"hybernate" poems
I have finally drawn the line
between my many roles
under different scenario,
under what circumstances
the best character that suits
only to decide...for the best of me
for the best of you,
everybody of interest
Been in this lonely journey
for far too long...
fought for myself...
struggling inside,
sometimes I am dead for days, months
sometimes I hybernate and hide myself
same time I am trying to balance
between life, career, family etc etc...
Can you understand this lonely journey
I cant bring anybody in...
cant also depend on someone else
on my own journey all the way
Sail my own boat,
I decide to fall, to survive or to drown...
It is the most lonely journey when you're totally
dependent... ON YOUR OWN
But today I have decided
This line I have drawn...
My journey doesn't have to be so lonely...
So I joined this supportive group
Poetess from all over the world...
Sharing a little bit of this,
and a little bit of that
From agony to ecstasy...
I have found Hello Poetry....
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
Dead Leaves
Old Pumpkins
Thanksgiving
November
Cold, Rainy Nights
Snowy Days
November
You make our house cold
Snuggle in bed
never come out
Dont make me go outside
Its not gonna happen
Ill stay in
till spring
Like a bear,
hybernate
But first
Eat thanksgiving
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
I feel like I am missing something...
Is it you?
or is it poetry?
The strange ache in my chest is coming back again,
and I cannot explain it
but it aches, it burns, as if I had drank alcohol
but ******
I haven't drink, not even a drop.
I just want to curl up into a ball, turn off the lights of my room, and sleep it off.
I want to hybernate the entire month of December,
I don't want to go out, I want to stay in, I just want to stay in.
There's so much ache, I do not like alcohol.
It intensifies the ache, and I just want to sleep it off.
I want to hold my pillow, I want to sit in one corner, curl up into a ball. I want to go to and fro, to and fro, leaning front and back,
front and back, as if I was listening to waves, going
to and fro, to and fro, calm, tranquil, retreating backwards,
ebbing back into the sun...
But life doesn't let me sleep. It continues awakening me.
It continues calling me. And I just want to sleep the ache,
I want to dream that I live in peace, but my dreams are vast, too vast that even when life calls me, its voice echoes, twice, thrice,
"wake up"
I open my eyes, there's the light...
Life doens't want me to sleep in darkness, it wants me to awake... to open my eyes, to no longer be blinded by it's brightness...
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 6:01 PM UTC