#consistent
Can people change? That's one of the hardest question I've stumbled upon.
I've seen so many people change throughout my life.
My parents, my family, my friends.
Everybody's changing.
But when i look into a mirror, i don't just see glass that reflects light.
I see such an unchanged math problem that we might known as constant.
I see, myself.
Being constant is not the same as being consistent.
It's not a wordplay that everyone could mix it up.
Those two not even homophones.
Being consistent is sometime a thing that we could be proud of.
And yet being constant is
an illness that I haven't find the cure of.
I'm not saying that it's uncurable.
What I'm saying is
I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of being an unchanged variable that doesn't know how to change.
I'm sick of being a constant that is easily scratch out in a derivative.
Who are scared of the slightest change that eliminates.
I'm sick of being a constant that is negligible during a definite integration.
Who are disposable when the such circumstances are known.
All I'm saying is,
I'm sick of being a constant.
And for now,
I want things to change.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 5:55 AM UTC
I was able to fool myself there for a little bit
The fraudulent thought was constant
However, my penmanship captured a consistent internal beratement
But every new piece is the same 'ol shiit
It just pours out different
Duplicate content no matter the faucet
But it's only ever water coming outta the spigot
Forming from the origin of a recurring script
With only a singular way to interpret
You're only going to get one thing from an unchanging mindset
Just gets reworded before print
"Maybe they won't notice it"
"If I rearrange it it'll at least look different"
But the retreating interest is evident
Leading to the realization that was destined to hit
"They've found my secret"
"This pony only has one trick"
Should have paid closer attention to it
I lie and say it's wit,
Which I know is bull shiit
Because I couldn't and wouldn't argue if you called it redundant
The absolute of my failure is pungent
On my best day I'm still repugnant
Any new muse goes out of its way to be absent
Mostly due to the subject,
That's me,
Becoming complacent
Setting anchor in what was my escapement
Befriending my replacement
I wouldn't suggest it
But I ate it
So now I gotta ingest it
©2024
May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 1:42 PM UTC
What I can't regain
I will create a new, just,
Need to see it through
Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 5:17 AM UTC
Intensity is the underdog story
Wild soil to a champion
Flame out, and maybe
Fell to the drink
Consistency is two years without
So much as a batted eye or a blink
Ten steps ahead, maybe half an inch per week
Books with battered spines stretched across coffee-stained sheets
Intensity is *** or
A free trial for a week
Gold plated words
Tin can actions underneath
Consistency is the love, and
Knowing I know I will never know enough
Unconscious heartbeat
The very breath that fills my lungs
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 7:33 PM UTC
Each day will blessings flow your way
From your sure and consistent pace
Like the story told of a speedy hare
And the tortoise who won the race
Your dreams need daily attention
Which draws them to your embrace
So trade your fitful stops and starts
For that steady, consistent pace
Yes, quick and powerful actions -
At times they may have their place
But more success is gained by far
From a stable consistent pace
So when you plan your daily life
Save some focused time and space
For the daily thoughts and actions
That keep your consistent pace
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 10:21 AM UTC
You took a risk by asking me out for dinner
that happened last 5th of September
A date I will always remember
One dinner that leads to another, then another
You always remind me that every second is appreciated
Nothing is ever taken for granted
I have never met someone so consistent
And also very patient
You regularly make sure that I have eaten on time
You respected my boundaries and didn’t dare to cross a line
Habitually asking me if everything is fine
All of this, I will surely treasure for the rest of my life
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
In
a
poets mind
Contrasting
matters
collide
with
a
poets heart
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 10:01 PM UTC
I still fight;
yet I still cry at night.
I still sing a lullaby;
yet I still want to die.
I still bleed some ink;
'cause I still overthink.
I still feel like an elf;
for I still doubt myself.
I still am pale;
for I still can fail.
I still cause heartaches;
for I still make mistakes.
I still enjoy this tone;
but I still feel alone.
I still fill my bed with squares;
'cause I still have nightmares.
I still swim through rhymes;
yet I still drown sometimes.
I still want to hold you, dear;
because, honey, I still fear.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC
ive always envied you
in stormy days like these
youd hold the umbrella
and wait for the sun to comeback
whose patience empowers the unforgiving storm
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 2:07 AM UTC
Supremacy of Mother Nature, she shows no favorite here
everything, release and capture, it's what she does, my dear
Death a willing puppet, a slave to her requests
tiny little broken snippets, everything, put to the test
Humanity, a tardy tenant, relying on her better grace
a viral type contaminant, needing put into it's place
The insistent rain upon the tin, and constant rattle of the nails
Mother Nature always wins, even if, she fails
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
Inukit ko ang pangalan nating dalawa sa isang puno
Simbolo Ito kung gaano kita ka mahal, mahal ko
Naka ukit sa punong iyon lahat ng ating mga pangako
Mag mamahalan tayo pang habang buhay kahit labag man sa atin pati ang mundo
Sabay tayong nangarap noon
At alam kung balang araw matutupad iyon
Pero tila labag talaga sa atin ang mundo
Mga pangako'y bigla nalang nag laho at na pako
Tinangay ng malakas na hangin ang munting pangarap natin
Tila kahit saan ito tangayin ay kay hirap na itong hanapin
Bakas ang pangungulila at lungkot sa aking mga mata
Dahil kahit katiting na pag-asa'y di ko na makita
Umalis ka at ako'y iyong iniwan
Lungkot at pananabik na sanay babalik ka at hinding hindi na kita bibitawan
Para akung pulubing palaboy laboy kahit saan
Tulad ng pag mamahal natin di ko alam kung saan ang patutongohan
Iyong ngite na parang araw na nagbibigay liwanag sa buhay ko
Pero ang ngiting iyon di ko na nasisilayan kaya biglang nag dilim ang mundo
Mga yakap mo gusto kung madama muli
Mahal ko bumalik kana at alam kung hindi pa ito ang huli
Madalas akung pumupunta doon sa may puno kung saan naka ukit ang ating mga pangalan
Dahil alam ko na doon mo ako iniwan at doon mo rin ako babalikan
Tila buhay ay parang sentonadong guitara
Wala nang direksyon ang mga nota dahil nawala na pati yong kopya
Lumipas ang ilang araw hindi ka parin bumabalik
Mas gustohin ko nalang sumoko dahil dito sa sakit
May bagong pangarap kana ata diyan mahal dahil di muna ako binalikan
Masakit pero sige sisimulan narin kitang kalimutan
Tumanda na ang munting kahoy na ating pinag ukitan
Kay tanda narin ng pag-ibig natin na iyong tinalikuran
Ilang taon na ang lumipas at kay rami na ang nag bago
Pero pag mamahal ko sayo pang habang buhay naka ukit sa punong ito
Ngayon may kanya kanya na tayong sariling buhay
Buhay na pinangarap natin Pero ito'y namatay
Masaya na ako mahal sa buhay kung ito
Sana ganon karin katulad ng nararamdaman ko sayo
Mahal ang punong ito, ay mananatiling simbolo at Manana tiling naka ukit ang ating na udlot na pangako
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
I've never put much faith in
people
Even the most important in
my life letting me down
Abandoning and abusing
Casting aside and
scarring
Unloved and forgotten
In those times of
inconsistency
I clung with innocent love
to the constants
The sun, the moon, and the stars
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC
The first time I saw you,
I knew you were different.
through the heart palpitations and rushed inhalations
I saw clearly enough to differentiate
You from the obstinate, the inate,
the circle jerkers, the irate.
I just knew.
When you walk into the room,
Fahrenheit becomes Celsius and I hide somewhat inside and through my racing heart and my blood rush I time my glances so you don't think I'm staring.
But I am.
When you smile, you unwittingly create,
a mini universe with you and I.
When you laugh, out of sheer infectious joy,
I don't know whether to do the same or cry.
When your name pops up on my phone;
A loss of breath occurs with a stutter of unsaid words as the world stops and I stare as if into a daydream rising and rising until the magnitude of the amplitude is realised in its entirety.
The world is lit with fireflies as I dive into a sea of you as I'm enveloped by the idea of loving and giving and romantic evenings of dinner for two.
We'll drink champagne as we toast to Russell Crowe, to puns and the fun that will be had to come in the graspable future.
We'll stay up all night and watch the stars,
billions of light years reflected in your eyes as the fireflies dance and we're both in an each other induced trance in our mini world of two absorbed in wanderings and night meanderings.
We'll watch the sun rise in a blood red dawn vanquishing the fallen stars.
We'll watch the world grow and throw itself into decline and rise, following our own timeline, grabbing our destiny with both hands letting no regret reprimand us for what we do.
Because, the truth is, I love you, and there's nothing I can do.
In my nights awake all that's thought about is you.
In my dreams and daydreams, you're the sole proprietor.
the peace to my fire.
our happily ever after.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
I got to be restless,
So i don't miss anything,
That tries to get past me.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
I searched your face for words
as you drummed softly on my knee.
Poetry hidden within your pores.
paints through my mind a melody.
A kiss in the darkness to a new year.
I close my eyes and listen to the beat.
Vibrating colors I see, feel or do I hear?
Inspires me - create something for the Lord:
To see, feel, hear, taste and smell so clear
I give thanks for the way Jesus restores
with blessings, lessons, senses and love so near
Heavenly rewards I will never afford.
your silhouette is a scene of Christ’s creativity.
Those rhythms show sensations that He’s in motion
your heart-beat sounds of His life giving power.
your lips taste like the sweetness of answered prayers.
I smell His provisions and it is quiet for a moment.
...You're just a man...
But, you make me want to love God more fiercely.
Feelings are fickle compared to Christ, so consistent.
He’s the reasons we’re here, like this.
We may run off time.
He will be the reason when we’re gone.
OH dear, I may run out of sense and rhymes.
His love will remain.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 1:34 AM UTC
I try to change my socks everyday.
Otherwise i get all tripped up on my past.
Sometimes my life feels like lint between toes.
Rubbed off raw material from a malfunctioned owner.
Getting washed down a drain at the end of the day.
Taken away from a broken home.
Drowning without a chance to breathe anyway.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
Often people,
mesmerised by
the depth of others,
comment that they had
no idea they had so many layers,
that such profundity existed. I have myself
been likened to a coconut with a hard shell,
with undiscovered realms within. Hah.
I think perhaps though, that I
am more of an onion.
You can peel all
that you
want
but
-I'm just the same inside.
Maybe I could even
make you cry.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC