the things we could have been, daily
Still crosses my mind
All the ways that I’ve let people down, daily
Still shake, still tremble, still scared
I’ll never be good enough, daily
Still fear rejection, daily
Still waking up, daily

If this is our reality
Need to celebrate individuality
And all that we hide inside

Let it out,
Picture it in a frame, to display

This is just a story
Of struggles that we face every day
And that’s okay
Sometimes moments don’t go our way
But all these little things
Are the way we are made
It’s our personalities we convey
This is what makes us who we are.

I can be the one who tells you,
You’re looking beautiful, daily.
I can be the one who opens you up
To feel real love, daily.
I’ll be the one who’ll make you smile daily.
I still find good moments in bad days, daily.
We can fight our fears bravely, daily
I can give you hope, daily
I can shine a little light I hold inside, daily
I still write lines, daily
I promise I’ll strive to be,
The best me I can be, daily.

If this is our reality
Need to celebrate individuality
And all that we hide inside

Let it out,
Picture it in a frame, to display

This is just a story
Of struggles that we face every day
And that’s okay
Sometimes moments don’t go our way
But all these little things
Are the way we are made
It’s our personalities we convey
This is what makes us who we are.

©2018 Written By Benji James
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