#wish
I never thought I would fall for you twice,
but here I am writing this poem.
I'm just a dandelion lost in this greenhouse
surrounded by these blooming beauties.
But hoping, hopefully
you would make a wish out of me.
You've got this look that makes me crave adventure.
You've got mountains in your eyes
and the northern wind in your soul.
I can't remember the last thing you said to me
and that's okay.
We never talked much thanks to my anxiety.
I'm not too far but my words have failed me so many moons
how am I suppose to talk to you?
You've got your future gripped tight by the wrist
and my hands are lost in all this space.
Maybe sometime in the years to come, I'll discover your footprints
and remember my high school crush all over again.
I'll stop and think if you're out in California making coffee for people,
like I overheard you say you wanted to do in math class that one time,
or strumming a guitar solo on stage somewhere in the city.
I just hope wherever you find yourself in time to come you're happy and smiling brighter than the stars.
I know not much will happen in these last eight months we have together,
but I want to thank you for the day you introduced yourself to me because you knew no one else in the class.
I know I'm just a dandelion in this great big greenhouse,
but I'm just really happy that you noticed me.
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Idly stationed in the bucolic hills,
sits a stone well; unknown when abandoned.
Though her people foregone, water yet fills
as much as you can want for. In tandem,
are high trees less old than she; occluding
the view from pathless and naive strangers.
As their wish in well is to keep obtuse,
those that siren would otherwise capture.
Her drink, one thinks they'll constantly receive.
In reality, they'll only be taken.
Youth will fade as the heart minutely bleeds.
Their hollow, dried corpse will be forsaken.
And though her hole but a tall dark crevice,
I see my reflection on the surface.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,
But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening
pretty boring huh?
i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,
i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel
i call myself a poet
but what am i?
I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.
and you see?
don't you see?
don't worry i can't either
i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.
i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.
But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,
i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.
i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
The nightsky is alike a mighty mansion of the stars which then
twinkle in elegance, beauty and transience until the dawn outshines them in a graceful manner.
As the night turns away from the sun and from her light, danger
in our imagination could await, from the corners of our very mind.
Yet the stars make up a soft blanket, a cover of the calmest of light,
which could bring peace to a soul which is performing a rampage.
All the constilations, all the names and forms which reveal themselves, are but a heavenly spectra for those who are nocturnal.
Or for those, whom have meet the cruel fate to be allergic to the natural, straight forward, warming and blissful sunlight.
There is no soul with no protector, in the nightsky such would be
a bright,piercing star, standing proud,manifest its location is over you
Holding many wonders, the beauty of the night comes with shooting stars, which at times shortly sweep over the heaven before fading.
Wishes are made upon, hope fills their hearts, for a better future
or a fulfilment of their desires, tangled up within the depth of mind.
Night becomes bright once the moon shines, in its fullest posture.
Becomes dark once the rainclouds drive near, calling in thunder.
But most importantly, it is a time of rest, from all this earth beholds
~ Umi
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 10:15 AM UTC
I can't control my self
Every time I see you
I want to kiss you
Like you haven't been kissed before
If kissing you would **** me
I'd die the happiest man
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
Balang araw,
Biglang babagal ang paglakad ng oras
Bahagyang hihinto ang ilog sa kanyang pag lagaslas
Aawit ang mga langay-langayan
At luluha ang kalangitan
Luhang hatid ng matinding galak
Sa wakas ay wala ng iiyak
Dahil natapos na ang panaginip
Salamat at hindi ka nainip
Maraming istorya ang nais kong sabihin
Inipon kong lahat para sa'yong pagdating
Kulang ang magdamag kung aking isasalaysay
Kung paano kita hinintay
Sa sandaling tayo'y magtagpo
Doon lamang magiging perpekto ang mundo
Dahil sa kabila ng mga gasgas nating puso
Ay may paraisong tayo lang ang makakabuo
Sana nga bukas kapiling ko na ikaw
Sana nga bukas na ang ating ''Balang araw''.
© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood
It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me
And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry
This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me
Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely
So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me
I feel like life
Would merrily move along
If I were just simply
Gone
Gone
Gone.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
Every day and night
my thoughts are on your lips.
That crimson temptation
and source of my life.
They smile in gentle red
and speak with unique truth.
Quench my heart’s fire
with sweet tender kisses
and revive my wilted soul
with dew from cupid’s bow.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 5:24 AM UTC
It's that cold, small lump
Lying in my stomach here
Keeping me away.
I wish I had the guts to
I wish I had bravery.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
Jump in the lake
see what it would take
for you to jump with me
Under the stars
we'd never awake
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
I sit in solitude, surrounded by trees
That have been standing for ages untold.
I feel the coolness of an Autumn breeze
That grants a leaf to fall that I hold.
With the leaf transfixed in my careful stare,
I examine its transparent tone.
Searching for answers that could be there,
As if the answers are known.
I wish I might show as much grace
Falling to my demise.
I wish another may take my place
And make Mother Gaia nice.
I wish for transitions
That leave me better than before.
It may be intermittent,
But there might be more in store.
I wish my whispers were as sweet
As rustling, falling, tumbling leaves
That make the world complete--
And without them, the forest obsolete.
Someday this forest may be replaced
With a cattle field a mile long.
Gone with a whimper, without a trace
Will be the leaves I once wished on.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Although,
I wish for you to see me.
Dancing to music, totally lost.
Laughing, beautiful.
Being silly, the girl you fell for.
Creating new paintings, memories...
But rather than just seeing me,
Be there with me.
Prove predictions.
Together,forever.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
I wish, wishfully to wish a wishful wish.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
you make a wish
upon a star
but little do you know
another being, far away
is wishing on it too
perhaps there is
the slightest chance
both wish for one same thing
like ending hunger, poverty
lack of education
or economic stability
but each of us
will take the time
wishing for our own
all i know is human nature
differs prayer from a wish
when we pray, we ask that god
bless all that is amiss
but when we wish upon a star
all thought for others leave
we wish only for ourselves
its what we've come to be.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
If I could be beside you in this moment
I'd gather all the stars suspended over California
and shove them in a bottle
that they would cast a gentle glow
to bathe our bodies as we lie
asleep, arms entangled with ourselves
blissful lips within each other's reach
hearts beating synchronized, harmonizing,
adding to the euphony of euphoria,
the anthem of togetherness.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
I wish I was a dragonfly,
Blue in the shimmering sun
Settling on the tropical palms,
When my breeze guided journey was done.
The tips of my wings would softly skim
The water of the pool,
A microscopic dragon in flight
My eyes, two kaleidoscope jewels.
My family would have existed for three million years,
Or more,
But I shall glide for just six weeks,
Enough time to see, what’s worth flying for.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Lies are truths we wish
to hear
Truths are lies we wish
were real
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
because of you
i've learned to love my scars
watching you from afar
standing on stage with your guitars
while I'm just here wishing and hoping on a star
that you would finally notice me.
and just grab me in your arms
andwith me, make a memory jar.
i heard your song, the only reason.
right now, i wanna be the reason
why you love the season
and i want to be the reason
why you shine like a beacon.
every time i see your smile
i' stop for a while
and just stay there and make everything worthwhile
and finally say
hey this guy is the reason why i stay
each and every day.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
I wish I wasn't still in love
With the person I believed you were
I wish I remembered our time
Clearly instead of merged into a blur
I wish I could happen upon
A picture of us without feeling sick
I wish I was able to outrun
My pain, I tried, but it's too quick
I wish I was capable of
Saying your name without tears leaking out
I wish I had some control over
The honest chaotic words I spout
I wish I was better at apologies
I am sorry for causing you pain
I wish I was worse at forgiveness
My trust is too easy to regain
I wish I didn't miss your touch
And the way you hugged me
I wish I was able to talk
About us without saying "we"
I wish I was able to forget
How your face looks when your heart is sore
I wish I could listen to our song
And not crumble to bits on the floor
I wish I would have deleted your texts
So I would not reread them all day
I wish I had a magic wand
To turn our skies blue instead of grey
I wish I didn't fake a smile
In every picture I post
I wish I was brave enough
To exorcise your stubborn ghost
I wish I could escape the ropes
Of silence wrapped around my heart
I wish I wouldn't of bared my
Whole soul when you shared only a part
I wish I didn't see your image
In my mind each time I close my eyes
I wish I could forget the feeling
Of your fingertips dancing on my thighs
I wish I dreamed of something else
Besides your smile every night
I wish I could bury my hurt
Deep below the surface; out of sight
I wish I was an important enough
reason for you to change
I wish I could spin you like a
Rubiks Cube until you rearrange
I wish I had an easier time
Dragging this body out of bed every day
I wish I didn't want to hide
Under covers and waste away
I wish I could make the sun shine
And light up my life once more
I wish I wasn't too delicate
To speak openly like before
I wish I still felt beautiful
The way I did when you stared at me
I wish I would have stopped handing you chances
After number 93
I wish I possessed the strength
To push myself off my knees
I wish I had the perfect plan
To save you from your deserved disease
I wish I lived in the present
Instead I am always stuck in the past
I wish I could slow down time
I'm powerless; it flies by too fast
I wish I could leave you behind
Move on, let go of this sunken ship
I wish I didn't let you drive
Each time we went on a guilt trip
I wish I could predict the future
What our outcome will be
I wish I had the ability
To write the ending to this story
I wish I lived somewhere new
So I wouldn't see your mom around
I wish I could ask how you are
And look anywhere else but the ground
I wish I could put my heart
Back together in one piece
I wish I was strong enough
To force these wants and needs to cease
I wish I hated you for putting
Me through all seven layers of Hell
I wish I didn't miss your kiss
The heaven I once thought I knew so well
I wish I was a heartless corpse
Incapable of love or emotion
I wish I would have my breath taken
Sorrows are waves and I drown in this ocean
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 8:25 PM UTC
Should I say it
Or should I keep
my mouth shut?
Are you thinking of me
The way I do about you?
Should I give
you my heart
Or is it too much?
Am I moving too fast?
Are you even keeping up?
I like you
But I cannot
Get myself to say it
I think about you
Before I sleep
And after I wake up
I long to show
You my affection
But afraid you'll run
I have fallen for you
But are the two of us
On the same side?
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
I want to write a poem about you,
but all the words sound good in my head until they get out on paper.
I can't make anything out of the slur of words I wish I could say to you.
There's a sentence for all the years I want you to have back,
and words for all the days you spent waiting for probation in a cell.
You are still just as much of a man as you were before they stripped away your sanity.
They say that people make mistakes,
But you had to give up most of your life for just one of yours.
I like to think you spend so much time in the company of a bottle
because somehow, in your mind, you'll find the years that you lost at the bottom of every one.
I want you to know that Alcoholism is not a choice,
Nor is it a death sentence.
I want you to know that I do not bow my head in shame at you;
You are not a monster.
You are a child,
One that never got to experience innocence before it was taken from you.
You are not a trophy to be on display,
You are not a spectacle to be snickered at,
You are not a John Doe to be left lying in the cold,
You are not next week's breaking news,
You are not stupid,
You are not broken.
You are not a statistic,
You are not a stereotype.
You are sick.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
it is my birthday.
but the world has long disowned me.
honestly--I ask--why do I bother?
as there must be something there for me--out in the viscera.
for I, am still here.
it is my birthday.
but the public has long shunned me.
faces thick as bedrock and eyes as dull as mint wrappers.
and they use sound to blind them.
it is my birthday.
and no one seems to help.
for it is not always happy to know,
you're one day closer into the arms of the cease-r.
it is my birthday.
and words rule no meaning.
for no one listens to me.
and no one hears what I'm hearing.
it is my birthday.
and my marrow weakens as I breath.
but bones sleep with welded lips 'neath the coat of earth.
and--with shame--I shall, too, be nothing but empty research.
it is my birthday.
and I force myself to nature.
O sand, is it true they pick you up and throw you in the wind?
O sea, is it true you get stuck in the mouths and stomachs of the young?
O hair, is it true you scream when the air beats you?
but I don't hear--and I know many.
it is my birthday.
and I breath false air.
is it true the ones that speak ill are on their death bed?
is it wrong I wish for them to speed up time?
is it wrong I point the reaper in their direction?
so I needn't worry of their illness spreading to mine.
it is my birthday.
and we are all gathered for tea.
the masochists sit by the sadists; that's the rule,
so the sadist may draw that ball-point pen deep along their slate skin--and whisper the names of forgotten authors,
so they may both moan with delicious harmony together--for two presents in one.
it is my birthday.
and the masochists ask me to join.
they write each other's eulogies
and revise--revise--'til there are none.
it is my birthday.
for now you know not,
of what I wish, but what I need,
a master.
for I am not one.
it is my birthday.
and not all wishes deem true,
for it seems no one cares of my words--my work--my blood--my tears--
a hymn to whomever it may concern--have you no mercy?
it is my birthday.
and I have not found them.
I have not found the right.
for only airless voices with no mouths, eyes that wish for many more, and souls that have lost time have found me.
and I am one of them.
and 'neath my heart,
I always will be.
for it is my birthday,
and wishes don't come true.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC