"withness" poems
Oh mark the words which I do say,
Who knows..tomorrow could be our last day
When you understand that it is true it will be too late,
It is said that each soul has it's given date
Oh my children, your mothers embrace cannot protect you
You will face your God...if you only knew
Please my children purify your very deeds
After all this is what it needs
To past the test..please promise me to do your very best
Death can come without any warning; an unwanted guest
Come on my children let us pray,
That our sins do not weigh (too much)
Please my children do not sigh..its really okey to cry
Once your soul is about to leave, God is the only one to rely
Once you withness you breathe, one last time, you are about to die
At last it will come to heaven or hell
This is why my children, I tell you to choose your actions well..
Be good..alright ?
~Umi
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
THIS TREE WITH MAGIC
GOLDEN LEAVES
IT'S THE SOLE WITHNESS
OF WHAT HAPPENED LAST FALL,
BETWEEN YOU AND I.
I CAN'T WAIT TO MEET YOU HERE
ONE LAST TIME....
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Music in my head, rhythm in my heart.
My gaze is fixed on you, followed by a wide grin.
Green light turns red, but it's neglected.
Spite in my head, stubbornness in my heart.
Confident steps, legs refusing to stop.
"There's still time, I can cross it."
Anxiety in my head, hesitation in my heart.
Bus driver honks loudly, but I don't feel him hitting the breaks.
For a second, intention of retracing steps was firm.
Bloodshed in my head, Horror in my heart.
Second... A second would have been enough.
I'm sorry you had to withness this, but...
I'm fine.
I'm alive.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC