Poetry

This seasons letter

An everlasting moment.
I embrace it all to my hearts content.
I’d never miss or forget the past.
I’d never fear the future or what’s to last.
Changing love like seasons.
Still standing; an unchanged persona, that’s me!
Life’s free, probably not real.
Celebrate tomorrow as if it’s an eternal opportunity.
An opportunity to live like something that isn’t forever.
Short moments of bliss.
As soft as this seasons kiss.
I breathe out today, awaiting a new tomorrow.
As twisted as life may be.
Love let’s it be.

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Unread queries

I just wonder if when you created this game, had you ever thought of its players?

Was it just about adding as many complicated layers.

Your selfishly coded layers, defining the roles of all players.

Keeps you entertained doesn’t it? Created dynamic only for your eyes.

You don’t care about the glitch in their eyes!

What were you thinking?

Did you think I would leave no queries because I am sinking?

My vulnerability of never feeling loved,

would leave me your devoted puppet leaving nothing about myself discovered.

You leave me no answer, just me and myself alone to debate

on the clouds of dreams you left me to create.

I don’t know who I am anymore.

Just a little pawn on a chessboard, not played with anymore.

Thrown into the abyss in a black and white frame.

Leaving no power onto me to mastermind my own game.

Constructing my own ruin by following this mainstream behaviour,

Once again I plead for a saviour….

Wake up! You need saving from yourself

To break off from a society that stacked you up like a defect on its shelf. 

I wish a tale onto you, one you have coded for yourself

A tale with many shades of colours to tell.

Filled with your own wins and fails.

The only query you have to mail

Is one to your heart, to set you on a journey to your peace and self-discovery.

To live a life on the basis of your own commentary.

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The hunted’s roar

My heart races faster than I can run, I’m left alone afraid and confined to a cage.
Is this the next big plague.
Last time I checked, I was not in your food chain nor was i a trophy for you to claim.
You claim my horns as your trophy, you couldn’t be good enough to win a real one.
Sat on a couch made from my fur, adorned with my fellow mates corpses, you look into a mirror which reflects no conscience.
You stole a prides king, stripped a mother’s cloak off, clipped an Angel’s wings and sawed off a families horns.
All for your sinning eyes.
Call them ornamental, the latest craze at fashion week, you pay an arm and a leg to wear the dead.
The rain will wash away my blood from your hands but never this sin.
Don’t try to win ownership of me, that fine print on paper; paper you made from my home, won’t be fine enough as the dust your fire will turn into.
I ended up at carnival with you trying to tame me, look at you being an untamed animal.
You caged me up and fed me dust, just to entertain spoilt kids, what about my kids you tore me away from.
My fellow ring mates dress up like clowns
, it’s funny how you don’t need to dress to be one.
Whilst you chain me down for my next act, you better put your act together.
Our sounds vary from high to low, such fine tuning. Your screeching and hysterical screaming in my ears sounds like music played at a scavengers dinner party.
I’m no sacrificial bargain, sacrifice the ego that you fed yourself to grow.
What’s bravery to you is just cowardness on my turf, just wait and watch when mother nature makes the tables turn.
Hear my roar, feel my growls spiking up your spine, watch my wings soar across your fire, my stomps, my grips…what’s just an animal to you, is a warrior for this earth, our queen!
You may kill and burn my home but you won’t burn my fire..my fire compared to your ash.
Watch how the game can turn in a flash.
I know what desolation feels like and I don’t wish you the same plight.
As evil as you’ve been to me, what’s just an animal to you is more forgiving as you could ever be.
But hear me now when I say…
As you keep walking, walking on this burning ground, the hunter will become the hunted..

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Tick Tock

Leaves blew whilst time flew.
Tick tock tick tock.
I could hear the birds flock.
Stumbling upon the leaves that flew right past me.
Reminded me of the seconds that had just passed.
And with every step taken forth.
The leaves trail in sync.
As the leaves fly by, the seconds of my life tick by.
I anticipated the future steps and pondered upon the past steps.
All in excitement, sometimes in frustration.
Like a repetitive song between before and after.
My breaths were only counted by steps behind and ahead.
Such moments wasted on time.
Tick tock tick tock.
My breaths wasted on a clock.
The flock of birds have already flown by.
I was too occupied to say hi.

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Broken

Curled up all alone.
Whispers bouncing back to myself.
Billions of dreams stacked up on my tall shelf.
My broken ladder representing my fractured identity.
Breath after breath, tear after tear
Fallen to the barren ground engulfed in my fear.
My validation; only counted by stacks of paper like I’m something being sold.
Fitting in? not for me, still stuck in the circle’s mold.
It pains so much, the heated anxious sweats now feel like numbing cold burns.
Deep in the pits, my brain never fits.
My emotions threw fists.
My heart is on a blitz
All I ever wanted was your happiness.
I am hopeless.
Come caress…
my broken heart…please.
I just want your attention.
To see with my eyes, the love you say you have for me.
Dont let me down.
That’s something I can only do.
Dont let me down.
It’s something I’ve never intended to do…

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Her melting crown

Fractal by fractal, my guard crumbles down.
My last defences may cause you to drown to a past tense.
My numbing cold burns fail to burn your ego.
Just as your efforts fail to work.
All that’s left to do is walk.
Walk into an unseen future.
Chip after chip. Break after break, my crown collapses.
Swish swosh. Drop after drop, my tears flood the oceans.
My fall signals the fall of all things moral.
Your toxicity run through my veins and coral.
Your actions melt my crown and burn my diaphragm.
Simultaneously you lost your breath as you ran.
Dethroned by her own people.
Was this the prophecy of a ruined kingdom?
Laid to wander like your nightmare’s phantom.
Could we turn back the sun dial to a time less vile?
Maybe forward to the future, perhaps hope sprung eternal.
If dreams could manifest into reality.
Dream catcher let your guard down.
Some dream for a better me
Let them dream, let them manifest.
Let them make this place better.
Till then the clock strikes close to terror.

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Sunflower road

Sunflowers bloom through a whimsical wrinkle.
Growing inbetween my fickle face.
Trying to cruise at a simple pase.
Passing by the rat race.
Going smoothly; the clouds pass by hesitantly.
Still is my mind; the rays of the sun and the moon keep blessing me.
As my worlds stand in stillness.
The world is running frivolous.
Tracking my foot steps with a magnifying glass, my problems follow step by step.
I turn around offering them a pleasant ride.
I wear them on me with pride.
They’re the founders of my kingdom.
One day I seek to live my dreams.
For now I’ll walk on my slow sunflower road.
Look how conscious my mind has grown.
Look how much love my heart has shown.
Look how much energy my soul has thrown
Look how many sunflowers my road has sown.
Look…

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Thank you, from the bottom of my roots.

I give thanks to who I am,
to who I was and to who I am to be.
Good or bad.
Happy or sad.
These emotions made up my branches.
I turned over many leaves, grew different from the other trees.
I’ve become a bold tree, twisted twigs unlike the ordinary.
That of which my roots support proudly.
My emotions sizzle into earthly scented aromatics.
Paying gratuity to life’s antics.
A feast for life, a dance to celebrate my perfect defects.
And as time gallops forth, I reflect.
This year’s tree ring reflects my bold and beautiful memories.
The snowflakes adorn my leaves; life repays in simple ways.
I opened my branches up to the sky to receive its presents.
Small or large, I am eternally grateful.
I’ve changed through the seasons; I give thanks to change.
I’ve embraced you even through winter.
As icy as life had gotten, change gave me a chance to be grateful for every problem.
I gave back to my fellow trees; different or not, it never mattered to me.
Sunshine and moonlight peeked through my leaves every day, even when wilted they illuminated me.
Lastly my thriving roots, my soul, the ocean that houses my every heartbeat.
You’ve given me time to seek.
From seed to root, from root to twig.
No thanks can ever be that big.
My greatest thanks is to life, my all giving euphoric journey.

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Dont disappear

With a mind racing faster than the speed of light, you feel overwhelmed
The tears choke you as you try to take a breath and you question
How did I get here?
Your blame reaches far and wide
Your blame reaches near and deep
And when you stop blaming, you start hurting
Till you feel numb

You make a choice
Do I live
Or do I not

Fast forward
You live
The universe brings you your people
Angels smile on you
It’s a tough road but the support overwhelms you
You learn to love yourself
You learn how much you mean
You stretch out your hands to help out the next you..

Rewind
You die

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Lucid trips to you

Traveling back and forth for what seems to be a wasted cause.
All of the clocks hit pause.
Why only for you?
I cant remember when or if I left part of me there.
From dream land I awake, it feels like my mind has been crumbled by an earthquake.
Could it be this desolation; or a want for some change.
You make my normal feel strange.
Do you need my help or do I need yours.
You take the words right from my mind and turn them into gold.
I could have done the same but your version is more worth being told.
I’ll listen whole heartedly.
Which corners of space did I fold to repeat these visits day by day.
Have we become the same.
I’ve learnt about coincidences but not as many as these, NO.
Can I fly away to a place other than yours.
Darlin’ our places in this world are like water and fire..dont try mixing.
Flying inbetween an empty space but still nothing comes close to the emptiness your eyes show.
Take life a little slow..
Life repeats itself like up and down and then down and up.
You keep scribbling down gold with a frown.
While I keep chasing down a broken crown.
We both keep blazing through mazes to find our place here.
…so, do you need my help or do I need yours?
I’m tired of flying back and forth for a wasted cause.

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Raze the maze

Isolated in a labyrinth; created by myself.
Here lay the prisms of my dark sides, trapped like the Minotaur.
Back on the ‘real side’ displayed as the good and soft kid; you never heard me roar.
Never saw fire because my eyes always gazed down at the floor.
I’ve hidden here so well in my labyrinth.
No espace from the maze.
I’m holding up the strings weaving them into entanglement.
How long have I been wearing this blur face.
How long will I keep these fake smiles in place.
How will you know me? how will you feel me?
…If my shadows are in prison.
My shadows are not monsters, so why have I called Theseus.
Hold on still; you there, you in the mirror.
I’ll untangle the chains.
Settle the pains.
Shift to new lanes.
Usher in new rains.
Nurture you from what little remains.
I’ll walk with my shadows balancing on the moonlight.
Rise with the owls and sing with the stars.
Long till the nights stay, my shadows and lights play.

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Unbound pages

Can you see through my citrus eyes, do you see how often they cry?
Can you see through time because you ring up my chimes at all the right times.

I’m feeling love and pain all at once.
Holding in nothing but my tears.
Your voice’s breeze whispers through my window, dancing along with all of my wind chimes.
Singing your peacful melody; my remedy.
Trying to flow through all of my minds mess…

Ever since a certain day, my mind has constructed a library.
Uncatalogued and unread.
I’ve been trying to connect pages to emotions.
Thought after thought, Spinning into heavy rotations.
Ink to page, page after page; I’m setting my passion ablaze.

I feel a little quartzy, the rose kind.
I’ve been dreaming on a bed of moon stone.
Cataloging my library one book at a time.
The doors are wide open, have a seat in my library.
Let’s write a few rhymes and dance to the chimes.

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A misfit’s legacy

Does your heart still beat.
Does your soul burn from the heat when you look.
Smoked are your eyes from seeing the truth.
Are you happier today than you were yesterday.
or are the needles of time stuck at an unhappy moment,
such that every breath, feels like an eternal dying moment.
Are you progressing or confessing.
Do you stand in front of your own truth whilst a fake reality stabs you in the back.
Are you ready to get back on that track or are you going to derail the track. 
Can you lock eyes with your own face and say to yourself;”you’re all i’ve ever wanted.” 
What sets a want  from a need
is what sets greed from a plead.
A plead from yourself, begging to be needed.
Does your heart beat to be still or beat to be killed.

Dont let the world kill you, just be a still white dove up above a blaze of chaos.
At the end of the war with ourselves, we dont die to die; we die to rest.
We’re ready to fight for ourselves and our worth.
We’re ready to fight for them and their worth.
At our lifetime’s end, life should feel worth all the pain.
Our legacy should be one the world was proud to gain.

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A Bite Of Anger

The anger slips and falls. Words I cant take back and actions I cant undo. Your voice automatically clenches my fists. Your face lights a fire within and the smoke chokes out my tears. POISON, did you create it or did I? It doesn’t matter now; everything is fading. The blackness engulfs till our next.

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Lament of the poet

Silent little talks with myself.
Confiding within, for help.
One too many; my stories fly page after page.
Ink blocks and heart’s locked, so many cry like me.
So many words have been casted on paper, most of them shared with the world.
Why does no one listen…
Feels like I’m sharing my heart with you; my tears and my fears, through my words.
Does anyone feel me….or is it just wasted ink?
Pages and pages, down the bin
How many hearts have you won?
Does the world ever listen.
Has the poet risen.
The ink has dried away.
Why can’t this poet walk away…

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‘The simpletons’

When I was younger, I wanted to be a pilot.
I guess in metaphorical words, I just simply wanted to fly.
Down here was so busy and lonely, Maybe up in the sky, life wouldn’t be so dry.
My family and I; nobody really thought we could fly.
Maybe one day, I thought, I could make us all fly.
The quiet ones, the average simpletons, looked at the world like no one else.
Although many cast shadows upon them; they always cared to share their light.
It’s a journey, not our plight.
Patiently awaiting our flight.
We’re not passengers, we’re captains.
And when we fly, you may never know.
What’s happiness to us may not be the same for the world.
I guess that’s why we never fitted in;
happily so.
I feel my feet slowly leaving the ground…

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Mirror

I searched for myself in everyone’s mirror.
My eyes were like mirrors to them.
Reflections of myself changed as I looked into new eyes.
I saw the world.
How do my eyes see me…
I covered mine up and saw it all.
The more I dwelled inward, the more strange became the outward.
Every breath changes the image on the big black mirror beneath my closed eyes.
Piercing through every fear.
Living ‘blindly’ made everything much more clear.

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Nameless bliss

Holding all of my faith in you; a tiny dot up in the sky.
These days are lonesome, nobody can understand me, but you.
A nameless light, that’s been with me throughout my whole life.
Some call it GOD, some call it the sun and others say divine light.
Inside of me, you’ve created a home; at the center of my heart.
And you pull me together on days when I fall apart.
I thank you, for when the days are blue; I got you…

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Your Truth

Are you walking a path that you were born to walk in.
Or are you walking with the ones who look ‘cool’.
Have you fogged up your identity, too far from reality.
A triangle trying to be a square.
Why cant you appreciate all three sides of you.
This mind, this body, this soul…its all your OWN.
It doesn’t matter if you have to walk alone; walk with your head up high.
You cover up who you are with a lie and then another.
You dont even recall making that lie, sometimes those lies are made for you.
Open your eyes to your own truth and not someone else’s.
You are different from the other and every other is different from another.
Now take off the cover.
Who are you now?

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Timeless

When I was young
I laughed from my belly
Cycled till my legs were sore
And rambled on with my curious questions
When I was young
I met some people
I tried to fit in
I tried to be a different me
When I was old
I met some people
I did fit in
I started to learn what it’s like to really be me
When I was old
I realised I’m not like them
So I cried and hurt myself
Till I felt no more
Now I’m timeless, I still hurt but I also laugh from my belly.

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Take And Stay

Drowning inside this frozen lake.
Take my fears and stay with me, my tears.
I think I’m floating dead inside.
Take my pain, stay with me my tears.
I think I’m reaching a survivor’s temperature.
Take my tears and leave me in my sweat.
I think the sweat has dried away from my chest.
Take my sweat and stay with me, my breath.

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Living behind pages

He flung the pages up into the sky,
like ashes in the wind.
The stories he told were all nothing but dreams.
Reality to him was like a closed book
His mind swallowed him in, leaving him as dead as a fish on a hook.
Living behind pages that sometimes looked like cages.
He had nothing to his name, all but wasted fame.
Story after story.
He couldn’t put pen to paper to write his own story.
One day he got sucked up by one of his stories.
The story of the man who left without saying goodbye.

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