#diffidence
Am the sun,
It shines bright,
Gets the planets light.
Its stays still,
makes the rest round at it's will.
It burns all day
gives life all way
Never takes a path,
but aligns the rest like it took an oath
Despite burning and shining,
Term it's fate, it has to stay alone.
A lone king, whom everyone is in need.
But no one would near.
Am the sun, The Lone king.
Am the moon,
I borrow light,
I seem to shine, but am dark inside.
Am the rain,
My tears are always beautiful to others.
Am this dormant volcano,
who people know is a volcano,
but never scared of.
Am this sea,
constantly kissing the shores,
which can i never own,
Deep calm inside,
violent outside.
Am this paradox,who
knows never anything
of what I'am nor what I'am to be.
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
Whispering winds of solemn sorrow
In the mundane hours of the night,
Surmise the falsities of tomorrow,
Spreading dark throughout the light.
Preying upon the minds that dwell,
With woven lies, a web so foul...
Hark! The sounds of voices swell
As the whispers rise into a howl.
Soon settling the sorrow of the traveling fellow...
He never could find his way,
Strumming tomorrow like it were a cello,
Snapping the strings in dismay.
Who--alive for years, never did live,
As his angst and diffidence cumber.
Even the magnanimous can't forgive
Missing dreams of untried slumber.
Remnants of his tortured call
Were swept away in the breeze.
A feeble ripples arduous sprawl,
Replaced by the fray of the seas.
His idle mind tended to wander,
Through yesterday's--before tomorrow,
Distorted pasts of future's squander,
Finding days from which to borrow.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Without a second thought
She casts a shadow—
To reign down upon his lot,
Still waters; cold and shallow.
Struggling in her web he’s caught,
Left hanging in the gallows.
His heart—all but left to rot,
Her perception of him, fallow.
He tilled the fields of thought
With acre upon acre of roses.
Untying even the toughest knots
So loves door never closes.
He didn’t care if it were for naught,
An intrigue that never dozes,
But broke when he missed his shot,
A lonely bard in a field of roses.
She did not see him in such grace
To look past his imperfection,
Nor climbed the wall to see his place
Of fervent—lasting affection.
In a world of chatter he sat—
In eerie prolonged silence,
To love but not be loved back,
She drowned him in diffidence.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
My ignorance is astounding
Yet,
It is of my own choice
Laziness
...
Exactly the cause of my diffidence
If one is to be confident
They must believe in themselves
And in order to do so
They must deserve it
By feeling they
Deserve it
Through their actions though,
I suppose,
That show they deserve it
...
Oh la, I’m simply leading myself in circles
But the main point is
If I want to be condfident
Only I can make myself feel
I deserve it
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC