I I I I…
in the kingdom of the broken hearted
"I strive and cry"
it does not matter why
"to see you come by"
what am I ,
"lacking someone like you"
its something you cant deny
I can only be myself when I'm with you
"like a person with a cheater partner"
withering in a disaster
"and it hurts a lot"
"however none of those are as cruel as I"
as I couldn't even spare you any of my time.
a heated exchange
What does blue look like to you?
if your blue was my red
and your red was my blue
We may be looking at the same thing.
We may have favored the same color.
Perhaps you don't look up
because the afternoon skies seem dark
or you don't visit the park
because a field of flowers
doesn't unburden your heart
is it true?
Quite impossible to tell
I cannot see you like the leaf sees the branch
or the coral in the sea
Such a connection is severed at birth.
I think we can agree
This is why silence is truth
because nothingness is unchangeable
it is a place where the mind begins
where we build our being
with the things
taught to us
in order to enable
I need to find somebody who sees blue
the same way I do
In this world of deception and lies.
Where life seems to pass me by.
My dreams exist in an immaterial plane.
Manifesting in feelings I cannot explain.
However, I struggle to expel all the garbage I've been told.
And my mind is fit to burst out of its mould
The mold that grows on the surface for all to see.
will not silence the real me.
So this is my story
As told by i
How I cured the rot
or dared to try
Growing up in South Africa and then moving to Asia showed me how much of a hopeless state Africa is in. But that's my story, I feel like this poem relates to those who are trying to escape poverty, stagnation, and trying to transform. Its a story of maturation in a place that stunts your growth.
we will grow old and torn apart
let us make our time last
let us never become the past
I'm a mix of materials
permeated by water
with electrochemical flight controls
that through the emergent behavior of the chaos that ensues on the microscopic level
and enjoy a somber symphony
ponder love and hate
which are made of nothing at all
escaping the abyss
does God lie here
in the space where all of existence can happen
and his true glory can be shown
a place where I could be the one to
correct a world
that's a product of luck and probability
where all and everything is generated
could I live there
in the land of ideas
is it heaven up there
is it hell down here
I swear its heaven up there
Near Light- Ollafur Arnalds
a malignant haze
hitherto unnoticed and henceforth witnessed
the struggle of the enlightening
the ignorance and disdain
the death of George Floyd has driven me insane
I think people may feel this in these uncertain times.
determination and focus
words buzzzzing beyond my confidence
transcending my reality
blazing within my conscience
what is it to live with to word that hates towards
the kind I am off
I guess we will find out with time
often times I feel like, in this new day and age, the mission for peace that has permeated our society is coming to an end.
we are now being told to seek brilliance.
— The End —