October 17, 2017
3 in the afternoon
One of those simple
Just blue, white
And they’re moving
Like unmanned ships
Searching for the dreamers
To come aboard
For those who choose to look up
Even in raindy days
For those ships have fought
In thunder, lightning, and in rain
Just for the next rainbow
Lying on my right now
Such sight barred by railed windows
Can’t save me tonight”, sang the Lumineers
Oh and guess what!
I’m waiting for 5:36...
Before Mr. Sun departs and
I have to say goodbye to these Clouds
But not to worry
In hopes that the stars will
Come out tonight
Because hope only exists if one hopes.
October 16, 2017
Mark this minute for me
All you angels who watch us
Orange rays of light
I was lying down on my mattress
Flat on the floor
Like Aladin’s magic carpet
Until i saw magic
Lying on my left
Head watching the untouched books
Arranged in such a unique, messy way
And dancing in the marmalade orange rays
Just 3 minutes
No word spoken
But just written
While John Mayers sang beside me
Of gravity pulling my dreams
To the black dullness of life
I gazed at the suddenly glistening spines of books
And wondered how long has it been
After that dreaming boy’s death?
For months, i haven’t writ.
I don’t care if people like this poem or not
Or if this is even a poem, to begin with
But i only write of the 3 minutes that brought
Light again to my dreaming soul
And showed me the way of poetry
This is the fourth minute which i now write
Of what the sun showed me.
That tiny ray of light
Against the curtain
Is what grabbed my blue heart
That has been drowning
Anyways, mark this moment for me please
To all the souls, ghosts, angels, and demons who are watching
For i met Life again.
What will it be like
70 years from now
Will I regret
Or smile that I lived and loved?
If I was then, would I be wishing
To send a message through time?
And to think that I received
A message written in 50 years,
Will I follow what I wrote to myself?
A minute ago, the sky was bright blue
Until puddles started forming mirrors
On the road
In a minute, there is time
For a hundred decisions and revisions,
It is now.
At this moment
That I ought to wake up
From sleeping dreams.
But im a coward,
I do not know what I'm bidding,"Goodbye" to.
A pen to hold all the tears
And a paper to smudge all the smiles
A reality written in fantasy
Where am I?
I keep escaping
A world I sleep in
Where Music's lullabies
Mend the tears in my fabric heart
I can fall alseep all I want
Stuck in this dream
But soon, even the lullabies
Won't be able to mend the heart
It may hold on but
it isn't Music who can forever knit back the pain.
Escaping relieves the pain
Because we never want to hear the truth
The truth comforted by lies.
But the truth will set you free.
And isn't it beautiful to dance in the rain?
I don't know what else to say.
I locked myself away from everything.
People didn't believe in the boy.
Still the rain called out to him
For a dance and a song
A song of cries
And a dance in the tears
Surely, the rain knows the tears of thousands of men
Who came to cry and share their tears
The rain knows all our tears
There is nothing to hide
When dancing in the rain
People will never know
That you were crying
It was the rain who
Made your tears
A dancing joy
Oh, don't forget.
The rainbow will come.