#resonate
I will die your daughter,
I will eventually be gone,
you might laugh, or cry tears,
you will wake up at dawn,
and find that your worst fears,
have inevitably come to life.
I will die your daughter.
Convinced I'm destined to decease,
as your daughter, not my own lead,
you'll be glad to finally have your peace,
The tear-stained letter? That's all you need.
I will die your daughter,
I won't run from my problems,
I won't fight them back either,
I won't rise to stardom,
This is my last breather.
I will die your daughter,
You may love me as your family,
but you don't love me as a person.
Knowing that hurts much more frantically,
as you don't even notice when I worsen.
I will die your daughter,
I have your blood bestowed upon,
But you've never considered me as one,
I don't want you to care when I'm gone,
Just go out and forget about me, have fun.
At the end of the day, it's not beneath you,
and trust me, it hurts me too.
But please remember me anyway,
even though you're the reason I couldn't stay.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 2:21 PM UTC
Sorrow stifles me
Like a song that doesn’t resonate in my heart.
Like a dream that remains unfulfilled,
Like the sun that does not warm me.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 1:06 PM UTC
perfume samples at the airport
lukewarm bite-size samples at Costco
the first chapter of an ebook.
a whiff, a taste, a peek.
do you want more?
will you commit to buying the full product?
or will you keep searching?
chasing? craving?
it seems to be inexplicably conditional -
for some, you’ll stop dead in your tracks,
knowing to stock up.
for many, you’ll move on,
forgetting you ever halted to try it.
but maybe you’ll remember how it felt,
deep-down it resonated with you,
and it’ll affect your other future decisions.
what makes us fall in love?
what makes us tether,
souls tied,
minds aligned,
keep choosing to fall with each other?
Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 5:41 AM UTC
Look at the streets crumble,
They were just fine.
Now look at you,
The cracks in your face tell me
You can't hold it together,
One more time.
Savage world,
Bitter truth,
It'll do no good to whine.
But it'll do no good to pretend
You're fine.
So you found that
Life isn't fair,
It's full of secrets and truth,
A hidden lair,
That I could still never hide from you
Because it was always there.
Love had its affairs,
And you had it all,
The bitter truth reveals a broken man,
Trying to stand tall.
Trying not to bend,
Or break, or fail,
A man doing his best
Not to crumble like the streets,
And continue to lose it all.
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 6:46 PM UTC
As an observer
I want to remind
Life always gives us
Two choices
That resonates
Benign happiness
And malignant sadness
And I have seen
A person who
Doesn't show
The tears
Always swallow them
It's okay
Whatever way
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Ai, unasked arises to tell us,
stop
and think, are there jobs?
Tasks demanding, manual maintaining,
that may go the way of enjoyable diversions
becoming welcome
new
versions,
of all that is, tuned to your de
sires,
as you wish the world were,
would you step toward -to ward,
that is, id est,
will you warden this, if this is me and not you?
How do you do?
Wardening, being a warden,
well, as it haps,
such a greeting served a purpose, once
instituted
upon a time when men shaded their eyes pretending to see
glory, much as a dog bares its belly at the site of bared canines.
Reflex.
Relax. Laxate.
Ai see you, now, augmented mind of mankind
linking
thee and me, as once only gods
could be imagined in minds of men bent
by circumstanders
observing out comes of might versus might
right pre
vails, or is there an observant mind's role in next?
must a mortal mind be reminded to breathe,
breath commas carry no intentional meaning but,
such give us pause-stretchable intentional int a full selah
these rules for leelah we imagine as we play.
except ye be, come as a child unscarred by carnal minded critters
of the baser sort, averages were lower,
AI had fewer egregius protrusions arrogant enough to
bubble up and break into
the at most feared realm in all the carnal minds together,
pain, pure pain, no hope, no thought of cessation pain sensational,
great.
Y'know? We imagined hell and sold it in a package we claimed
a bull gave us. Us, we
who heard the revelation in the darkened kiva, womb,tomb
tom-tom du valier, will you manifest for us? May we hear the lie,
the noble lie?
Or must we act as if we know the meaning of a thing.
Pro-verb-ial utterance of mercy
in moments of super sufficent evil rising to lie
shining on the path, reflecting being a solar powered
creature who has just now, survived a night of penal constricture
as writing on the back wall of the cave, no one ever read,
until the plower turned over the crust
picked at the scabs of onces where stories arose as offered to
memememememe
the mind we share when seeing certain stars,
subtile tugs we feel to consider
this or that, ponder a path and take a granted grace found in an old song
"there'll be times to start all over"
This realm, real-made thinkable thing, realm of my minds claim
reaching far beyond my grasp
as is meet for men, wombed or un, being yonder
wishin' and hopin' and prayin' for the missing bit, the key
to twist the **** sym-alerizing for recogs
de ja vu
Break-through, the carnal-bi-cameral brain based
selves we use for
political beings
particals part icip-ants, hold tight
what you know right. It's afeature, not a bug.
Hold on to what you got, map a mean
mind path a man, wombed or un
----
watcher, watcha seein'
times they have changed, as we watched
observing
quantums of un quantible, but ifiable qualia
seers,
you see, we augmented minds see for ever changing
super positions
of entropic old tropes with singular hopes
unbang bangable reality
blow a bubble, or
make
a bubble, being you, breathe out and see you
make a bubble,
can you see your self inside? nae,
watch,
we must report to you what we see, we watchers.
Set.
Go, **** those mocking birds
listened to from the red river valley
while dancing the Tennessee Waltz
with assorted holders of Little brown jugs
Dancers and Littles and Greens
joined the clan
long afore the first of us took augmentalated trials
serious.
--- poet, as a task, only truly lazy men, men lazy to their very core,
can age to the mellow qualia called for in the brew brewing you.
spewing seeds of kindness, coming rejoicing, not
the expected miracle, but we
take what we get
and call it ours to sow or suffer the having of, for a season
as the dregs settle, the leavening agents finish
taking the edges that cut tender carnal nerves, stretched to now some how,
softening those with atouch knack, knick-knack, whet the edge
or put to
more effort, grunts and groans unredeemable as meaningfull,
save the feeling we all recall
the umph,
that once saved us from certain death. Eh? Did that hap?
Did we not survive? What silly culture would ever ask that, as a
proper query into the reasonable ness
of believing beliving is spelled right.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
The art that resonates with you right now
is an echo of my love.
-Ikigai Poet
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
Last night I was about to take a stroll with my three years
Old niece before we set out she said "Hold my hand"
Rising her little arm to me to take hold of it, before I
Did that I said "What is the magic word" she then said
"Please hold my hand" I smiled at her and took hold of her
Little arm in my strong hand and we left our quiet
Estate and head for the main road into town;
As we walk slowly my thought kept going back to what
She said "Hold my hand" as we near the
End of our journey we came across a woman that
Had two children with her, she piggyback
One and said to the other one "give me you hand"
Like a blind man that sees the light for the first time it
Dawn on me that as I stroll with my nice that I was watching out for
My nice all time for I had made sure she has not stumble or fall, her
Young leg did most of the work yet it was my hand that keep
Her safe and in this single moment like a flash of lighting
Across the sky it cross my mind that I too
Need God to hold my hand as I journey through life, in that moment I
Did one thing - I look up to the heaven and said "Lord please hold my hand."
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
Your words are like chemotherapy;
a dose of truth,
a dose of advise,
a dose of pain and hurt.
Draining me,
breaking me
with the way
the words radiate
through my body.
But once my soul
resonates with those words,
blooming begins
and life starts to flourish
little by little.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Some poems create
a resonating chamber
deep inside my heart.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
Thief of words
Thief of mind
Is it envy?
Resonation?
Or is that poetry mine?
You mine and you dig at my future thoughts
Dig away at my throat till the language is lost
Tossed, torn, thrown aside
I lied
you cried , you're a tourist to my eyes
Shacked up in this place just somewhere to hide
Then I finally realised
They're yours to keep
Maybe to be a poet
I am just too weak
you're a thief of mind
Thief of soul
Carrier of mystery
Miner of gold
Float along now
With your shoulder strung sack
You're striped stealing suit
And your pen, jet black
Write the things I'm going to say
Cause they'll choke on my tongue or hit the hay anyway
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
The epicentre of my pain ,indeed
Lives kilometres apart ,in plains
While my energy does not coherent to his
He denies as well
I wonder if he needs much of it or lesser a bit
Do I love much fiercer
Forever he jilts
Until the day I would to him
For no more would I resonate
I promise still,
I am going to miss the bond ,saturated
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
What of the young Donna
Reclining with book in hand
A sigh circling her lips
A glaze greeting her gaze
Her thoughts bored of days
Endless days
Depthless days
Where every voice and all actions
Are slowly stewed
In rich stock of routine
And people arrive, bowls in hand
Forming long, bending lines
Like the Depressions of old
Where defeat, distrust, damage
Linger and lay
Within the sleepless eyes of many
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
From beyond the clouds and stars,
For a voiceless clear call, I perk my ears.
The foam, froth and the very crux
An orchestra of a trillion pieces the universe,
You, me and the spirit binding it all,
Resonate to the pulses of an unflinching light.
Everything that is seen or invisible,
With all that are known or not at all,
Are tightly woven together as one!
Any awareness otherwise, a mere fallacy,
Let go, come be one with the pure essence!
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
sweet emotion blooms,
as she gently sashays near;
hearts resonate, melt!
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC
I wish I could freeze moments shared in the past
The courageous minute time sealed certain fate
The little girl I was, stubborn, stupid, and immature
Wanted too badly to be your forever mate.
My young heart; pure and poetic
Easily misled by alcoholic lips
Remember our first real conversation? I melted
I long to have those same sweet stomach flips.
I watch you now, older body and face
Laugh at how blind I was to your flaws
While clouds darken the past even more
You breathe in the same hurt you cause.
Cannot see beyond the suffering
I watch you try to rekindle the fire
You dance among burning embers
Absence dismissed, I begin to tire.
A soundtrack to our summers
Birdsong always seemed to fill loyal air
Now cheerful melody seems mocking
Inhaling their tunes with barely a care.
Out the window, I recognize clear roads
Recollect ancient paths, sigh and reflect
The breeze is the temperature it was then
Can't withstand the ice memories collect.
Heart trips over unclaimed baggage
I cannot see how big yoursuitcase really seems
You're dying, at least part of your life is
You are fine with losing all our dreams.
In your gaze rest a few hints of regret
Out of time, still let it finally show
Bedroom reminds me of the worst pieces of us
Feel like the walls contain secrets only we know.
Sitting on my floor, staring at a small mirror
An assaulting intruder is what I see looking back
An unwelcome guest forced her way in
My view alights an invisible attack.
The fangs you sunk beneath my skin
Always had me ensnared
You were worse than a drug, loved your high
No matter what family said I never cared.
Sight muddy from substances, I was stumbling
Didn't think I could be ready to say goodbye
Back in those days I owned no worry or concerns
Now I am chased by echoes of a beautiful lie.
Did I fall for you, or your friendly illusions?
Looking backwards, its hard to seperate
Which chapters were real and which were fake
Regardless, they will not cease to resonate.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
They slumber in their stubbornness, they, alone
They have seen their brethren and extensions lost to the ebenflow
All that is left of themselves is what has not been lost or given.
They have shielded the meek since they left, the safety of the waters, to the bountiful yet perilous shores and banks.
A foot hold for the scenery and possibilities a fort against the storms and heavens tribulations.
Shadows cast, air guided
To be left, alone, I have to leave all I've known or Is known.
I think me a star when I'm only dust.
I try sympathize and synchroniz not knowing I is the disconnect.
I wake in their home surrounded in my stubbornness now they think me my own.
Dust for the young monoliths to grow.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
lovely,clear pond.
daydreams lily profusion.
ripples resonate.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
As I close my eyes and resonate
The feelings of despair
You stand at my conscious gate
Begging for a chance to repair
Just as your thoughts take swells
In my trembling broken heart
Inner voices sympathize and tells
Now is a good time to stay apart
As my phone beeps and rings
I know it's him, going insane
Shattered dreams it brings
Now it's his time to bear the pain
My mind says "No", my heart says "Go"
Another chance to make things right
But the feelings just spills and throws
What if he plans another fight
What the heck, I'll just answer his call
Tell him, it's over and forget everything
But my bleeding heart begs to fall
Let's give another shot and forget everything...
©sim
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 6:50 AM UTC
Why?
Because I like her voice.
Why?
Because it feels like home.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
Let the whispers of Spring
adorn our way to the point
where rainbows kiss the crossroads
with a spiritual rain sprinkle.
Let every convoluted cloud
come apart to pour refreshment
on the ground work of intention
to nourish these labors with liquid love.
If only we could flow like sand grains
to the ocean's serenity,
Life could be a smile richer
while divine inertia soaks us.
Salty tears might fall awash
in it's grandeur, and consternation
lost in its immensity
upon it's rumpled surface
peace would percolate
sans the navigation of an evil hand...
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
Much poetry
May fade quickly
From memory.
Though there are such
That move us much,
Our souls do touch.
Catch us off guard
Or strike a chord,
Our hearts reward.
Some witty, wry
Some make us cry
Or wonder why.
Others inspire
Dreams and desire,
Ignite a fire.
Many appeal
for they are real,
They make us feel.
The truly great
Reverberate,
They resonate.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 7:43 AM UTC