#diffrent
bleak times as all fall
warriors ebb differently
obscured within sheets
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:15 PM UTC
Don’t be mad...hate not,
when works are badly thought of;
you have your own mind,
diff’rent...from the rest;
you think, you create diff’rent
as they......do diff’rent...
your style manifests
your values and opinions,
your words mirror them...
your free verses and
haikus...earn their own sparkle,
draw their own audience...
tinged with black humor,
or mild sarcasm...it's YOU!
your style defines.....YOU!
we’re a world of poets
diff’rent folks with diff’rent strokes
we sting......stoke..........we touch...
Sally
Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Decmber 12, 2019
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 10:25 PM UTC
When would a thorn and petal,
look so unavailable.
One sharper than any wit,
that would make you laugh
at even the saddest moment.
Smooth like sandpaper always saying
the mostly badly timed
replies...
Yet her voice was scented and smooth.
No matter what her words
wrapped around,
no offence could be taken.
I offered her a rice crispy cake when we
first met..
As she struggled for breath I started the
kiss of life..
Then she grabbed her pen stabbing it in my arm
not hers..
the blood and all I remember
was lips on mine.. she'd managed to pen herself.
I didn't realise she had a nut allergy.
but as I awoke her lips breathing into me.
I thought id repay the favour.
I've never been kissed so passionately
before death she said.
I was her petal and she was the thorn.
she'd giggle at a funeral,
I'd cry thoughts of the past of what was cut short.
but in her eyes, it wasn't sadness but joy,
that so many had turned up to see you
this last time. And the dreadful outfit
you'd picked to spend eternity in.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
We are all locks,
that only a few keys
can unlock.
But you weren't like the
others,
you picked mine and discarded it.
From then on, I was always open to you..
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
If we were each a penny,
and were thrown
in to a wishing well.
We would float,
because who wants
to be like all the rest..
Its always good to be yourselves,
not to drown in a well of
others wishes of
how we should be.
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:18 AM UTC
Life is never a plan,
there is no map.
But lets get lost in it together.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
Some may think where
stained.
But where just
not there
version of clean.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:18 AM UTC
Do not judge
I,m the same as you.
Values that we hold
Every day we show
Respect for our
Sisters & our brothers.
I would treat another,
The way I want to be treated.
You and I are the same inside.
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
We are all thoughts that aren't
as tuned as others.
But even though we see through
different lenses
some lessons can be learnt
from the refraction of others view.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
She was the one who said yes
When everyone kept saying no
She was the one who asked questions
When everyone kept silent
She was the one who whent left
When everyone was walking right
She was the one who touched the sky
When everyone one was kissing ground
I was the one who got insipired
By curiousity and interest of hers
I was the one who followed
Through her open doors
Where everything is alive
Where everything is alright
Where screams are right
Where curiousities live
Away from dusty boxes
Of already forgoten people
Who didnt think or feel
That there is another way
She was only one sane in this world
Of plain things surrounded by coldness
Without her I would be lost in numbness
Dying slowly or already gone
She gave me answers
To questions I didnt know that exist
She showed me colors
That nobody sees
Maybe she just got me insane?
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
Some of us are just carbon copies
of others wanting
to be other than ourselves.
We should embrace our individuality,
or become stale,
weaker copies of another.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
The Moon would like to let everyone know that it is done
It is sick and tired of chasing after Earth
No matter how beautiful it seems
It always ends the race two steps behind
But dear moon doesn't have the whole story
You see the Earth is also chasing after love
But it does not pine over our dear Moon
It hungers for the Sun
The last 4.5 billion years spent
In the sun's soothing lullaby
Its oozing radiation, and humming warmth
Butterflies flutter at its core
But ill-fated as all love story's are
There is no love left to return
You see,
The Earth's surface is a little too bumpy for the shining sunrise
Don't blame the sun it did not call upon this bewitching manner
The sun is not believed to be apart of this foolery
It is not in enchanted by the all powerful
It does not fall in love
Nor does it spin for another
It stays in motion for no one
It is a humming ball of fire
Burning everything in its path
You tell me a good love story
I shall call you a fool
You label me pretty
I shall label me Sun
For just like it
I am my own sunrise
I can, shall, and will Ignite
Ignite my prince charming
Ignite all such fairy tales
I am not you're pretty princess
Puckered lips and giggled laughter
I am the queen who shall show no mercy
I will show you true meaning
Of fire
Of fear
Burned bodies turned to ash
Ignite my darling
Ignite
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:14 AM UTC
Where footprints in the sand once stayed,
one is now washed away..
And we look around hoping one day ours
will be joined by another's.
Different from before,
But for now we walk on the beach
looking at each sunrise,
because there is always another day..
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
A square that was a little twisted
Didn't want to lay on his side like everyone insisted
Instead he wanted to stand on his pointy end
Look and see just what become of him
Because he did not want to be like all those that had come before
He'll now be a diamond, forever more
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Opposites never so much the
Same, one warmth, one cold
Each a measurable effect on
The other.
Heat melts cold, then steams
Of passion unfold, where once
was rage, now soothed upon
By cold calm words. That breath
Relief upon radiating heat, now
Cooled but not hot neither cold.
Difference is not always negative
Not always bad, from difference
A new respect can be had. one
Warmth, one cold, but never more
the same as when love unfolds.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
The color of your skin,
It sings perfection to Me.
The shades of color in you window eyes,
Allows Me to see only you.
The outside is just human,
It's the soul hidden,
That makes you far more different.
The soul that's hidden,
That's what beauty is.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
The thoughts crowd me
Scratch at my mind,
A thousand crows fly around
It rains black,
Feathers float down
In slow motion like snow
Each different, unique,
They continue to fall.
My mind confused the feathers
Bloat out light of thought
Confusion,
Disorientation,
Am I losing my mind
I see a mirror dive though
Serine,
Calm,
Like after a storm,
The thoughts that scratched
Now flown away,
All that is left is a single feather,
A reminder that thoughts
Can claw, scratch at your mind
Consume you in darkness,
But wash it away,
And all that is left is you and a clam mind.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC