"uphills" poems
*Have you ever herded humans to LOVE?
I have traveled a thousand miles
By foot to reach my BELOVEDz home
Have you ever bowed down and surrendered?
I have kissed the feet of my BELOVEDz
From the center of my heart
To the place where my BELOVEDz stays
Though seems from mountains to the ocean
But the stream of water flows uphills
There is this small town
In the oceanic blue scape
With humid tropics and scented rain
In the curvature up-down hill roads
With green trees lined by the fields
Between the town and
The destination to no where
There is the tiny abode -
My BELOVEDz lives
Up one flight of stairs to heaven
Where the wind blows stronger
With every rain gush hitting the verandah grill
My BELOVEDz stands, watching her life
Through the dogs and cats raining skies
Oh..! worrying about LOVE and
Those uncertainties beyonds life
As I stand over there -
Below her grilled verandah window
Drenched in rain, pouring over...
My filthy 1000 miles walked torned dress
Yes that is the place I find my BELOVEDz
Standing near the window grill -
Like Shakespeare's when Romeo and Zuliet meet
She looks at me and smiles
Was it me - her LOVER she was waiting for?
Like Romeo I can't climb up the grill -
She knows...
Thus she runs down the flight
Jumping down steps - skipping 2-3 at a time
And rushes out to embrace me
Within my arms, hugs and kisses
Yes - I am the LOVER she waited for...!
For us,
Loving each other
WE realize... now
LOVE is nurturing
LOVE is penance
LOVE is wisdom
LOVE is patience
LOVE is compassion
LOVE is waiting
LOVE is courage
LOVE is our SOUL
LOVE is our ONENESS
That day in the rains
If someone saw us like that
Entangled within each other
They will smile and say:
LOVERS - Under in rain*
LOVERS - became "ONE"
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:34 AM UTC
When I was a kid I lived in a fairytale.
I had my parents, the king and queen of the kingdom
Who loved me unconditionally and doted on me; their baby girl
I spent my days chasing butterflies and trying to grasp on to those last remains of Summer
Before the Fall came
And oh what a mighty Fall it was
I was sixteen when my life stopped being all about fairytales and happily ever afters
And became a mixture of bitter hatred for this reality and yearning to revert back to those Summer days
But I can't, I can't reach those early afternoons playing in the sandpit of my childhood,
Or those evenings when I would run back to
a home cooked meal sitting ready for me on the dinner table.
And now as I wander ever faster towards the winter of my life, all I have is the memories.
They say you shouldn't hold on the past
But why not, when the present is burying you right where you dug the grave which you labeled the "good old days".
And the photographs on the mantelpiece come tumbling down as you begin to realize that mommy isn't perfect and daddy isn't invincible.
They're human.
And humans hurt, and they heal and they love, and they feel.
And never will there be a day when I look back and think, "hey let the past be the past"
Because now?
Now I live in endless agony, crippled by my fear of growing old; getting married, paying bills, and growing my family.
and facing the heartbreak that everyone has at least once in their lives.
If you're lucky, it's quick like the pain of a band aid tearing off your skin.
But if like me you're not, then I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for the pain and the slow burning ache that will settle itself in your heart and never leave.
Because sometimes,
A person will nestle a home for themselves in your chest and they will be with you all your life.
No matter what happens, even after marriage and children and all that comes with it.
You will grow old and in your last moments on this earth, you will reminisce about that love you lost all those years ago.
Not the one who got away-
But the one who never left.
To this day,
I live as a memory box
Constantly reminded that when you grow up, life's a ***** and then you die.
But you'll always have the memories to remind you that life was not always this way.
That sometimes, it can surprise you
And make you laugh like you've never laughed and cry like you've never cried.
You'll live like the uphills are mountains
And the downhills are cliffs to drag you back down to reality.
© Elle 2016
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
--We live in a broken world--
A reality where man must prove that he is true
Wearing the white cape of justice
Wielding the piercing blade of truth
And puncturing the shadowy veil of evil
Man must act
Grasping the medals he is awarded
Framing the honors he has received
The small bleary eyed boy
With his fathers helmet atop his head
Will grow to fight his own battles
Uphills
And down steep slopes
But he shall take up his fathers sword
And wield it once more
In the field of battle it shall cut through the shroud
With silken cape trailing behind him
And evil shall be vanquished
--However--
We do indeed live in a broken world
And the greed of man has seeped through and through
Infecting the positions of kings
Poisoning the lips of law
And in this broken world
Where a soldier of peace as ironic it may be heard
Will need to pierce the veil within himself
Where the dark has slowly grasped
And where doubt has taken root
For shall he do as commanded
Or fasten the helmet upon his head
In defiance
Becoming the enemy of the kingdom he once so loved
The white knight of justice will choose
And he shall be revered as the traitorous blood
Who turned his back to his fellow man
But in his heart
In this broken world
He shall know he still holds his fathers honor
Forever and ever
--Man's white knight--
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
It keeps giving me the chills,
Is it a battle of uphills?
How can I guess the outcome,
When I'm still not clear of what I'll become,
Can I make the perfect choice?
And will I be able to rejoice?
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 9:45 PM UTC
There are so many things I wish I could say
Wish I could describe
In a perfect way
That everyone could understand me.
And I know not everyone thinks the same
As I do, every day
It's a complicated distance that I came
To get to where I am.
I walked a many desert storms
In bare feet with the ground so hot
I could have been lost though I was reborn
From the journey of the dry.
I swam a many oceans stretched
Naked and freezing
I could have drowned but something I fetched
In the water saved my life.
I climbed a many mountains high
Without protection of stable ground
The incline uprising like my sigh
But my luck kept me from falling.
Or maybe it was God's gracious light
Watching over me
Or maybe fate just didn't want to take me that night
I'm not so sure, but I am pleased.
Cause my life has been a journey
Of uphills, downhills
Falls and climbs
But here I am today
Walking along this line--
Through life.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 12:36 PM UTC
I ran the slopes
Ran uphills
And downhills
Ran till I came
To a stand still.
The beautiful view
reminded me of you,
Across the buildings
of the cities
were gravestones.
You would call them
zombie revival spots
where things rot
and people
wished they didn't
have reserved
parking spots.
I know the bouquets after bouquets
of flowers won't bring you back
But I don't know why I still try
I don't know why I still cry
I don't know why I still sigh.
Every time I drive to you
Or I would run to you
I can remember the things
The things that we used to do
I can remember
When I first met you
When I first hugged you
I can remember
Making you laugh at "oh poo".
I don't know why I'm still
Like the way I am,
Floating back and forth
All over memories of you.
I guess it's because
you put the skies together
We made pie together (or at least tried to)...
I don't know if you can hear it from up there
Tiff's baby boy, little guys already walking...
I keep buying you flowers,
Will you ever come back,
You've taught me to be afraid
So afraid of trusting another person
That when everything goes right
someone somehow just disappears,
and you know what...
you haven't exactly been wrong.
I tell people what they want to hear
I tell them what I know keeps them
Ok.
But I haven't heard anyone say to me
That one day I will forget you...
And I wish I could...
But I know I definitely couldn't.
I still have every email
Every text message
Every single line smiley
Every photo
Every video
Everything ...
I still open them once in a while,
I read them with tears and smiles.
Strange huh?
No matter how many flowers I leave
There won't be a morning where I wake up
And your face is looking down on mine
(like the time you broke into my house... remember? )...
I would give anything,
To see you once more.
Not in photos
Not in videos
But in front of me.
I miss you
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
white air.
a seagull perched
on the gutter.
trucks slowly
uphills.
people
in houses
lighting fires.
radio static.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
no metal slate top
rest on our head
or rule our kind
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
we own the roads
just as we dare
to own the world
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
we sunbath under the
streetlights, our guide
as the city grinds
barebone and ********
we ride the bike
on a windy night
we pump our feet, swell
rolling uphills and-
down with the bills
barebone and ********
we ride the bikes
on a windy night
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
My life revolves around my education
And I feel as if I am drowning ever so slowly
In a sea filled with numbers and letters that I try to not think define me
But at the end of the day, it's all that counts
I am scared for my future,
Font of my past,
Afraid to even come close to my fate
I feel like the bittersweet taste of life has left my senses
And I am left with a stale taste that lingers on my tongue
A taste full of uphills with no down hill,
Of failure and stupidity
I tell myself that I can rise above and beyond
But that is also suggesting that I achieve the impossible
They say it doesn't define you
But they are all telling you what you want to hear
In hopes to make you feel better
But how will your mind flourish
If they make you think that you are perfect
When clearly, you are not?
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 8:21 AM UTC
Dear life, dear destiny,
take me Up To that enormously unending uphills,
where nothing but hope, applauds one's will.
the virtues smile, and crowns the will.
Yet, dear peace,I beg you still,
to stay, Stay, and stay still.
For these miles may be long,
and you're an essence to one's minuty minute will
with you and patience, and a little will
I know, it will last till the end of my skills
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC