#heartpoetry
someone once asked me
if i were to describe how my heart looked
in words and not through science.
it left me wondering for ages,
finding the right words—
i realized metaphors worked,
kinda like being tangled in lines,
woven outta feelings i can't describe.
my heart is perhaps a lonely, lonely setting
in a space—void of any lighting.
there's glitter on it though,
and whenever it gets a signal of the memory,
cursed even if it was,
it glows like a broken lamp
flickering to light on an empty road,
like an old cd player stuck on the same song—
or more like, stuck on the default,
going in a loop.
the member of the family
stuck in a guest room.
the little kid, trying to sleep—
waiting for a lullaby or a nighttime story.
a black hole, absorbing its own self,
it's been far too alone, on its own.
a long, long night, waiting for a sunrise—
something the world despised, but not anymore.
a dead eulogy with rhyming words.
a piece of broken ceramic, held up by mud.
pieces of fabric cinched together
with needles and stitches,
pinned across words that once shattered—
on a corkboard, decorated in a fancy manner.
a building that collapsed once
during a 5.5 magnitude earthquake—
rebuilt, but never been the same since.
the perfect interpretation is hard to find.
my heart is like a glass toy
in the hands of a child,
a burnt forest that symbolizes ashes and rebirth,
an old woman close to taking her last breath,
yet smiling to the world.
a home to those who didn't belong,
race of the misfits, who all won.
it's just an *****
something i need to pump blood and to survive—
and yet it feels like an ironical mess of words,
philosophical in its own existence.
i love this heart of mine.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 11:04 AM UTC
I am happy as a flower,
pirouetting with the sonnets in the wind,
smile doesn't leave my skin,
I dance under the shade of love.
Blue and then yellow,
a butterfly changes its colour.
I follow it through the tone of green.
Intoxicated by the fluttering wings,
I don’t want this to end.
Our symphony.
Our celebration of freedom.
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
Crossroad of the Mirror's Bend-
Twilight Chasms to the Hedge Tend.
A riddle of vines, answering to where trees extend;
And whispering trails of resonant Hornblende.
Sense a sign where the (M.) Glories ascend,
'Till the trail merges with the meadows end.
Beyond where lands are laid,
Cold Mountain is where I strayed.
I forgot all concept and form
And by the void was ordained.
I lost my name
When I came to the Gateless Gate..
I learned that all humans are the same
beneath the feign.
And the only reason government exists
Is that there's something to gain.
Pursuit and Pain,
Name and Fame,
here that doesn't matter;
here that's just matter.
The city I'm from is the city I shatter.
The seeds I bear are the seeds I scatter.
There's no need for a cheute
When you aren't climbing the ladder.
Most people are formal not formers;
So, in that case I'll have the latter.
You are living in a state of matter;
To me, its a matter of state.
Break the Frameless Gate
And wipe clean Locke's Slate.
Wait, that's tabula rasa, this ain't a debate!
See, you don't even know what the schools were built on you fools!
A world of jewels formed in the perfection of the bend~
A world of molecules spinning, hovering, in the end~
Whatever you believe
It's simply an intellectual tease..
Of what really claims to be,
Like the sound of the bird or a rustle of a tree.
So before you leave
I just wanted to see-
That if I told you this
You might walk the woods with me.
Because, lately I have been oft lonely
And they say I have been soft, only..
I feel a callus around my heart..
God seems to be performing some sort of complex art..
I have seen something in the end;
Yet, I cannot see where to start.
I see all of motion, like time, suspend.
I seem to see you all clearly again, then.
God speaks to me through language, transcend
And I know it was fully my part.
To move through space like my heart
And to the truth I will ever defend~
So, when I'm calling and the meaning ascends,
I pray for the lock to be broken again.
So my slate can be clean from what has been
and to the garden tend-
Because, the reflection in my eye
has made me cry.
When I look from now to then;
But, just know now that was all pretend.
Now I break a spell to start again, listen.
My tear is for you, and, from it, all glistens.
Yet we lose sight of what all the lord mights.
~Toss a yin and yang~
Like, day is just the absence of night;
Or, light is darkness' gift to sight.
See, what is real?
And what really matters?
When I cast my mind like a reel,
Meaning seems to scatter.
An unconscious wind takes my breath away
And I come conscious to what is on my platter
I can clearly see a pathway
And all of life becomes a screenplay.
The sky is my sensei
And no human do I obey.
Because, if this was the Beatles' Way
then I would be the f^#%k!ng Blue Jay~
And I'm coming to see you
In the garden when I pass through.
Tip your hat to a Psychedelic Cat
For when all this is through,
It will have been a picture you drew.
So, I'm tired of the fake and hate;
Just give Love and Compassion.
To all your brothers and sisters
And that doesn't have to rhyme.
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
Here's my heart,
Locked away
So keep it for another day
And maybe in a century
My heart would want to return to me
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC