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So I'll climb back on this metaphoric horse,
High and long since gone,
Remembering life and lethal force
And where the lines were drawn.

The issues are spent, still never away,
Surfacing once in a while.
Closure not found for memories stay,
Haunting and tasting of bile.
circa 2005
If you’re going to judge me then judge me for who I am
Judge me for how I act around you
Judge me justly
Judge me and keep in mind of the things that you’ve done
Keep in your mind that you probably not any better than me
When I curse, keep in mind that you probably have too
When I burst out in rage at someone, keep in mind that you have done the same at one point
When I slam my locker door, keep in mind that everyone has those bad days
When I’m ignoring you, keep in mind that I’m not perfect
When I disobey, keep in mind that you have, too
When I’m sitting in silence, keep in mind I’m either thinking or I’m not in the mood to chat
When I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to talk
When you judge me, don’t judge me by who I hang out with
Don’t judge me by just my negative actions
Don’t judge me by just my positive actions
Judge me by both my positive and negative reactions
Judge me by who I am not who that other person is
But before you judge me at all, get to know me well enough that you can judge me fairly
Every time I gaze upon you,
The sun rises and my heart starts.
Turning the ignition, ready to roll
Blazing down the road after you,
Knowing I cannot keep up with you.
But my mind stays on you
Every second thinks of you.

Yet when the clouds take the sunshine away
I feel hurt, unloved, and alone.
Deprived of this photosynthetic warmth
And ripped into the clutches of depression.
When the eclipse is done, I'm relieved.
I see my sunshine who teaches me much
About the love I pursue every day.

You've become a living segment of me,
Providing life force for survival or my heart.
The very single love you radiate
Warms me to think of you time and time again.
But if you ever fade from the skies,
I'll lose my warmth and be struck down.
The the death spawning frozen hell of sadness.

Then I lose sight of you until time.
I stop and wait for you again, hoping,
That I picked the right star to chase,
Before I never knew what I was chasing,
Or why I could never stop looking for you.
Now I know you and your brilliant radiance
Comprehending to never give way.
Written June 8, 2003
The wind was bitterly cold outside the small cabin
And she sat alone tonight in her rocker
Sitting by the fire which was nice, warm, and cozy
With her warm blanket in her lap
And a pillow behind her head
But she didn’t feel nice, warm, and cozy inside
Her soul was empty
And her body felt numb
This time of year was always a dread to her dear heart
Her husband had died one too many years ago on a cold Christmas Eve
For some reason, she had just known that something would happen
He had been out in the snow
Shoveling it away
When a blizzard came by
And swept him away
He was found that gloomy Christmas morn
With white snow all around him
His face was ashen and cold
But peaceful and calm
She had wept that day until night dawned upon the sky
And, now, so many years later
She sat by the fire and stared at the flames as they popped and crackled
A single tear rolled down her face
And with a gloomy heart she prayed:
“Dear Father God,
Why did you take him away?
He was so dear to my heart
And just always full of joy
Yet you took him and left me here
With my gloomy heart
Pained soul
Aching body
And tear-filled eyes
What purpose am I to fill?
What is the reason that You have left me here?”
It was originally shorter and a class assignemnt.
The beauty is still unsurpassed..
The pious heart is still unbiased..
The purity is still unblemished..

The charm is still unabashed..
The grace is still unabandoned..
The brilliance is still unabused..

The serenity is still unabhorred..
The spark is still unblazed..
The ***** is still unstained

Just an abrasive scratched the vignette..,
But the portrait is still a masterpiece..!!!!
O woman..
You are still as elegant and dignified!!!
This poem is a tribute to the 23-year old doctor who was brutally abused by a gang of barbarians..
i know it wont help her or any other victim in anyway..
but its my initiative towards maintaining their respect!!
hope you all agree with me..
receding childhood, and youth approaching fast,
still wondering where am I.
doubts and questions, answers is what I seek,
difficult to find some faces to rely.

so many wishes and so many dreams,
in a dilemma of thoughts, blurred is my aim.
the two aspects, Triumph and Defeat,
hard to treat the two just the same.

this never ending twilight of adolescence,
makes me numb, still i'm shining gay.
a stir right there in my chest,
wanna go home but can't find a way.

seeing her face, these voids vanish,
but some lingering questions can't leave me alone.
dunno why am I blushing,
it seems my lips have a mind of their own.

pretending to be sad, as if nothing happened,
still searching happiness wherever i can.
I keep asking the same question to myself,
am I grown up child or a childish man?
Drops of the ocean thicker than blood today,
The name which runs through her veins gave in to a fatal fray.
An old story, retold to every part of her bleeding soul,
As the secrets of hollowness again unfold.
Her nights are full of regrets of him not seeing her grow,
Full of memories she'd rather throw.
Two hearts of stone- so apart,
One breaks, so heals a broken heart.
She holds herself higher than any star in the sky,
The brightest, the highest, the strongest tonight.
Agony of the loss of her first love, tries to pull her to nowhere,
Whispers of a beautiful hope, slowly repair every tear.
That Day was the most dreadning one for my life..
Just had a few hours with my grand mum that night..

Can’t forget the lasting impression of her’s on my fingers which made some marks light..
When she held my hand with her’s very tight..

She was breathing hard and looking above as if wanted to fight back to live..
But don’t know why god left just life for her to give..

That divine personality won’t ever blur away from my mind..
To have her for some more years was actually what  I wished from inside..

But came to know the fact that no one can overlook what is destined..
But I’ll always regret for it as she was the best reason why my father smiled..

Would now just say that my dear grand mum u will always be remembered through the forthcoming years..
May be sometimes by happiness on our faces or may be sometimes with tears..
For my grand mum who is not there with us but she would always be cherished in our memories..
We all really miss you..
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