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Heidi Johanna Oct 14
When my foolishness
Turned into wisdom
I was in love

Even the sunset
By the evening
Held my flaws

There was certainly no way
I could have left
Without a burning heart
I feel deep in my brain
I feel I'm insane  
I feel the pain digging my brain
I feel inside my brain
I feel I'm insane
Went to bed with despair on mind
Wondered of how the world could be this blind
Reckless action leading to messed up consequences
Life's road taking me to the plot holes and mazes

I closed my eyes, picturing a "happy world"
Where I'd somehow be aspired to become bold.
In that world, I'd long for someone dear
To keep me safe and eliminate all my fear.

Someone who'd love me for me to the core
Who'd stand by my side, never asking for more
Who'd help me go for the life's biggest leap
And with that thought on mind, I went to sleep.

Woke up the next day with my mother's face in view
That's just how early she gets up, this was nothing new
I rush for the classes, meanwhile my breakfast is ready
She puts the lunchbox in, her movement's yet so steady.
She ushered me out with a kiss like it's her job everyday
Waved at me like a child, as if I was going far away.

And it was on my way when I recalled,
How foolish was I?
Because in this world it was just her
For me who would die.
The world that I've been dreaming of
Was nothing compared to this
And oh the things I'd be willing to do
Just for my mother's kiss.
Ylzm Mar 8
When you are sad,
   you choose to be happy.
When you are poor,
   you choose to be rich.
When you are weak,
   you choose to be strong.
When you are friendless,
   you choose unseen spirits.

When you are not,
   you have no choice but choose.
Any fool can choose,
   and only the strong can fight.
But only the brave and wise,
   surrender and not live a lie.
And when you are dead,
   you cannot choose life.
Ylzm Feb 17
I pray when all is beyond my wits and my strength
I pray when the little I can buy exceeds all my money
I pray when fathers, friends and lovers failed me
I pray to entities I know not, even of imagination and belief

I pray knowingly that strangers, human or ethereal,
     are not obligated to me, even if I begged them
I pray knowingly that I have no wisdom to know
     what to ask, but only that seemingly good for now

I pray unknowingly if these powerful inhuman beings
     can read my mangled incoherent thoughts
I pray unknowingly if the formulated rituals of my ancients
     of magic, prostrations and sacrifices are effective

I 'll be thankful to gods, demons, angels and even men
     for a blessing is a blessing, and any help, is help indeed
I'll be careful not to be entrapped into constant gratitude
     but only to constantly build my wits, strength and money
yra Jan 7
If maybe I've had spoken to you my thoughts,
Would there be any chances?
If maybe I've had told you of what I really felt,
Would you have had treated me differently?
If maybe we've never met,
Would I be feeling this foolishness?
Jay M Oct 2019
Innocence
So small, so pure
Tender and mature,
Yet somehow
Lacking

Innocence
A child at heart
From others, so far apart
Unaware of the placement of words
Giving an entirely separate meaning

Innocence
So small, so pure
Mind secure
Despite attempts to tamper
With the delicate camper
In a woods of magic

Innocence
A child at heart
Ready to play the part
Yet, is it true
Through this hazy view?

Innocence
So scarce in these times
Foolish with these rhymes
Interpreted and tainted
But unaware of such
Picture painted
A gentle touch
On the shoulder
Whisper of explaining
Drop of a boulder…

- Jay M
October 28th, 2019
I was telling my friend about a kiss, and they thought I meant something else entirely. The minds of people these days are in the gutter.
F A Pacelli Jun 2019
we try to plan and calculate
all the twists and turns of life
as if we had a choice
on how our lives transpire
the arrogance
the foolishness
Ylzm Jun 2019
As a Seed begets a forest,
so a Lie begets Nations.
Truth blinds, Freedom enslaves,
Wisdom, foolishness, and Money, real.
The poor in spirit is blessed
But the world calls it depression.
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