You, me, and a whole lot of poetry...
You look into a mirrorCounting all your woesYou wish you were tallerHad a slightly smaller noseBigger, browner eyesFingers not so shortMore prominent claviclesA stomach that's tautThere's repulsion in what you seeAn erroneous reflection behind?But perhaps most probablyThe concoctions of your mind The mirror shows you an imageDistorted by your thoughts"Mirror, mirror on the wallShow me all that I am not."~s.a.
We're victims of human propensityThe penchant to feel guiltPulling down our empiresWe once stood and builtBathed in flammable miseryOne matchstick far from decayA case of acrid gaslightingWe must char ourselves awayWe no longer are the masters Our fires can't be tamedSo we wait to get consumedBy the embers of these flamesAn entreat to end our sorrowThis fire is what we craveThese insecurities grew so loudThat they dug our own graves~s.a.
Shrouds of golden tragedy drape usAs the birds sing the songs of sorrowAn impending doom awaits us againIt is yet another tomorrowThese mountains are the witnessesOf abandoned taciturn streetsThe scents of peril loom the skiesDisaster must not taste so sweetThe waves of shores find no anklesFor them to bring slow reliefThis new beginning regalesBy proffering us our griefThe flora of dawn has forgotten to bloomWisps of winds whisper warningsAnother day weighs upon usIt is, indeed, a good mourning~s.a.
We've imagined a perfect lifeConcocted in our mindThe script has been written All scenes carefully designed Our stories are already plannedWord-by word, day to dayWe've put a movie in placeDirected in our own wayWe're aware that reality differsIt's unintended, brutal, misshapedSo we took to daydreamingAnd carved our own escapesTruly, life does digressIt's got a mind of its ownA storyline has gone to wastePristine ideas overthrownWe never recouped from the diversionLife has commited a treason Spring might blossom upon usYet winter remains our season~s.a.
When we were littleOur mothers used to tellStories of pretty damselsLiving in distressSo we took to understandWhen life seemed blue There's always a fine princeComing to our rescue They never told us howWe never questioned whyThe pauper always neededA prince for her to pacifyIt took us long to realiseWe aren't Snow WhiteAlbeit the same adversariesWe get no royal respiteOur shoes must fit perfect They can't slip off our feetWe've got to run our raceThere's no time to sit and weepNo stroke of luck, no magic wandsNo godmothers to set our sailsThere's no guarantee of happy endingsOur lives aren't fairytales~s.a.
The world isn't a shattered placeIt's much different from what we thinkIt's made into smaller fragmentsEach one interlinkedI like to think of it asOne big broken pieceSo that we can find our waysWith a little more ease And,perhaps just like this worldOur hearts are segmented too So that you can find the part That's meant to fit with you~s.a
We're all warehouses of emotions With heavily guarded iron gatesEver-increasing our fortified wallsWe shield our fragile estatesWe've locked up our feelings for goodSince we could never set them freeThe world didn't have a use for themSo we also threw the keys But even the strongest of the merlonsNo matter how hugeCould only hold up our weights so muchBefore they drowned us in our own delugeWe forgot to drain out the storageAnd it filled to its brimWe sunk down to the rock bottomBecause we never learnt to swim~s.a
Dear, I'm penning this letter tonightBut the address isn't filledSo that it might wander aroundAnd find where its meant to fitThe paper has my wishes inscribedOf hopes, wants and other thingsFor if the cover ever chooses to flyMy dreams might gain their wingsIt's safe inside this envelopeThat wafts along with the breeze Slipping into crevices often It'll carry all that it can seizeI know the perils that lurk outsideAnd the envelope might get stuckSo I'm sprinkling into itSome stardust and a little luck!As the envelope finds it wayAcross the seven seas,I hope its tour continuesAnd my dreams won't ever ceaseNow I'm sealing this envelopeFor it must commence its journeyBut if you ever manage to find itKnow that it was me~s.a.
Maybe our life is just a mazeWe're trying to navigate throughEntwined with hurdles on the wayWe encounter out of the blueWe often reach the same spotWhile searching our way outThey call it 'coming full circle'Perhaps that's what life is aboutOur only compass is our heartThat's powered by our mindsShowing us the pathways toDoors that are hard to findThere isn't any concrete mapBut life does offer us some hintsIt's important to catch them in timeFor they're the keys to this labyrinth~s.a.
Someone once asked me"What's your biggest fear?"And I told her it was getting lostAmongst 7 billion people of this sphereIt's easy to get concealedAs the world increases its paceFor I feel like I'm in a marathonJust about to lose this raceIt's hard to keep up at timesWhen there's so much that I don't knowI'm scared of getting walked overTrampled before I get to growEveryone's swimming ahead of meAs I struggle to keep aloftI'll drown to the bottom of this oceanAnd I'm afraid I'll get lost~s.a.
Silver Light Shadows
Silver light shadows,A million mirrors,Afraid to look at them,As destiny shivers,At the edge of a dark day,How quickly we falter,When the warmth of day dreaming,Meets life's cold water,Myriad blue sunsets,Fires in the sky,Tonight we feast,For tomorrow we die,In the dawning of fortune,We give way to our sins,In a barrage of bullets,We end before we begin.©foreverseptember
Miss You (Eternally Broken)
I miss every aspect,Every story and shade,Every single moment,That we ever made,This goodbye was certain,But certainly so cruel,From a child, uncertain,I put my trust in you,You would never let me down,I never got a chance to say,How much you meant to me,Before you went away,If forever was a distant song,I'd learn to play it loud,If it meant I could reach you,On some imaginary cloud,Harps, and wings are symbols of,How soon we lose our time,But some of us won't let go,Of the most illusive signs,Maybe on some turn of chance,I'll find a life, again,But even then I'll miss you more,Than a flower misses rain.©foreverseptember
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I have mood poisoning. Must be something I hate.© Fatty.
All that is divine,Can never be contained,Or held in trinket boxes,Personalised by name,The breath that flows within you,The thoughts within your mind,A glance from a distant window,Over the ambience of time,All we think we own,Was never ours to keep,From daydreams in the morning,To fantasies of sleep,The presence you assume,The position you uphold,Are already tales of yesterday,For tomorrow's never old.©foreverseptember
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She's happy-go-lucky, seldom forlornHer sign is the lion, she's Leo bornShe loves cats and dark chocolate, but perhaps not together She likes when it's warm out, with sun-shiny weather But wait - then again, she loves a good storm!With lightning and thunder, while at home, safe and warm She's familiar with dragons and fairy faeShe loves when the fireflies come out to play The world is her playground, all people - new friends She loves a good book, but can't stand when it ends Desserts are her favorite, and all kinds of food Most oft, if you see her, she's in a good mood Her hubby is handsome, her kids are quite grandShe's not one for structure, so she leaves things unplanned Sometimes she's a rebel, but just now and thenCase in point, this here penning, has more lines than 10.©Carolyn Glackin 7/14/2021
The Night's Curse
Down the Western Gates,as the Sun bids adieuTo a weeping sky, which bloodied orange- purple turns a darker blue.Awakens from her slumber, The Mistress of the Moon,Her enchanting beauty makes The Night Prince swoon.Fog, mist and deep black smokeFollow her jewelled, glittering, dark feathered, ruby cloak.As she softly serenades down the bridge, across the Midnight Trail,Her magic pulls Earth into sleep's soft veil.Her twinkling eyes, cast shadows and play a cruel game,As the stars seek the furtive glances of the Midnight Dame.She makes the stars on her fingertips, softly dance.And sends the mightiest into an endless trance.She steals lovers' gentle kisses,As the dazed moon around her softly paces.She sends some minds into a frightening, maddening muddle,While leaving others with sweetest fantasies to hug and cuddle.Up the hill, down the bridge, across the 7 seas, Through heavens and hell,She finally reaches the end of the Trail.She closes her eyes, waits for the Moon's embrace,Alas She stands shackled and her eyes blindfolded,As yet again the Sun wins the eternal race.The Moon's lips sigh a sorry goodbyeAs he closes his eyes and is forced to rest.She begs the heavens for a solitary boon,And sings in soft, mellow tune"Across the western gates,today, I wish the Sun sets soon"Cursed to hide in plain sight,As Slips into deep slumberThe Sole Maiden of the NightFor when dawn crackles, its not the golden lark you hear,It's the desperate plea of the Black Beauty, dear.- Sara
Self Expression Costs
Haven't you noticed how,Self expression has a price,Whether it be in reputation,Or the consequences for a life?There's certainly no way,You get to say your piece for free,Without it being badly twisted,In propaganda's blame machines,I could write of scented roses,But the smell of false opinion,Would outgrow any other,In a cataclysmic schism,So, no wonder we keep tight lipped,Only hinting at the truth,Of how you're surely judged,Before there's one ounce of proof.©foreverseptember
I have found a ValleyBetween Mountains made of liesMy misery craves companyBut none here do I findGrotesque light shines in the ValleyNowhere left to hideNow I am in the shadowOf the death of my disguiseSurely I'm aloneFrom the Valley some have climbedBut in the Valley I've found bonesOf those who never triedI know the Valley deepI know the Valley wideI know the path to freedomI know the truth's my only guideDeceit it weighs me downDefeat is on my sideSo I must leave the ValleyOr in the Valley shall I dieAt the top of that mountainThere's a place I can resideFor my tongue I must resignWith my feet I must decide
Please let this life mean something,I'm already wrapped in stone,Looking at a future where,I'm dying all alone,God knew me in my younger days,Methodist, and proud,But time eroded all my faith,Until life became my shroud,I'm more desperate than dutiful,More afraid than adamant,Does anyone else subscribe to this,Or is this a pointless rant?I can't lift from this malady,It's a fog that has such weight,That I'm immobile in my tracks,Knowing I've realised too late.©foreverseptember
My dreams fly high, Above the sky. I am a kid without wings, To whom the whole world sings. When the end would seem nigh,You will be left with nowhere to cry. They say the eyes of a boy like me, Are meant to see the ordinary. It is upto me to prove them wrong, As I go about writing my song. It becomes important to keep the mind free, Of white noise from those who disagree. They say my shoulders don't have the power, To carry along my dreams' tower. Their words hit like a brick wall, Through which I back my dreams to crawl. With help of blessings loved ones shower, Pushing me through a bad hour. The people try hard to pull me down, They make me look like a clown. My dreams find residence in my heart, No rejections can do us apart. So laugh all you want while I sport a frown, But rest assured my dreams won't drown. ©srinjay