"aknowledged" poems
listen to me
im screaming your name
yet you look through me..
im circling you with hate filled eyes.
yelling,scratching, fighting to be seen,
and yet im ignored.
now im begging, pleading on my knees
to be aknowledged
yet im shunned.
my tears fall in noiseless streaks
shattering like glass at your feet
and yet.. You walk right by me..
we dance this fiery tango day and night
neither relenting in his struggle.
u to ignore..
me to be noticed..
why is it so hard to look at me
when,without me, you do not exist?
you NEED me, so i stay.
yet you act like im not welcome.
stop.
look at me
at yourself
learn to love what you see
its time you realized who you are..
let me show you the truth
in your reflection.
.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
it was a dry winter
he sang *** and candy" as i braided my hair
we'd never dwelt so far apart
oceans between us while sharing a bed
he bought me rain-boots for christmas
desert dwellers have little use for rain-boots at the end of december
but i smiled because it didn't matter
he could never see me
only aknowledged the static space i inhabit
his empty eyes sang symphonies in the silence
we were young
and the world refused to cease it's spinning
despite our sea-sick cries while faking love
even the rustiest carousels chase their tails long after the waiting line is rendered empty after dusk
the secret to life inside our discarded cigarette cartons
the history at the bottom of the beer pitcher
it was our hell
our own private galaxy doing pirouettes on the sidelines of time
we aged like newspapers hidden in the hedges
but we meant it
or at least we thought we did
whatever it was
we meant it
the way that one means it when they say they wished they'd died the morning after dollar beer night
it felt right
no matter how bad it always hurt
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Something that exists,
but can't always be seen.
Something that is felt,
but isn't always known.
Something heard,
but not aknowledged.
Something soft, and
Something warm,
but intangible.
Something easy to shatter,
but hard to destroy.
Something kind,
something peaceful,
and something steady.
Unbreakable, undefinable,
unconquerable, and forever constant
Hope
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 6:30 PM UTC
Father- look to the sun for the answers my boy.
Son-why would I ask for answers from something I can only follow.
Father -because it is big and strong and can pave your road.
Son- my road is paved, paved of uncertainties and challenges which I openly accept.
Father- why would you not take the road we all chose for generations? Why must you disobey?
Son- I've seen all the damage caused by being followers, your once clean roads are now my bumpy travels. The abuse and misuse of generations have made a once easy choice almost unbearable. I chose to make my own mistakes, on my chosen path. I choose to learn and teach my generation, and our future it is o.k. to think and live for "you."I will not preach my lessons as strength against others, but instead will pass them only, once they are aknowledged. Never will I condone a life in the sunshines shadow. For I have lived in its realm long enough.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Colorful
He didn't know they cared.
His lost self is drowning.
Alone in the world he dared,
To look at it all frowning.
He felt like a horse in the water
looking at the light.
He was never seen by his mother.
Gave up because of the fright.
For all this time he was alone.
No one wanted to see him cry.
For all the failures he saw his own.
And wished the world goodbye.
Gulped into a wirlpool of menkind.
Dark, pitchblack at the end of the light.
Nothing he could ever find.
Nothing could make him fight, at least not with all his might.
His idols are weak, and chose to walk on highways.
His family never blinked an eye.
No one could count all those days.
Were he kept asking himself why.
He was a wrong soul in his own life.
He did not belong in this fase.
Lied who he was and took the dive.
As if he was the only one in his race.
Those who follow me will die, he said.
So I will live on my own from now.
But life is not living while dead.
And he greeted his crowd with a bow.
His colours match mine.
That is what scared me the most.
Only I pretend to be fine.
While he saw more and overdosed.
What colour is it, that tangled our lifelines?
Will I meet my colour soon?
I hope it's bright, I hope it shines.
I hope it is the blue of the moon.
Or the pink of a lily.
The yellow of a bumblebee
Oh no, don't look at it silly.
It's not just the colours you see.
Whatever colour it is, it's not shown by the mirror.
We will never see what we carry.
All we will ever see is error.
We hate dispair, yet discard the merry.
He met the horse and the kid.
He was swimming in his own memory.
The thick liquid paint stuck on the lid.
He never even got to say sorry.
Let's paint the world with you and me.
Family, friends, that girl across the street
And for the first time, it's his colour I see.
My colour gave me the chance to meet.
And suddenly, everyone cared
All eyes were fixed on him.
Aknowledged what he had beared.
Everything changed on a whim.
The happy feeling of sorrow.
The delight of burning alive.
Because there's always tomorrow.
It's never too late to strive.
And with pain he said the kid goodbye.
He took the horse along.
He never again doubted why.
Suddenly falling didn't feel wrong.
For he fell and I fell.
And we both stood up on our feet.
We're all good and well.
Ready to start sketching on a new sheet.
What colour is it I wear.
Is it bright and prone?
I claim to have much to bear.
But I was never really alone.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 10:38 PM UTC
To talk to you?
Or to love you from distance and silently?
Shall I just pretend that I am sorry while you're the one who insulted?
Or shall I wait for you to apologize?
Shall I just forgive every thing you did without talking? or Shall I wait for my dignity to be returned by you?
I don't even know if I am happy or sad that you aknowledged me. I don't even know what I should do. I am just sitting between people feeling paranoid.. I am slowly having a panic attack and I cannot even stop the pain in my heart to flow in my body...
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:39 AM UTC