#revisited
turning around to see the road travelled
-snaking off into the distance
where memory rides the hidden horizons
- dreams play out their mystical dancing
healing what was before forgotten.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 8:42 AM UTC
Once again while on the path of words you tread,
The 'Angel?' Saga
I hope you find it convenient to read.
I seek your opinion to develop myself
Please cooperate
Just as you have read the 7 poems, them you re-read.
Tell me which part you love the most,
It I shall write
On paper and in a handwriting so beautiful.
I'm addicted to my brainchild poem,
And I remember
What wind - what land - what sea.
14 years after that accident,
I finally succeed
To establish myself as a professional.
Poetry played a crucial part,
In redefining me
And my mental acumen.
So, I want to celebrate my success
By expressing my love for poetry
And the respect for my fellow poets.
Apr 25, 2024
Apr 25, 2024 at 6:48 AM UTC
Sleeping soundly on your memory now
I dream of uncollected worlds
Where young girls dance at summer weddings
And foolish men take their cars for spins and whirls
I've seen you less and less, in the headlights of happiness
My onetime escape
From you I'm free
Within the dance of newfound reflectiveness, I'm free indeed
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
You are not here,
It is a different thing.
You are not here,
It is a separate thing.
Because I can have your manifestation,
And I can have them anytime,
Enjoying Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
You do not love me,
It is a strange thing.
Nor do I love you,
It is a sad thing.
But my feelings are not dead like yours,
And I can revive them anytime,
Eating Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 3:34 AM UTC
A lot has happened since I last looked at the girl in the reflection, and I mean really look. Look into her blue green movie screen eyes and scorn that sarcastic smirk and wonder why she lies so much.
Strangely enough, on some days I am beautifully broken glass, and I am able to accept that. But some days I am still fifteen, and I still wish more than anything I never have to feel that way again.
Yet, those days that I'm fifteen sometimes mean so much more than the days I'm average, the days I'm nobody special. The days I am broken lead to make the days I am elated to be even brighter, like sunlight. They make my cheerful days ones of pure sunshine.
I have finally solidified friends who accept the darkness and the light, and love me regardless. They have been welcomed into Wonderland and to not turn nor run. But Wonderland is another place in another time that should not be spoken of here.
So I digress.
Her story is still the most foreign yet familiar ting to me, for I still pretend it didn't happen yet know so fully that it is my life. New people have joined the ranks of those fallen from me, and many have also joined themselves to my sides. Some days are perfect, some days are hell, but i would have it no other way.
I am beautifully broken glass and the stars in my life, those I show affection for and who return that love, accept and possibly even love me for it.
And that's all I could ever wish for.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC