#surge
Orange hearts and skies of blue
The stars of hope and continuity blazes through.
Soft low tones, the violin ends the line
I start to feel my heartbeat
The stars ask what are we pursuing
Amidst the breeze of the cold morning winds-
The tune reaches the peak that screams ‘of course we know it!’
Burning passion that will guide us through, it is the fuel of our desire
When we run, we’d only look ahead of us, the sky in front of us
Till we reach our ending there's no stopping for us
Even if we’d grasp nothing, it is the
Pride within the pursuit that
Is indeed the greatest.
19 was a number that
Froze the world. Cooled
The fiery hearts across the seas.
Yet since we clearly know our path,
Who cares if the world has gone cold when
It can be melted away with the hearth in our hearts?
We are like Surges of waves, not one, but countless of them
The violin intertwined with soft piano keys, and our mind is
Set on this journey that never ends, for we have so much to pursue
To laugh, to love, and to live like the surges of passion.
Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
I love when I feel happy
It comes around constantly
More often that it may seem
When they see my face
They feel a cold embrace
When in actuality
I welcome all emotions equally
Its usually just my fear
That causes how I may appear
Like a spider or a bee
I fear you much more than you do me
And if you were to hear me speak
You'd find no tongue and cheek
I offer my olive branches
Quiet earnestly
And even though I may hibernate
And my fear eventually
takes over me
I always in the end
Feel the burning under my skin
I love in bursts
Its violent
And it can hurt
But I love
I love I love I love
I love being happy
So happy I bounce off the walls
Off of you
Off of the mountains
Until it echos
I love being sloppy in my joy
I love leaving a mess
I love when it's overjoy
And I love the overkill
I love being so happy
It runs out completely
And the car in my heart sputters
And stops in the middle of the road
I love walking to the next gas station
With my shoes in my hand
Feeling exhausted
Like I could never love again
But nevertheless
I always seem to find
The next station
And I refuel
And I can go again
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 8:59 PM UTC
These emotions are powerful they surge right through my chest
Chasing them around room they suddenly infest
First silent as they swirl between you and I
It doesn't take long for them to multiply
Soon they swarm every object we see
Easy to play victim instead of trying to agree
But there are zero casualties because we aren't at war
Blindness makes me wonder what we're doing this for
You think righteously but you couldn't be more wrong
Baseless accusations you build argument upon
Just the latest in series of false beliefs you create
Sick the way your perspective chooses to exaggerate
My veins get so hot blood begins to boil
Shieldless facing remarks insisting I'm not loyal
Onyx pupils boring holes my direction
Void between us growing as you describe each imperfection
Systematically pulling apart every sentence dared to speak
Pre-existing wounds deepening until blood starts to leak
Until becoming so quiet you could hear our hearts beating
Slowly breaking
Carefully retreating
Uneasiness creeping like a draft under the door
Whispering
"Things never will be as good as they were before"
These helpless doubts wander through skull all night
Impossible questions kept awake til morning's light
Until poor soul is weighed down by despair
Tears blur my vision
Uncertainty put into my stare
My worrying in vain because it doesn't change anything
Non-existent compassion in your movements and it stings
Apparently don't have enough empathy to spare
Tangle up sanity by showing how little you care
While absorbing tension permeating air like a sponge
Hopes now flattened on the floor where they plunged
Words discarded like empty cola cans
Insults echoing like clang of pots and pans
From head to toe happiness is now crushed
Cuts could heal if only our fingertips brushed
Delicate balance of respect instantly would be restored
Neck removed from guillotine if you'd lower your sword
I don't encourage tables to turn
Just want us to both sit down
Pull knives out each other's backs and erase each frown
I wish us both to wear matching expressions of joy
Our feelings reset to a setting where our opinions didn't annoy
But for that to happen a gigantic amount of willpower is required
Fear we are not soft enough for animosity to permanently retire
But honestly hate distance between skin more than I'll ever admit
The path our steps are walking on is one I refuse to quit
I'll pour more energy into every single action I do for you
Even wasted at least my intentions are true
I'll collect memories and box up special moments we had
Store somewhere deep within to bask in when I'm sad
This might be hard this second but I have faith it won't last long
We can solve problems because our love is pure and strong
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC
a fruit
is a
daisy that
life is
crazy with
decadent mother
de re
and hazy
to tan
her skin
barely treason
to meet
the cadre
and reopen
the beach
again for
the season
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
The crescendo of a forgotten love,
Incessant humming, drumming ー
Stirring from the cauldron of the soul,
Shot forth into the cold
Skies and seas above.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
Wide open are your arms
the sun is a small paintbrush
every daybreak it draws
exposes you as new as ever!
The surges in the billows
blow out swimming clouds
across the globe.
No they don’t splash out to
the starry thrillers on the sky
they all are a dwarf bunch
draws down to you kind Moon:
Down to earth on the ground
spares the heap for all
for the day for the noon.
Then you are there too
far afar, where is nothing
but you the lotus in bloom
on uncharted water.
Who can describe it better
everyone is lost for words!
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 10:11 PM UTC
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
Everything will change
It’s anxiety
With a little bit of surge in tension an anxiety takes hold of the mind
What will happen now?
What will happen next?
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
Everything will fall in it’s proper place as per thought prior
As per planned
Expectations
These are expectations
Expectations are built upon expectations when expectations from prior are met.
When expectations from prior are fulfilled.
In a moment or so
Within a short span of time
All the efforts made so far will yield the desired results
It’s hope
It’s hope that keeps everyone working towards the future
With each passing moment
With yet another advancing day,
Very soon that will become part of the present, time passes by
Time flies, however, life continues
With all the twists and turns that happen in everyone's life
With all the odds that come along the way
With all the ups and downs of life
All the highs and lows in life
Life continues
Life does not stop waiting for someone
Life continues as it is
At it's usual pace.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 5:07 AM UTC
*Her envisioned music rolls
Notes splashing like the sea,
Her endless ocean song
And my piano-one and free.
The passion in each salty song
Never wash away with rain,
And strong and never settling
The roar and surge sustains.
I can feel her breathing
And her warm arms holding me,
Their bouyant as floating boats
Giving me all of her I need.
The music is now ebbing,
And flows into channels of changing tides.
She kindly strokes my soft black hair
As I gaze into her deep dark eyes.
I'll awaken once she sets me free...*
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
Crowd rushes forward
surging
and back
blaring horns to battle
and gasping doom
swarthed blades
screaming metal
thunderous applause
raucous madmen
best concert ever
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Full of acceleration
Peculiar being the indication
A force of an electrical charge
The formation of changeable skies
Electricity as it soars through the air
But word of caution in beware
Electricity that excites
The skies in not wanting to be polite
The thunderstorm that had arrived
The skies parting ways in strive
The Heaven’s electrical message
It’s the Heaven’s that watch
If your soul’s not right, it is the electrical charge of catch
The skies of electrical approach
In God’s terms this is no joke
The hands of Heaven’s electrical skies
It’s the wonder’s that continues to make us wise.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
the clock reminds me of some time distant
some time when i looked at it and saw silent shadows falling
and earth spinning slower than this
now it spins too fast and all the shadows left and i remain alone
no roof can shelter me from my fears
no arms can caress the surge of panic under my skin
drowsy nights and messy hair
thoughts in disarray and eyes fixed in a horrid stare
turn me into a malady and plant me into a flesh maybe ill do some good there
halt all the thunder and stop all the rain
wrap me in a blanket made of flowers maybe that'll remove the pain
falling into dismay instead of love
and drowning into emotions of a past i once thought was enough
time will pass and the effect of words will wash
and i will be left numb once more and another wave will crash
i could kiss your eyes as you fall asleep
and sing to you and wake feelings that make you weep
instead i will shut you out and away
because in this fort of misfortune alone i must stay
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC