a room dark and obscure
sweet nothings relayed
hoarse voices only heard
from you
...
Everyday seeing, greeting you
Gives me a feeling of distress
The plastic smile, the shallow greeting
is not enough to conceal my utter contempt
...
in the solace of my room
recalling a time
when i was free as a bird,
strong as a mountain
...
In and out of darkness
In and out of sleep
Trying to keep my
hands upon the wheel
...
from the corner of the room
i saw you
smile on your lips piercing
beauty within a hidden beauty
...
I waited patiently for the Lord
He inclined and heard my cry
He brought me up out of the pit
Out of the miry clay
...
you say there is peace,
because nations are prepared for war
love is in the hearts of men,
killing each other to their heart's content
...
why am i writing a poem?
is it because i am much of a romantic?
hopelessly in love with somebody?
or just being me?
...
flowing hair
curved outline
smile beaming on your lips...
heart-shaped face
...
(He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in. this time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.)
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
...
you are a woman of eloquent talent
that oozes with inspiration and encouragement
awakening my slumbering consciousness
and slowly knowing you every day
...
metal sticks and sacks are held
scrounging for something worth
amidst the stench and smoke
emanating in the air
...
Lily
Warm, Protective,
Charming, Caring, Helping,
Fresh, Unappreciated, Adorable, Loyal,
...
as i tread the dust-filled road
i met a vagabond with a load
'be still, take a rest, ' i said
for the day is long ahead
...
The curtains are drawn
Now the fire warms the room.
Meanwhile outside
Wind from the north-east chills the air,
...
Can you light a fire in Winter's face
Or say why a life has gone to waste
Pleasure Island was an overcrowded place
...
Stone mirror mountain rises from a low stream
The scent of flowers like an ocean of weeds
I take a boat formed like a long handled sword
The Heavens are vast and the sea is broad
...
i believe there is a poet in every one of us, and our emotions are our poetry. we tend to express these in a variety of ways, and i express mine through writing. i don't consider myself as a poet unlike the famous poets we know and admire. i'm just an individual who releases these myriads of emotions through this medium, so God bless the internet!)
A Sense Of Touch
a room dark and obscure
sweet nothings relayed
hoarse voices only heard
from you
the sense of touch
amazes me
crunch of the bones and flesh
under my skin
as digits wake my veins
i realized
this sweet taste of liquid
gives me respite
releasing my will
and energy to you
inescapable, inconceivable
and true