#rhetorical
Sound rhetorically
But honestly
It's what I see
Repeatedly
you are to me
Quite literally
The apple tree
When I am eve
When i belief
In sweet relief
So full of grieve
Not mine too keep
But mine to leave
To rot inside my heart
Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:23 PM UTC
Sometimes we sprint for a person so much,
That their response becomes obvious.
Wondering—
What really mattered?
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
it’s a journey down a river,
rocking southward bound.
the candlelight may flicker,
but the path is safe and sound.
listen, as they wonder,
the life that you may lead:
a world exists down yonder,
a world at last achieved.
the steady stream of starlight
shimmers in the waves;
the sun sets and bows to night,
the daytime at its grave.
will you be forgotten,
as you fall, far below?
white water churns untrodden,
the depths beneath aglow.
your body turns to whispers,
your soul into pale gold,
and when the nighttime withers,
your story will be told.
sat around the fireside,
the tale that all overcomes,
a legacy passed on with pride,
and into legend you become.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 5:58 AM UTC
Thousands.
A fable of freedom and loss is the story that has been told a thousand times. But is that to say that the same words passed between a thousand men a thousand times over a thousand years are worth a thousand times less?
That the meaning is a thousand times lost?
Barely whispers on an open stage.
That if a thousand by a thousand men plant a thousand trees in a thousand meadows the earth would be a thousand by a thousand trees richer, but if a single man were to plant a thousand trees in a thousand meadows the earth would be a one man poorer.
Freedom was a man who never knew his name, he was the man who's story was told over those thousand years and he is the man who is making the earth a thousand by a thousand trees richer.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 2:35 PM UTC
What's in a name?
I know, that question's passé and lame
But, really, what is in a name?
Zucchini and courgette, are they not the same?
What's in this fruit's call to fame?
What's in a name?
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
Do rhetorical questions serve a purpose?
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
Must everything be black and white?
Must we choose left or right?
Wouldn’t either choice eventually take us back to where we began?
What if we made our decisions based upon the needs of others, wouldn’t that be grand?
Mustn’t the pendulum meet in the middle before making it’s next move?
Wouldn’t the clock’s tick tock stop without this groove?
Are decisions made on predefined options still based on our own choices?
What if we instead made decisions using our own voices?
Why then is the road less travelled?
Is it because it’s only made clear when the facades built upon it unravel?
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
Mock me if you will
What are you that others mock?
Do you mock yourself?
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 3:56 PM UTC
The bottom of the nowhere land
has got me torn and jaded.
Learned alot from-
say no more!
I’ve learned alot.
Kiss me in the rain water
somewhere, someone must feel it.
Lies through the teeth
have made the sight weak
No, no more.
Littered with sand storms and hateful
the tides pulling off from the *****
Crack the skull-
pull out the pain,
That’d be nice.
Call out to the voices of heaven
do you hear more than you thought?
That’s just your-
Nevermind that.
I’m sure it’s all true.
Lizard skin and slithering wellspring
locked into eternity’s grip
What could it mean?
Or does that question
Even make any sense?
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
Yes, it's seemingly a nonsensical rhetorical question, but, for that precise reason, it will illustrate a lesson, if you so desire to tag along for this short session.
Per Wikipedia, "The horse (Equus ferus caballus) is one of two extant subspecies of Equus ferus. It is an odd-toed ungulate mammal belonging to the taxonomic family Equidae." Hmmm... I much prefer that the horse goes "Nay," eats hay, has a mane, and is ridden by cowboys, cowgirls, Indians, equestrians, knights, jockeys, conquistadors, Mongols, and all. Even better, just point a horse out or otherwise show a picture to a kid and they will never be mistaken again. Even the littlest ones will never be stumped when faced with a rhino, tiger, giraffe, camel, and such.
Admittedly, there is a worry that we could be fooled with that of a donkey or mule. How come no one has taken advantage of this?! What a scam to get us rich! "Duh doy," you say, cause we all know when we see a horse, so why would anyone try to trick us with an *** Well I ask you in turn, why does anyone try to trick us with good art versus bad, let alone art versus crap? How could anyone fall for that?!
Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
What makes me human?
Is it...
The constant craving for more?
The lust for power?
The uncontrollable rage?
The unsettling stomach?
The need to feel on top?
Standing above everything with a head held high?
or
The pushing of others just in spite?
Is it all of them?
or
None of them?
Is it that we feel love?
But what is love?
What makes us HUMAN...
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
The whole is equal to the some of its parts
and my parts are ****
the rest of me could only follow suit
as the law--the theory--the timeline--the cosmically known universe
insert bigger word here
consumes, consumes--
bites down on me.
If part one fights to be what I hope is to be good and part two fights to become the character foil do the parts equal nothing?
If a tree falls in the woods and--
no one is around to hear your stupid lies?
If one plus one equals two
then that's me, and you, and
Who is that?
If the whole can't be whole without its parts
can space be space if we haven't seen the whole of space
bars at night close in the morning
and the more I ponder and ponder and think
about it
You are no more better than me
Than I am of you
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 8:38 AM UTC
Its weird how small things in life,
Will give you so much pleasure.
The fact that another person remembers you,
When you have been trying to forget that world.
That she took out time,
Lowered her ego and called you asked you if you were fine.
With mischeif or malice or sinister intend.
Thats flattering. Thats so ghastly over whelming
For all she wanted to know about were how badly my boats were burning down.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
After all the effort I kept
I tried so hard to let her know,
let her understand how I feel
And she was kind, yet showing interest
She made me fall deep, deeper, deep, deeper
When all she really wanted is friendship
Yet she kept it a secret
I'm sure she was unaware this could hurt me in future
Not until when I left her with no choice but to utter something
If I knew I wouldn't have pushed,
but I was convinced we are walking the very same paths
Surely her answer caused me nothing but trauma
And I realised she can't even consider my feelings
How can I stand beside her?
Will I ever hug friendly greetings?
will I ever shake hands without intending to kiss goodbye?
This gonna be hard to just ignore and adapt to friendship
How can I be friends with a girl I bearly love?
Love sometimes is so stupid and selfish
How can it be such a lier?
Sometimes I wish love can just be saying I love you,
but it is more than that.
The moment I set my eyes on her and she stare back
The first time we conversed
I was so convinced she's in love too
I was convinced the only thing left is nothing but consensus
But then it turned out with disapointment
"I'm not ready for love friendship of course is great to meditate" (she said)
Just for console, when I realise I'm stuck in these feelings
I pitched, you can take all the time you need to be true with yourself,
simply like I'm fine by it when I really am touched.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
I lie down up my head
I breath becalmed, yet I crumble
How I kept my trust?
You crippled my thoughts,
Of being a lovely darling,
Of being a humbled sweetheart
I remember that day
How pleasant it was?
To require you a break through
enter my sincere heart
How I proposed you to be my destiny,
destiny of my sincere fragile heart
mmmh! how delicately sensitive it was?
A victory of your fluffy heart
My dearly first and last chance
to strike you, tell at once
In heart, I found love
Where is it now? all gone!
How disappointed I am?
The thoughts of being, you were mine
We were happy all together
How I was? blind to see
How you pretend? Yes you can!
I'm miserable how I lost you
How fastidious it was,
by your smile
you blinded me.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 2:20 PM UTC
*Why must we fall even when there's none to catch us?
Why?
Is love a blessing or a curse?
Is it truth or lie?
Why must we lose our hearts to their breakers?
To little palms that will ultimately release them aground
Why must we be seekers?
Why do we only feel at peace with another soul around?
Why must we spend sleepless nights contemplating
Who our hearts whole shall mend?
Why not opt for self electro-plating?
So that we own hard metallic hearts to the end?
Why do we embrace vulnerability in the name of being human?
Why is passion such an embraced tumor?*
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
I wake up, its morning, the window pails are covered with frost,
I look up, it’s Monday, I ask myself why I feel so lost,
I settle on the fact that it’s my passion to always come first
I sigh, shake my head and ask what success costs
It wasn’t easy; diligence, hardwork and discipline: is all these a must?
I wake up, its Tuesday, had the same question I had yesterday,
Must I always have a singleness of purpose, a goal every day?
Yes, came the reply, yes and please my son don’t you go astray
Patience is a virtue, needed amidst a world of delay
11 pm, on my bed I lay, with a tiny bit of dismay
I wake up; it’s the 3rd day of the week
I’m still searching, although I know not what I seek
All I know is life should be more than a clock going tick tock tick
‘What I wanted’ was an obsessive mission making me sick
Many answers to my question, why couldn’t I pick?
Thursday it is, vibrant I am, this day will be the best
I feel I have enough strength to withstand any test
I walk head high, everywhere; chin up, with a protruded chest
At the end of the day, I’m back on my bed, my safe haven, my bird’s nest
All the while, while I drift off to sleep, I ask ‘was all my enthusiasm just fake zest?”
It’s Friday, the end of a tough week, opening of the weekend
I’m happy, it’s a chance to relax, time to straighten out the bends
Your laughter, your smile, your everything, I think it’s all pretence
I’m a pessimist some say. Sorry that wasn’t my intent
Friday rolls away, still not a day well spent!
9am. Its Saturday, wow, 5 days gone with the wind
Today will be special, yes I am quite determined
Hour goes after hour, and yet again I have sinned
The sin of expecting too much; this life what does it even mean?
I sleep when all mankind goes to sleep, just like my next of kin.
Sunday, the day God rested from all HIS toil
A day of blessing surely, free of all turmoil
I go about my business, my work on this Earth soil
It’s an ok day I conclude, life is like an aluminum foil
Use it in the right way, or be sure your food will spoil
So in retrospect, I sigh and I look back
7 days of the weeks, all gone, all looks dark
Everyone rushing to ‘God-knows-where’, just following the pack
No one question the destination of the race, wow, all have missed the mark
So today on a great journey I embark
I called today the 8th day, I’m getting rid of all this slack
I look to God, I ask him to please get me back on track
Tired of all this wandering, my fear of attack
I’ll take on each day, with renewed vigor, like how I feel after eating a good snack
Away with all the questions, I thank God I’m back.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 4:58 AM UTC
Have we met?
Maybe yes, maybe no
But in your head
There must be an image of me.
Either real, sketchy, vague or an imagination
To some a rare gem
To others is a beautiful devil
And to you...
maybe just a facebook friend.
Maybe it’s the smiling girl
In my profile picture,
Who got your attention...
Or maybe it was that awkward update
That got you thinking.
Or maybe it’s the color of her eyes,
Or is it the long slender legs
In that party dress as she walks across the street?
Mhhh... Just maybe
You must be wondering
Why am writing all this
I would love to answer you
But I really don’t know
What my last line will be like.
So, will keep writing...
Do you ever wonder why this girl isn’t constant?
Today she is in love
Tomorrow her man is a pain on her neck,
One minute she is your friend
The other minute you are a stranger
I think i know why...
She is like you, she is human!
She may not live long enough
To defend all her flaws
Or brag about her perfections
But I can tell you a few things about her...
Some she isn’t proud of
But others she wouldn’t change
Just to please a crowd
She has a beautiful heart
To complement her warm smile
But she has a temper too
Which beats that of a betrayed woman
She is opinionated
But still a good listener.
But an insensitive word...
Hurts her like a sharp sword.
So, if you haven’t met her,
Now you know something about her
Do I need write more?
Oh yes, tomorrow i will write, and the day after
Maybe about you, or about my shoe or the trees
Everyday I will write.
C@P2013 September 4, 2013 at 8:53pm
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
An epiphany
is something I now consider an antiquity;
and relentlessly I have sought,
a productive, unstoppable train of thought.
But to no avail.
Instead my words hit the page like Hell-hail;
and it must sound tell-tale,
But I still feel frail
because I spilled my entrails onto this page
and all i have are a few lines and a violent rage
that can't be quelled until I'm known for poetic grace.
Am I crazy? Did that sound sane?
I have no idea; I have a strange brain.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
Look at him, he walks so perfectly in the, morning moments,
I don't think he can see what he used to be like to me.
It seemed like, his innocent soul wanted me so much,
and I wanted him so badly back to also join me in hand.
Now I look at him, he's matured, I wonder if it was too much,
he's passed the days that I should be entering.
I probably, ruined most of his days,
which he could have been, flirting and chattering away with girls.
Prettier, smarter and potential I wish I had, but never ever had a chance.
Now I see, I am just a loner in disguise.
I honestly hate the feeling of the air, pushing into my lungs full of despair,
I just simply want to make my way alone again.
But what happened to that boy? The one who spent nights with me on the phone,
it's like he erased himself from life completely.
I just wonder to myself, was it because of me?
Did he feel like he needed to mature?
Because honestly, I don't feel maturity, at all,
it's like he isolated romance on another world.
I know he tries, I know he cares, he tells me a million times a day,
but why do I feel so sickened by how I feel deep inside?
The life of a loner in disguise.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Dear people of the world,
I left you a letter.
There, on the first asteroid on the right.
Is hardship in paper and paint
Worth more than dismay and wax
Melting in prayer during a storm?
Tell me, Friend, how wide
Your face and all the world was
When it's been raining stars
And you left without umbrella?
I saw how nights can twinkle -
The endless raven highway.
How many gods does it take
To change a burned out star?
It is so crazy that we are
In time and space that hatches
Life. It matters not. Like stars,
One day we all run out of matches.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Given the option
to be with you
was rhetorical;
As inquisitive as I am,
my curiosity replenished
with every
kiss
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC