#npmopposite
We live, only to perish in the end
We die, to celebrate the life we had
Life takes away things from us
Death takes away our lives
It's a chain, a cycle
Feeding one another
Give and take, but in the end
It's just the same
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
*Poetry is all about Rhythm and Rhyme
Prose has no Metrical
Chime
Creative Dexterity in both ,
Aimed
Expressions through words ,
Well Framed
The Sun is a Star
And
It Shines so Bright
The Moon is Magnetic
And
With a Reflective Light
Yet to Eclipses
None Immune .
Life is Full Of
Ups and Downs
With
New Lessons to be Learned
In the End :)*
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
We have grown and passed
Through all the good and bad
We have seen and even been
The change outside and within
We praise all humans' humane
A ceremony for them, we entertain
But the inhuman acts remain
There's no stop to this revolving chain
And songs of humanity we still sing
But to intolerance is what we cling
Intolerance to religions and race
Intolerance to freedom, we face
A division in the rich-poor grade
Intolerance to differently abled and sexed
Though we want 'Our Descendants' to be at ease
And a better future we hope there is
But for how we want the building to stand
We need a strong foundation plan
Instead what we do is we showcase
Our staggering walks to the path of mess
And make them learn
To walk alike when we are gone
If the world's a house, We're its bricks
At that, What a person within him seeks
Is all that matters,
Guilt or Pride...
For what we shall leave behind!
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
Laced betwixt each knuckle
Of hardened, crafted hand
Villainy laid buckled
Etched in ink and sand
Hostile thoughts, now yearning
Against each ***** so new
Till each hand left burning
Everything left was you.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Such a simple concept.
Good and Bad.
They say oil and water don't mix,
As they pour both into the glass.
There's a little bit of good in every bad situation,
When one door closes, another opens.
I can tell you about the worst day of my life,
now ask to me tell you something good about it.
Sweet and Sour,
Good and Bad.
If you think about it long enough,
You probably can't tell which is which.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
Such a simple concept.
Good and Bad.
They say oil and water don't mix,
As they pour both into the glass.
There's a little bit of good in every bad situation,
When one door closes, another opens.
I can tell you about the worst day of my life,
now ask to me tell you something good about it.
Sweet and Sour,
Good and Bad.
If you think about it long enough,
You probably can't tell which is which.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
Such a simple concept.
Good and Bad.
They say oil and water don't mix,
As they pour both into the glass.
There's a little bit of good in every bad situation,
When one door closes, another opens.
I can tell you about the worst day of my life,
now ask to me tell you something good about it.
Sweet and Sour,
Good and Bad.
If you think about it long enough,
You probably can't tell which is which.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:56 PM UTC
growing up every
thing was late
parents waited
until thirty-two
to adopt the infant
with the big blue eyes
starring at them
from then on
it seems we were
always
late
leaving our excuses
in the offering plate
or even earlier in
the holy water
it didn’t bother them
they were used to
it as they left
excuses in their
footprints
on the way to
school in the
parking lot
at soccer
practice it
was just normal
thought nothing
of it as they bought
our christmas tree
on christmas eve’s
eve getting rid of it
in exchange for when
four-leaf clovers
came good day easter
savior april fools
we were late again.
but then
again
it’s only time.
nowadays adulthood
everything seems
earlier happening
before it should
got pregnant before
marriage had to install
a dvd in the van due
to us arriving earlier
than planned always
there to help set up
help out clothes
still damp from the
dryer premature
warnings (bzzz)
putting our excuses
in times/ doubts/ realities/
we're the future holding
a late past whipped in
the principal's office
tardy slip-fearing
b.y.o.b. but, the
party was there
and the bathrooms
weren’t even cleaned
we get
our christmas tree
while we still have
left-over turkey for
christ’s birthday new
years resolutions already
made before we
unwrap gifts the
only one out of our
friends with kids
and responsibilities
no fooling we
always get
the worm
we’re always early.
but then
again
it’s only time.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
I hated you
I hated you more than I probably understood how to hate
I hated your green eyes and I hated all of the time I wasted staring at them
I hated how you didn't believe in me
I hated how all I was to you was a story that you didn't have to read
but hate doesn't make sense
You can't tear down a tree just because it makes oxygen
If all I was was static than maybe you learned something
Maybe you learned tbat all of those colours on the TV screen were breathing
Maybe you learned the sounds of a heartbeat other than your own
Maybe you learned that somebody could love beautifully with every cell in their body,
Even if you couldn't
Things didn't have to make sense after you
I fell just as much in love with the things I didn't know as I had with your retinas
This is what stronger looks like
All of the cursive loops that make my teachers happy
I didn't understand how to hate you,
I was lost in all these memories that drifted in and out of my bloodstream
You were in there somewhere, I think
In there with all of the things love couldn't describe
Maybe you were a clot and that's why I left you
I did a lot of leaving after you
A lot of doors closed behind me
I lost a lot of good people
I didn't know that love was going to hurt me
I didn't know that love was going to tell me that I wasn't good enough
I didn't know that love could hide for so long that I thought it was dead and still come back,
Pretending to sew up all the damage in its unexpected wake
You were supposed to be beautiful
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
Demons and Angels
how they be faithful
to one another
how can they be lovers
when they're opposites
no one ever see it
in a different light
no one sees that opposites can be right
Opposites attract
her perfect beauty and light to his
danger and darkness
these two opposites attract and can be right
Love opens the door
are you going to walk through it or stay stuck on the floor with the usual and safe tradition
what is your position on opposites
sometimes they can be the closest
so let your heart and love find someone who is your opposite
you just might find that one who is been chosen for you
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
Writing a program
is just like
following your dream
You know what you want
as your output
but it takes time to figure
which path to take
and you start with whatever you have.
You never realise the errors
you make along the road,
and sometimes ,
And you don't realise them,
till the end.
Some errors , you know
you solve them easily
And to debug some ,
you have to change the direction
And some errors , may make you rewrite
and restart all over again .
But when it is all over
and you reach the place you want to
The satisfaction and excitement
makes up for all the problem faced
And we get ready to make
a new code, follow a new dream .
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
The way forward
From left to right
From the bottom, upwards
Version 1 to 3.0
We progress
In hope that we're improving
Enhancing
Building up
Refurbishing
Innovating
But are we, really?
We come a full circle
Only to learn
Life was never complicated
in the first place
We made it so
In our pursuit of oversimplification
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 2:58 PM UTC