GR - Hello Poetry

GR Mar 29

"In another life," I say as I think beyond the stars.

The universe interrupts me, "In this lifetime.", correcting me.

I wonder beyond space and time, seeking an answer, a truth, a meaning.

And then take a look around, but I can't get my eyes off those pitiful souls.

Not that I'm any different.

GR Mar 25

The Name I Made For Myself

The name I made for myself.

It took me years of patience and effort, and I never spared a single moment for myself alone.

I had always relied on this goal of mine, a dream worth sacrificing myself for.

And then one day, it's all gone.

I'm forced away, hearts unsynced, and although it's also been a while, my heart remains shattered.

Because I realized that I'll have to go to sleep, and dream.

Being awake and dreaming at the same time is impossible, isn't it?

Because it had always been the name I once made for myself.

Actually, I was forced to move to a completely new area. It's been a month or so, but I am still adapting. I was forced away from all my relationships, and of course, it is not the same. They live much farther now, and there has never been a day where I haven't missed them.

My core memories, they were all left behind. I'm trying my best to adapt to this environment, but it just isn't for me. I'm not welcomed here. My adults, they have never supported the thought of balancing my personal/work+school life, so they only think I'm in my own space 24/7 and seperated from reality. I guess, that is 50% accurate of a thought compared to reality, but no matter how hard I try to relieve this perspective of theirs, I fail. So I gave up, and I followed my own path. I still am, but at the bottom of my heart, I'm always hoping they're watching over how hard I'm struggling, the tears I fight every night, the lock necklace that remains apart of my flesh.

I miss the name I once made for myself, because here, it wouldn't matter if I existed or not.

GR Mar 13

Falling In Love Again

Tonight, the midnight sky is rather different.

It consists of dark clouds rapidly moving, dissapearing, and taking turns covering the bright entity in the sky.

I can only catch a momentary break of light, cracking through the clouds.

But I'm only searching for a beauty that cannot be revealed to this world.

I stare at myself, my reflection being cast upon me, this glass seperating me from the untouchable entity.

But in my eyes, I catch the big round beauty, glowing in me.

And finally I look up, the clouds moving away, my thoughts clearing, and my focus on one, breathtaking moment.

And that's the moment I fell in love.

With the moon.

GR Mar 4

Missing You

My heart has never moved on.

Even if yours is in sync with another one, I know it will never be mine.

I'm always longed for a response from you, my feelings concealed from this world, like a glass that will never shatter upon a reflection.

I'm forced into a new world, a new home, and to be around strangers who do not resemble you, those eyes, that smile.

And I know you won't come, but I still look beyond the crowds of strangers, for you.

Do you do the same, too?

GR Feb 27

Leaving You

In the vast world, it's him and I.

We love each other deeply, our hearts in sync.

I share his burden, and he shares mine. Together, we're like the moon and ocean.

And then it comes to me, that it's only my imagination.

Tomorrow will be the last time I'll try to meet his eyes, and offer him my whole heart without expecting him to offer his.

Because after that, I'll be saying farewell with my broken heart.

GR Feb 23

Tears

One tear of true pain, it's better than multiple tears of despair.

When you're hurt multiple times, the wound only gets deeper, the pain etched into your heart.

Love, hate, greed, suffering, impurities, compassion, several contemplations I've experienced in this life, all that brought tears.

Tears, they're precious. Valuable. Beautiful. Tears.

GR Feb 21

Black Rose

On a mountain filled with beautiful sunflowers, lies one lonely rose.

It's the only dark, gloomy, and black flower on the field.

But the sunflowers are different, always relying on the sunshine.

The black rose, small and invisible, has never once, seen any light.

And so, on a mountain filled with beautiful sunflowers, lied one lonely rose.