You flipped on me like a coin But to compare you to a currency Would be to suggest that you actually Could spend your time like it were money Or that you would place value on our friendship
I held onto you like a rung on a ladder But to compare you to such a useful tool Would be to pose that I might have actually Used you as if you were a piece of equipment Or that I thought I could climb you to reach new heights
You left me like a turn signal But to compare you to a direction Would be to suggest that you actually Had some purpose or mission or goal Or that you had an inkling of the destination of your journey
Never STOP yourself to WONDER how BEAUTIFUL you're ,, Jealousy will cease you to RUN after more SUPERIOR than you.. Your beauty will not stop you, but your PRIDE on your beauty will LOCK your MOVE ..
OPEN your HEART every time you open your EYES.. Make your soul LIVELY and as PLAYFUL as butterfly Who spends their whole LIFE , flying across AESTIVATIONS ,, Of singly coloured PETALS.... Holding the band of RAINBOW on their BACK...
If they stop , to CHERISH their beauty It'll disturb the law.. UNAWARE of their BREATHTAKING beauty they're happy & BUSY..
So, if you're arrived for a JOURNEY Never make SONGS of your MISERIES Make your PAIN , a mole of CHEEK Not an EXCUSE to hide your FACE Never let your SHORTCOMINGS be the reason to RUN away from LIFE...
They call crawling caterpillars UGLY But wishes to get KISSED from butterflies They're nagging , criticizing judgemental Can only PRAISE the Beauty... Nobody is INTERESTED in anyone's journey So BUSY to see transformation But Ready to Compare & to make PERCEPTION ......
"Don't let the noise of other people's opinion drown out your own inner voice" ~ S.J.
compare and contrast, the teacher asks us to do this, on a mid-term exam and I am struck-up by a resonance combo, a commandment compare and contrast, somewhere an ineffable has ordered me to love poetry, in all/only honesty, in that uncertain way. without surcease.
functional verbs that a button pushed, a non-rhyme that sang out somehow “this is the writing life, this way, yours.” live and last.
with that single directive, compare and contrast. without surcease, and your poem then, has no The End.
The nights are as young as we are, The days, are as long as our nightmares, Our dreams are short, But long during, To compare ourselves with others, Is like comparing our nightmares, They'll never be the same, For one person's nightmares, Are another's day dream.