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  Sep 2015 Scarlett Riel
Jedidiah
I was walking down the sidewalks one day
with a euphoric smile on my face.
I look up
I look down
I look left and right.
And
I
Saw.

Life
without
Life

And I wondered-
Where are all the people who
reached to the stars
letting their minds loose to
the far ends of the galaxies

Where are all the people who
sang with their hearts
letting their body dance to
the songs of their inner-self

Where are all the people who
sailed the seas of life
conquering storm after storm to
get to the land of hope

Where?

Because all I see ---

Are people who
have their heads hung low
with their hands reaching
towards the ground

all I see

are people who have lost
the muchness in their eyes
their eyes open,
but not seeing.

Here they are.

not looking
not reaching
not dancing
not sailing

Not Living!

These people
Walking on the sidewalks
With their pace picking up speed

faster and faster
as if they were running.

I say,
Stop!
Slow down!
and
Live!

Stop not seeing
Life for what it is!
full of wonders and wanderers!

Stop not looking
For hope, and for joy!
Because if we keep looking
Only then would we discover.

Stop not reaching
For greater heights!
Because there are still more stars
to hold.

Stop not dancing
for if you listen closely
you would hear the sounds of life
making music for what it is.

Stop not sailing
Because across the vast ocean of life
There maybe storms, and tsunamis
but at the end might we find the land of treasures

Stop not Living!
because there is nothing more unfortunate
than to see a man who lives life in death.
Wrote this awhile back for my fellow commuters. There is more to this than I was able to write, but I hope (Whoever is reading this) this poem will give you guys a different kind of perspective.
  Sep 2015 Scarlett Riel
ThePoet
I had more love for the
reflection of your shadow,
than you had ever had
for the entirety of my soul

©
Scarlett Riel Sep 2015
I am trapped and he is free, envy blossoms within thy.
I can't breathe, suffocation is near, he cries tear a tear.
I stretched my arm through the iron bars. I touched him only for a second but  it left scars.

What is my life worth when I am trapped and he is free? Me and him can never be.
Scarlett Riel Sep 2015
I close my eyes
I can't bear to face the mirror again
The haunting anguish echos through me
It invades and penetrates this shell of myself until it threatens my existence

I don't have the strength to face it, to end it or finish it....

Instead I mask the flames of torment
Instead I condemn the pain that shouldn't exist in my brown eyes,
The window that reflect it, and hide it among the depths of my forgotten soul
Hoping that no one will glimpse its horrors

I compose myself, yet it follows me like a shadow
It waits

The monster isn't finished with me yet
Scarlett Riel Sep 2015
She opens her eyes... a flash of blue, yet two shades.
A game of cards, a hand of spades.

One eye vivid and bright, a sky blue that suddenly takes flight.
The other eye is different, more darker and deep, a blue that hides in the shadows and invades my sleep.

Both eyes balance that darkness and light, I muse. Yet if I could, which one would I choose?

The answer is none for as long as the sun and moon still co-exist and the day still turns into night's mist.....

I will love her two shades of blue because darkness and light are still beautiful too.
For those who find beautiful everywhere, in the darkness and light.

— The End —