Endless Horizon

Endless Horizon Sep 2014

Wait for me,
by the corner on an empty street,
an umbrella in your hands,
and a suitcase in the other.

Wait for me,
when the skies turn tangerine,
when the clouds become colored with pink.

Wait for me,
even as the raindrops start to pour,
when streaks of light rip the air.
Hold on,
even as the clouds start to roll in.

Wait for me,
when the skies turn jet black,
when the clouds become colored in gray.

Wait for me,
by the corner of an empty street,
an umbrella in your hands,
and a suitcase in the other.

Please, wait for me,
and I'd do the same
for you.

Tried my hand at mirror poems at the suggestion of a friend and because I have nothing to do.

#love #poem #life #empty #patience #you #me #street #same

Endless Horizon Sep 2014

Over

Shallow breaths,
fists knuckled,
beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
The tension was very palpable,
and so was the nervousness.

I remind myself, take deep breaths,
but as the time draws near,
all I can do is watch,
and to hyperventilate.

Shallow breaths,
fists knuckled,
beads of sweat forming on my forhead,
The tension was very palpable.
And I was nervous.

I didn't know if it was because,
of my impending performance,
or if it was because,
of the events that would happen when this is all

over.

An experience I would like not to relive again. This just popped into my mind today.

#poem #life #over #speaking #public

Endless Horizon Sep 2014

The New Me

The old me.
Used to walk in the other side of the road.
I woke up on the right side of the bed.
I was much different from the others,
and I didn't know
why.

The old me.
Wondered and pondered,
thought and thought over
and over
to why I was like this,
to why I was different from the others.

The old me.
Gave up so easily,
a battle that can be effortlessly won,
by just a simple
lift of a finger.

I fell, into the cold hard ground.
I was down, and I didn't want to stand up again.
But I realized,
that it was okay to be so unalike.

Now, whenever I'm feeling down,
I pat myself on the back,
breathe in and out,
and I finally
get up.

Because this is
*t h e n e w m e

Something that was in my mind floating through dozens of other worldly thoughts. This came to me after hearing a song on the radio. And I simply expressed what I felt in this gem.

#go #poem #new #you #feeling #let #down #forever #get #after

Endless Horizon Sep 2014

I Once Believed

Foolish men.
You trust all that is around you,
you rely on the deceit, the deception,
like it is worth dying for.
You foolish men.
You’ve gotten so good at lying
that you can’t even tell the difference,
between your truths,
from your hollow lies.

I once believed that I can live happily ever after,
just as I’d watched in the movies.
I thought that I can have powers, cast spells,
and travel to a time before my own existence.

I once believed that,
I can fly on broomsticks, that I can make objects move with my mind.
I believed that I should just leave my cares behind,
that I should run away,
instead of facing the problems of life.
That even if words would afflict me,
or if the world persecutes me,
I should do nothing.

But we shouldn’t believe everything
that passes through our ears,
for we invest too much in these.
We should remember,
that we pour over worlds that have been imagined,
and that we watch scenes that look all
too good to be true.

Do not let these falsehoods keep you restrained.
But instead, let them make you better.
Let them make you bolder, fiercer,
and let them make you achieve.
Achieve in what was thought to be impossible,
what was thought to be unobtainable,
what was thought to be unachievable.
Don't let these lies keep you down,
because it is "I once believed" for a reason.
And that reason is,
that you didn't let the lies succeed.

My spoken word poem for school. Sorry if it's a long one :)) I know the topic is going in all directions and I'm sorry we had to do a poem on a specific topic and I just tweaked it a bit to make it seem hello poetry material so. Hope you guys get the message behind this one.

#lies #happiness #false #motivation #truths #fiction #shroud

Sep 2014

Dancing Shadows

Silence

Silence.
That is what surrounds me.
Not darkness or shadow,
not even light or anything bright.
It is not the same as quiet.
Silence is not solitude.
Silence
is all i have known.

this is the first poem i am posting so please be kind.

Endless Horizon Sep 2014

Not Today

In that cold, moonless night
my feeble mind raced through
a thousand thoughts.
But those thoughts,
cannot describe what I was feeling
as I was giving my own life away.

As much as I wanted to start over,
I convinced myself that it was worthless.
I had already lost faith in the things around me,
I'd lost faith in the things I treasured most.
But most of all,
I had lost faith in myself.

I'd always left the door ajar,
hoping that my miseries would finally come to an end.
After all, I thought,
would the world be any less different
after I had passed away?

I waited,
and death came.
He had knocked on the door,
and said his warning.

Weak was I, not far from surrendering.
But at the last moment, I remembered.
The thousand thoughts, memories, feelings,
all coalesced into one faint memory I'd myself had forgotten.

One one overcast morning, the sun still rising,
a friend said,
"I believe everything turns out well in the end.
If your life is still sour, then it isn't the end."

Like a violent stampede hurdling down a hill,
or a tsunami reaching land,
every part of my faith was restored.
From the things I had once doubted,
reassurance came flooding back.

He gave another warning,
before kicking the door open.
I stood in front of him, and said:
You are going to leave this house now. There is no one here to take.
Yes, I gave up. And yes, I decided to take my life away.
But He changed that decision, and turned me around.
And guess what?
**Today, isn't my day.

Something I wrote weeks ago, but was left here because it was too long, so I chopped it up a bit. Currently working on a poem for school, so I'm posting this as a compromise.
***(Thanks to Winter Silk for letting me borrow some lines from one of his poems)***

#suicide #poem #life #memories #thoughts #sweet #long #compromise

Endless Horizon Aug 2014

She Is The Center

She is the center of my life.
I, merely a planet revolving around her, a magnificent star.
She simply is...
The foundation in which I lean on.
The warm sun to end the sinister night.
The lush spring after the harsh winter.
The red rose standing tall among the withered grass.
And above all,
*my friend, and my one true love.

Looking, seeing and feeling things from another person's shoes. Just a short one to ease my mind of the problems of this world.

#love #sun #friend #her #everything #wife #center