#shortcomings
I’ve read all your prose.
I’ve seen all your poems.
You know how this goes.
You’ve been here before.
Your shortcomings grow.
Your absences show.
You know how this goes.
You’ve been here before.
All cons and no pros.
Your ponds are now froze.
You know how this goes.
You’ve been here before.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 12:43 PM UTC
To the distances I could not go for you
I will say a thing or two
Maybe you will find in the vast field of canola
The same sun kissed reasons
For leaving behind the love of all seasons
To tremble in the wake of one
To the white noise we befriended
You hand-in-hand with silence
Wear the stars like midnight bloom
The sun avoids our encounters
And we become the founders
Of bordered misunderstandings
Blooming flowers, spring's demise,
Winter creeps inside your eyes
I would have left everything behind
If it weren't for this unsettled mind
But these vast fields of distances grow
Through the skies and soil above and below
And I, drowning in dreams of tomorrow,
Have lost the map I was meant to follow
Tell those distances I have yet to know
That I'm still learning how to let go
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 5:27 PM UTC
Never STOP yourself to WONDER how BEAUTIFUL you're ,,
Jealousy will cease you to RUN after more SUPERIOR than you..
Your beauty will not stop you, but your PRIDE on your beauty will LOCK your MOVE ..
OPEN your HEART every time you open your EYES..
Make your soul LIVELY and
as PLAYFUL as butterfly
Who spends their whole LIFE , flying across AESTIVATIONS ,,
Of singly coloured PETALS....
Holding the band of RAINBOW on their BACK...
If they stop , to CHERISH their beauty
It'll disturb the law..
UNAWARE of their BREATHTAKING beauty they're happy & BUSY..
So, if you're arrived for a JOURNEY
Never make SONGS of your MISERIES
Make your PAIN , a mole of CHEEK
Not an EXCUSE to hide your FACE
Never let your SHORTCOMINGS be the reason to RUN away from LIFE...
They call crawling caterpillars UGLY
But wishes to get KISSED from butterflies
They're nagging , criticizing judgemental
Can only PRAISE the Beauty...
Nobody is INTERESTED in anyone's journey
So BUSY to see transformation
But Ready to Compare & to make PERCEPTION ......
Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
Accept the pain for you to grow and gain;
Accept the rejection for you to become
stronger and more confident;
Accept your shortcomings for you to see that you've always done your best in everything;
Accept yourself for who you are;
And be proud of yourself.
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 7:19 PM UTC
"Could you name a shortcoming of yours?"
and I stutter- I stop
after nights of practice
mindless rehearsing
this should not be the question
that turns me to a boulder
hurls me off the cliff
so I shatter
while bystanders thank their lucky stars they weren't hit
I've named thousands thanks to you
but now
the pain has muted me
"I am shy"
it's a lie
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 2:08 PM UTC
Before I die I want to learn
to live in the moment
this very moment
I want to feel every breath
If the sun is shining I want
to let it go through me
enlivening every cell
If it rains I want to try
to count the droplets
and
sense the life in them
I want to learn to replace worry
with wonder
and
regret with wisdom
letting go of past traumas
real or imagined
I want to learn who I am
and
how to be true to that
I want to learn
my strengths
to forgive my shortcomings
to absolutely know myself
I want to learn a thousand-thousand
new words
I want to learn to fly
if only
in my dreams
before I die
I want to learn to live!
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
Human incompetence,
Lack of common sense,
Absolute inconsideration,
Selfish abandoning of responsibility--
These will be the end of me.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
She took my hand,
that lonely little child.
Her eyes asked me a question
for which I had no answer.
I could count her young fingers
without looking for
she gripped so tight.
What could I possibly say?
The taller she got,
the more frequently
she let go and
disregarded me.
I can't blame her
for those latent
hateful tendencies.
Still, she would come back,
and every time her hand
was just a little bigger,
just a little stronger.
It was inevitable and utterly
unavoidable,
but it still surprised me.
The sky fell apart
and showered her with
woeful cries and broken dreams.
The tragic beauty of
shattering reality
took my breath away.
She let go of me,
but this time,
she shoved me hard
into the black shadows
of her nightmares,
a permanent enemy
of her innocent undertakings.
I watched her from the
corners of her subconscious,
waiting for her to look at me.
She ran like the devil
was hot on her heels,
but she was never afraid.
She burned like fire,
a bright star scorching
the night and she was
beautiful.
The longer she burned,
the more I feared
she would sputter and
die.
I waited for her,
ready to share my tears
with only her.
Then she fell,
and she is still there,
there before me.
She is an unconscious huddle,
a pile of glowing flesh and bone.
I notice how she is more
like a woman
than any other woman
I've ever seen.
The ashes begin to fall,
gray snowflakes
drifting over her,
the drab attempt
to bring her back to earth.
And she has fallen --
quite literally --
for the dusty act.
She does not say anything.
I weep as the inevitable engulfs her,
that once child,
still lonely.
I wait for the darkness.
Soon, there will be
no light peeking through
her soft confinement.
But it's only getting
brighter.
I look carefully,
and I am overwhelmed --
overjoyed--
as she burns like stars
buried in the ash
of the universe's shortcomings.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC