#ponderings
Hey there,
Look at me!
Mixin it with the "big boys"
of Helloooooo Poetry.
I may be old[ER] in-age,
Grey and less slender,
Pumping out words
Like bullets with no gender.
But I hope,
The war I wage
Is of love and peace,
not one's re-locking the cage.
How do we use our platform
For things that matter?
Ego-crucifixion;
Liberation and not just idle chatter?!
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 12:32 AM UTC
Acrimonious ****** oh, to such a wanted piece of thought, falling carelessly as a leaf blown in a sceptical kind of winds, and with their goal of rattling me. The present fortunes present themselves as a mystery unsolved, the many spasms in a day, constricted by the extravagance of wanting to be heard; but the audience is so uninvolved
As I sometimes misplace my identity in my own words- as when I misplace worries into the formula of my concerns. The lessor faith in words, frames on the highest platform; in the endless echoes of a writer’s afterlife- where their once idolized muses, are blessed enough to be seen as something appreciated as gods- __a Poetic pantheon__
Creativity is like two gloved hands, that choke out the reader’s eyes,
suffocating them to see new found knowledge, in the loss of consciousness. As the stage is set; upon the tears of the world, being the opening curtains to such an encore performance; an audience made up of eyes hungry for more. The author’s responsibility to provide to them all,
a due course of sustainable food for thought. As the world feeds the writer the vilest of things, to in turn create something ameliorates in place of it.
Jul 12, 2024
Jul 12, 2024 at 6:35 AM UTC
If I had been born with a *****
I wonder how I would have used it
Would I have wielded my power?
Would I have identified as an alpha?
Would I be gentle or a brute?
Would I love or abuse?
Would I have been the enemy?
Or would I simply have been me?
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 9:29 AM UTC
You’re on my mind
Again.
Although I am not surprised,
For today we exchanged words—
And your hair was down.
You were in my dreams—
What a feat when
My subconscious uses brick
For the walls that shelter
All thoughts and feelings.
For it is dangerous
When I say:
You are on my mind
And in my dreams.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
Maybe this is not our time.
Or maybe you're not mine.
But let my words bear witness
That at this certain moment
I am thinking of you, of us
And of the future that we shouldn't rush.
I am letting you go while still holding on
A sliver of hope that you'll be the one.
But this is not a cage for you and me
Because I want a love that is given free.
So if our path does not cross again,
Maybe it is the will of the heavens.
Or maybe this is not our time.
Or maybe you're not mine.
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
It is odd to think
we were all once
that child we admire
yet are scared to be
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
(10W X 2)
Y o u ' r e
A name...a face,
L e T t E r S
An enigma???
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
My lullaby
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I ' m
Upright
Curved
Stretched
Reaching
Holding
Back.
I'm
Your
A r a b e s q u e.
Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 5:26 AM UTC
I sit and stare at a photograph
Or two or three
Or every picture that he saw fit to gift to me
And my gaze lingers in those hazel eyes
Losing myself in half-awake dreams at 4 a.m.
What if, and then
So let's say we are fated
Pulled and connected like the strongest of magnets
Mind to mind and heart to heart
Knowing that there is a freedom in that kind of unity
Believing, without choice, that we own the best pieces of each other
Still, what if isn't what is
What is isn't what could be
What could be is just another
What. if.
So I stare into those hazel eyes at 4:22 a.m.
And I wonder, if for him, I could overlook the cigarettes and stale coffee
Remnants of a history that has been unkind
Leave it to me to love a man
Who smells like the first one to **** me
But here at 4:30 a.m. I can believe
I can believe he smells like the earth after a winter rain
And I can believe, that to him, I smell like heaven
Lost in that sweetness
Captured on a phone
A thousand miles away
I can feel his skin on mine
His breath in my ear
Saying nothing and everything all at once
Here in the dark at 4:38 a.m., I can know beyond doubt
That he is where my heart is
With no rhyme or reason
I know, that should I ask
He would give me all of him
And I know this
As I sit here
Staring at a picture
Or two, or three
Or every picture that he saw fit to gift to me
As I stare into those hazel eyes
Losing myself in half-awake dreams
at 4:43 a.m.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:55 AM UTC
I have travelled the world,
Climbed tall ships at sea,
But I still do not know
Who I want to be
Stare out the window,
What does life mean to you?
How do we know,
What we are meant to do?
I am wild in spirit
But I can’t seem to grow it.
Please someone help me,
Help me to show it.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
I used to think it was an emotion
This feeling you got about someone
Much better than happiness
A perpetual state of bliss
Then my world overturned
There's much more I learned
As my emotions grew complex
And myself more perplexed
When your trust is broken
And the relationship is just a token
With love comes jealousy
And hate and pain not ecstasy
As everything they say
Can twist you the wrong way
Yet through all of every game
You love them all the same
This contradictory insanity
Consumed every inch of me
It shook me like thunder
Every night, I'm forced to wonder
After endless thoughts
And countless ideas fought
I came to a conclusion
Not proven, yet well rooted
That love is not a feeling
But a state of being
Where your heart is completely bare
Vulnerable to every tear
She's free to make it sing
To bring joy to everything
Or provoke the darker notes
And life shall don a bitter coat
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC