#misstep
Sometimes it can be peculiarly sad.
You know?
When there’s heavy greyness outside.
It’s empty in whole.
I want much light, but there’s *******
You see?
Such weather becomes boring to everyone.
It’s nastily.
We’d need to suffer, to repent for long.
You know?
We’ve done too much raw missteps.
No right things at all.
I don’t know how all this will turn out.
You see?
I hope we haven’t displeased the fate too much,
Nor you or me.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Call me a forgotten hero,
Call me devil by mistake I did,
When you were blind from false light,
Shatter my heart,
Destroy my trust,
I'm the one who was deceived by lust,
I thought I was winning when I slowly close to defeat,
Inject me with the poison of love,
Streaming to my blood,
Straight to my spine,
Make me paralyze,
Falling on my knees,
Feeling heavy from the chain that pulls me to down to the ground,
Imagination high with love,
Blind me with fantasy,
Like reality never exist,
Cloaked me with despair,
Slowly destroy my inside,
Am I not a human to you?
Invisible in my world,
Tried to be happy,
But despair swallow me whole,
Why I can’t feel like anybody else,
Please stop the poison,
I want to live like everybody else,
I want to put a smile on people I love the most,
I tried to be the best
But I still loss the bet,
As time goes by,
Slowly change into fragile memories
Falling into an endless black void,
to the borderline,
where I found you again,
This time as enemy,
Jun 10, 2022
Jun 10, 2022 at 3:30 AM UTC
I had a path that at no time intersected
with others footsteps.
Never would I walk on the
degradation of there choosing.
Because,
if later on they had made a misstep.
I would ultimately be the lemming falling
with veins cut,
falling into the same inevitable ending...
Every footprint shifts after we have put
our weight on that decision.
That this was the right course of action...
But we were a conveyor that feed
the lie of life that every step was always
well trod.
We would always finish off with a life well
walked, but the truth was.
That some laces were untied and some fell.
Some would never reach the ending,
let alone the beginning of the path..
For our steps are always shifting,
and everyone is never the same..
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 5:13 PM UTC
Dance
The neighbor's stereo was playing tango music
too loud, it made me look at my red painted toes.
I realized, my feet have not even swayed
for so long now,
they've grown timid and wary
of making the wrong step.
All i want is to dance,
to be safe, warm,
close to one, as close as
cheek to cheek,
go left, then right,
lean, cling, then hold hands,
be held on the waist,
dip, then circle gracefully,
and step, a stretched arm away,
be brought closer once again,
hearing clearly the sighs
as the music reaches a high.
But, it was a chicken dance i had joined then,
the shaking and jiggling were so
repulsive...convulsive
confusing.
it mattered not who fell out of the tempo.
the desire waned,
fires die,
fires died, alright.
My feet are raring to swing back
to be alive once more
on life's dance floor
no more falls, trips or missteps this time
i'd like to dance with a slower beat
with more grace now
who knows,
this could be my best dance
ever!
This has got to feed my jazzy mood
play my chosen music
maybe do the shimmy for a while,
then shift to the bossa nova,
swing to its cool, hip-py rhythm.
Whatever the beat may be,
my partner and i...
we shall blend in......be it mambo,
the rumba, cha-cha, even tap dance,
to celebrate this new chance on life.
Together,
we shall dance the samba on the wide floor,
let the hours fly by.
Then, with a waltz, we'll take it easy
until we finally get weary,
until we decide
to slow drag
the night
away.
*************
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC