"unhide" poems
Everything makes you wonder if you're good enough,
if you measure up.
But your standards are impossibly high for yourself.
Bars you can never reach,
but you stretch.
Stretch yourself so thin...
Just to get to it anyways.
Now it's time for the comparisons to stop.
To pull yourself back together and,
unstretch undoubt, unhide.
The best anyone can ever be is happy with themselves.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
Time for inroads
and watch me grow into a confession
to unhide.
There's room for you too,
grasping the infinity and movement
the gamble of the moon speaks,
luneria flowers to mark the winds cause
and learn words giving belief
wiser than us after all.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
A moth started to flutter
Its wings, I found myself under
A spell I can't break
Such a perfect mistake
It was then I fought
For a life that was brought,
In this world full of chances
More than a coincidence
Knitted by the threads of fate
Entangled inside the gate
Where flowers bloomed
And mediocrity is doomed
The moth started to guide me
In ways, I don't feel empty
Something dimly lit inside
Burned brightly, unhide
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
Goosebumps rose as if in a little rebellion of sorts,
Our hands desperate to counter the state of unrest,
Exploring the human contour that lay before them,
For places where we could hide,
Or unhide.
Curling up, exchanging the warmth of our souls
Through our skin,
We took turns to savour, and be each other's saviour
Forging shields through our embraces,
As we lay in bed looking at each other's faces.
Our bodies decided to ally
Against the ever so conspiring chill
And even as the temperatures outside kept dropping,
The passion inside knew only one way to go - rise, rise, rise.
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
Your words can be sold
But time shall tear apart
Every walls and
unhide your flaws.
Let your actions speak
Your greatness,
Your weakness.
Words to explain
are no longer needed.
High expectations turned
disappointment
shall diminish.
Surprise them what you can do
Surprise them who is the real
You.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 12:13 PM UTC
'Twas such an iridescent masquerade
Upon the gestures all,
Flower guises floating freely about
This mansion chamber's ball.
Medieval castle tapestry dwarfing them
With the lofty hall,
And there arrive and vacate portal
Fading unto the wall.
A gateway whereas such events unique
When arrivals call
And departed bid final farewell from
This mansion chamber's ball.
Values grouped and danced entwined
All over the chamber floor
Gaggling, babbling, in glorious glee
Ever since eve silence tore.
Yet, one lonely soul biding his life
Blended within the wall decor.
Scanning masks inefficiently in the chamber,
Electing in mind to who adore
Then a rapping of energy is heard around
Tapping at the mansion door.
Spiriting masqueraders slide inside here
Ever since eve silence tore.
Inevitable capture of the silent statue
No longer blending of absent joy.
Given assortment of masks to be as play,
And being the ball's brightest decoy.
Wisping to and fro he goes to furthermore
Echo his mask and employ
Silent cartographers of party unto the wild
Festival masqueraders enjoy.
So this Napoleon of dance and sing aware
He twas nevermore of coy
Stunned as struck to his guise hiding inside
And being the ball's brightest decoy.
The accursed mask pried off at last
Hence he carried his glee
And surmised so to unhide inside feelings
Selecting the costume every wisely.
Those who fight of ownerright cause,
Grasping back unrightfully.
To amass the mask unto the masquerader
So inside they cannot see
Nevertheless, grasping suppressed he philosophized,
"Why hide the face? Let them see.
Life here today is an entire masquerade.
Select the costume ever wisely."
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Yet within this glorious reef
There is risk of certain grief
That is traveling past the belligerent shore
Just to obtain the deeply wished core.
Calling memory from back awhile
Dating then unto thy chosen isle
Where the reef lay hidden inside
And her true triumph let unhide.
In fear of blowing the engine once more
The forever vessel sulks by this shore
Then adversely sails onto the blue sea
Where there it may always be.
But undoubtedly, the memory shall not fade
When the nervous Cartographer's mark is made.
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 10:20 PM UTC