Trisha Adelia

Dec 2014

Jamie King

CREATION

The spark of passion ignites the heart, until it is engulfed in a conflagration of notions, as curiosity triumphs over caution.

The seed of wisdom, planted in fields of knowledge, is cultivated and refined in kingdoms of intellect to innovate speeches of freedom.

Blisters in sweaty palms, rubbing against the pen, as it drifts between the paths of future and past, where hope is met and joy is felt.

Consumed by epiphanies, the heart-beat is felt by trembling hands, squeezing the pen for inspiration, to bewilder imaginations, giving birth to new perceptions.

You take your time and put your heart into your work. This is for true poets (creativity challange)

#hope #joy #pride #diligence

Trisha Adelia Dec 2014

The Universe

There was a boy who had a dream to own the universe.
His eyes were dark as the night, his voice was deep as the ocean, his heart was cold as ice.

There was a girl who had a dream to be the part of the universe.
Her eyes were green as the leaves on Spring, her voice was soft as a lullaby, her heart was warm as a sweater.

They both finally met in a fate.

"I want to own this universe!" Screamed The Boy, one day.

"Why would you?" Asked the girl politely.

"To fill my emptiness and fulfill my wants"

The girl smiled and chuckled to hear The Boy's explanation.

"Why did you laugh at me?"

"The Universe is not outside of you...," The Girl pointed at The Boy's heart. "... Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you already are."

The Boy was speechless and amazed by The Girl. Both of them were staring and looked into each other's eyes.

The dark eyes found its light on the enchanted green of her eyes.

"You are the part of me too, then."

"I am."

"The Universe is not outside of you...," The Girl pointed at The Boy's heart. "... Look inside yourself; everything that you want, you already are."--Rumi.
This quote is inspired me somehow.

#love #girl #boy #universe #fate

Trisha Adelia Dec 2014

A War

An old woman was seeing a lilac sky
She was frightened to say goodbye
"O, freedom! My only freedom! Will the fire and bombs
end my sorrow?"
What was the use to hold living for tomorrow?
When all you can see was an ashes and scattered bones

An old woman was being slaughtered
She lost her family and hopes
Was it because they were Jews?
So that it's their right to make the world new?
Free from Jews?
As if Jews were roach
It was forbidden for them to be approached

And now
A giant smoke puffs in Palestine
Thousands people burn to death
Children, old people scream in despair
But no one will say if it's unfair
Is it because the land that is occupied?
Or whatsover so they have to die?

Do you have mom?
Is it hurt to see her cry?
Do you have love?
Is it hurt to see they bleeding then say goodbye?

When will the war ends?
When will all human races have a soul?
Or will it always be just a rhetorical question?

It's my first poem. My eyes are weary while typing this. I am not a Jew, nor Palestinians. I am just a human who wants to see humans live peacefully.

#war #sad #human #despair #tragedy

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