CHANGE IN SEASON

Seasonal thoughts  once in a while.

In the morning

When someone is yearning

In the noon time

When someone is mourning

 

The struggle exists

In the gloomy mists

The reminisce past

U never know it will last 

Nobody could understand

The crops of your suffering land

But see it with another perspective

Are you sure they did it knowingly

 

I would say I predict nobody knowing hurts

But something their product of environment do say

It's difficult to forgive and forgot

As the time ticks I am coming closer to grave

Img: Different seasons

Text:Thoughts are like seasons

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ARTISANRY FADING

 

A minor expression of a glimpse of frustration in the ocean of life.The higher expectation and need to solve life more than experience or live for a certain stage.

I realize it was never me who was good

It was because I was in the crowd

It never crossed my mind that I would realize

Until now I was dreaming eyes closed

 

I realized today what the word average means

I am not blaming the times have designed me

But the forever hustle and bustle to be successful

Is very tiring I can't give a try

 

The destiny and time have designed me

Why me? why situation plays rewind?

Be it skill or jill or rhyme

I have no words left to ease or soothe

 

I can dance, sing, write, poems and draw

But the price is being average everywhere

Even in studies or daily works I am forever struggling

What will I do? How will it shape me?

 

I am given boon just for it be snatched with me

I don’t need anything new let me live in cracks

When I will shape one other will fall

Nothing will improve but a perfect hamster cycle

Did I ask more? How much? since when?

I have nothing left but time ticking to be used predetermined

Who shall I face? The young girl, the little me?

Nothing will improve but a perfect hamster cycle

How will you explain to her?

 

Why set dreams or hopes which cannot be fulfilled

You are the sinner to raise hopes

I hope for your despair from my heart

I mean it I swear

 

jill: youthful

Img: Hamster cycle

Text: Pebbles in the ocean called life

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WORK, LIFE, LIVING CYCLE

The normal explanation of work life cycle with complex structured existing and living history.Everyone has different experiences the difficulty also struggle with hobbies and creativity with responsibility.Hope you all won't drift in the sea but survive the chaos of life and skill.A comfort place to share and live remember me in those days I will root for you if you wish.

When the struggle of imaginative soul trapped in a day to day

work life living

There were changes in the hustle bustle of the mind and the restless heart's believing

The scenarios which were questioned and pretty much confused suddenly started to pop up miraculously

The heart settled in the most but still the body continues to work life sadly

 

The imagination to change paths with trapped time just began to leap work and grow

The heart imagined if there's time than the work could began to rise from low

Then the soul could live in the times of fantasy and enjoy the deep sleep

But still the soul is existing how much can the society keep on just ripping

Again, the second wave of imagination starts to begin just in-case the works not published

Then there can be an honorable time when the poetry and writing take a twist

They get burned down along the poet and author being honored along their limited time list

At least the poet can feel grand and happy when elements honor the writing wished

 

But still I question the society please let the poet, author, and writer live at least

Just let them be free and creative it's a lot for them and live over existing

When the struggle of imaginative soul trapped in a day to day work, life, living

The heart settled in the most but still the body continues to work life sadly

Img: The sea of work life 

Text: Between living and existing

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LIFE OF MY DREAM

  This poem is dedicated to LUCIE who is the muse of this poem highlighting warmth of living.

The dream of my life! I feel alive!

The splendid adventure as sweet as honey

I could never say, I couldn’t dream with my eyes wide

How lucky am I to receive warmth with happy cries?

 

Here I am all I could see is my lovely success

A beautiful career, lovely family a place called home and

The love of my life! The dream and hope my boyfriend

I have everything for myself holding all of it together

How blessed can I be as I can hold everyone together

The warmth of their hugs, the softness and it’s breeze

The sweet view framed with time as it’s beauty shines

The travels and tours with warmth and joy

 

A piece or a part of me is treasured with smiles

This splendid, sweetness I am eager to know what’s ahead

The country of love gifted me the man of my dream

How affectionate, loyal, sweet and many more I see

 

All I can say is “Je t’aime” to all of my life’s members

Who stands not as character but as my strength and love

How happy can a person be you should see me!

I’m physically and emotionally in every way fully filled

Img: Love for family and love of life

Text: The happy life of success

Suggested by: LUCIE

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PERPLEXITY

 

The confusion of existence and it's frequent search of meaning is exhausting.Everything is a perspective and a new angle to view?Have anyone really found a common point with different perspective?It's like the tale switches:When a hero speaks or a villain the right and wrong is a perspective.It's just a point of view of my own still speaking from a perspective.

As the entangled state of perplexity grows it's difficult to understand or go with the flow.The relearning to unwind the climber plant and escape.The thought takes time to understand and come alive.

I want to secure my foot,

Because I fear uncertainty

I want a place, to stay!

Because I want permanency

 

I don’t want to just roam

Because it doesn’t have a destiny

I want to stay as roots

Because I need a place

 

I want to free myself

But I fear uncertainty

I don’t want to trust

Because they lie certainly

I don’t want to trust

Because it drifts with perspective

I want my soul's leash

Because I fear uncertainty

Img: Papers flying around representing the confusion within a dim atmosphere 

Text:Perspective or point of view

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ABSUDIAM

The ironic view of life as a game is viewed by sensing patterns and lifestyles.It's a point of view expressing the constant similarities which needs to be questioned?The odd law of nature hides riddles of questions beneath, found in the hands of seeker chosen to peek and leave different odor of existence.

I know nothing cause life is a game

I was never told everything not even once

I was lied and will forever be lied

Everything exists only due to masquerade

 

Due to fate and destiny ones succeed

It means I don’t know what's best

I mean what's deserving may not get

Because it is written predetermined with fate

 

It's wrong to bind in shackles and call freedom

What rumors or noises did you filled within me

For what have I become like this

It's you! you! and only you who bewitched me

U don’t even have the courage to tell the truth

Finally, you are glad I am filling paper of sin

How much will I get burned till I could be cooked again

Molded so you could carve me and laugh at the sight

 

The game was of thrones and places

I never compete I never expected the seat

It's yours I am not your opponent or followers

Just release me free from the shackles that bind

 

My soul dreams for the freedom which it doesn’t knows about

I guess it's just tired needs to be recharged

To be moved like a robot forever

Still in a cover it wishes to know what's freedom?

Img: A girl standing in front of a door with neon blue light consisting time frame and clouds to express game setting. 

Text:Life as a game

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MY SOUL'S LOVER

 

Written when the reform and reshaping of self just began.The trails of the darkness resulting the awakening sun with handful of experience waiting to shine bright.The small creep of the open door yearning for self existence and its recognition.It illustrates the beauty of every individual if they care to at least, peep themself thorough cracks!same way they expect themselves to be perfect, unique or stand out.It's the self realisation and self-love with it's value and importance for growth and understanding one self.The expressive hidden emotion who isn't regarded and hidden waiting to break through doubts and form belives.It concludes you are special in your own way your determine your value and grace with your words and action for yourself.

 

My life is so romantic

When I know how to love myself

I can feel the fire

When my heart yearns for its touch

 

I can touch the warmth

That's all I need its already enough

Then I know the inner me

I learned how to treat myself well

 

I smile a lot currently

Reminiscing the giggling and laughter it plays

The scenatic beauty of self-love

Is still ideally my romantic interest forever?

I love my laughter a lot

The child within me hugs me tightly

The inner me present along

Cuddles me with warmth and believe brightly

 

I melt, softly and diligently

Unsure how-to response very lovely sweetly

The continuously courtesy and decency

Hoping for them to always be with me

IMG BY: Plainndaa Ангелина

Img:  A girl feeling the breeze with open hands with a yellow toned nature

Text: A poem about self love and acceptance

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SILENCE

This Quote is about the hardness and difficulties in the path of progress which shapes in the form of fibers to yarn with struggles to get tighten up with schedules of life.It is a mixed representation of life with the comparison of the yarns formation.To form a single yarn with colors and a furnished one it takes effort and time.The same way you will grow with time and experience.It also reminds the point to learn to analyse and think about your progress and trust within the process.The silence of the grave is the way you learn to analyse details in silence.The troubles and turbulance swirling to create a single yarn who is you!.It's only you waiting for you!.

AS SILENTLY AS THE GRAVE THE TURBULENT LEADS TO THE SPINNING FIBERS INTO YARN

 

IMG BY: Lonneke v Breukelen

Basically this img potrays the growth of a small pupa to the adult in poetry we say: The star's and wings you see today was born from the same me: who was trampled in the ground.I learned to pick myself so I was able to see the new.It's easier to be said then to be done.The same silence I gulped has paved  the path which flares my light ahead.Did I ever expected this?NO ! I never imagined I could even see it.

IMG BY:Tanu

Img:  The change of butterfly from pupa to adult

           A girl staring in the balcony

Text: A quote about struggle to success

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VEILSCAPE AND FAUXSCAPE

It was written on a gloomy day when trials of self-existence and its unwelcomed gesture of truth started to display. The way my mind works is confusing. Have I ever imagined myself as my own, or am I still learning about my existence? Partially speaking, Do I exist? I am unaware of my speech. My actions are mine. A puppet who is writing just because a skill exists with no use or value. What is my value? My worth?My existence reason? Am I immortal or mortal? Are the speeches I speak really mine? If it is true, then why do I change with emotion and speak sometimes against my will? I am still searching for things that are or aren't concerned about mine.

 

It is shocking to know the soul I call mine was never once mine

For the string to align with the desire it wished I am just a mere puppet aligned

My skills, hobbies, and characters all remained to remind

The existence of this mere soul has no control from divine

 

The soul that wishes to break the chain free

Is still a part or a bit of the divine?

Though the thoughts, wish, and feelings I consider were found to be never mine

The desire to hold the shackles and become a leader was demised and shut my eyes becoming blind

 

When quantum physics enters the chat

I can mark my story within the prideful hat

And so, the believe in psychology and science

Has led to believe my existence as a lie

 

I still wait for the people and the right time

When someone can come and open the rising eye

Then can I enjoy the lemonade and lime

The beauty is also mysterious hidden within lie

IMG BY: Alexia Anonima

Img:  A girl with guitar attached at the back

Text: A poem about psychological confusions

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SEAS OF LIVING

 

Written to express the melancholy and odd view of life which exist with the beauty just like the day and night forms union to shape this world.The visual imagination of the sea and life when you don't know how to swim.The continuouse process of breathing and taking breaks with air just to rewind and sink in the water again.How many up's and down's will it take to decompose?Was it worthy or worthless.When the wavelength of light reflects with blue or green for me in water while other light reflects in the surface and floats.Can you ask me when I am not the same colored surface as you?I won't understand then definetly!Just become an empath to undestand can't you?

It feels like life is all about surviving the sea

The cycle of drowning will never be like a tea

The hardship settles just for the sand to dissolve and sink's

As I struggle to collect the sand, my soul rink's

 

I breath counted number of breathes and spend searching rest

I collect sands to build my own land my taste

But soon it sinks and leaves my soul to rink

The struggle it forever that’s what makes me think

 

And then people come and say all the time blink!

Blink to survive and feel the beauty in the link

Of the waves, sea's, and their fantasy with your eyes

I don’t know what they want to prove with lies

They say the world is beautiful a lot and true definitely

But only for you to blink! and with change flee

What's the romance that you all see which I cannot

The dual nature of life and living which isn't taught

 

The beauty you claim is a means just to escape

Hiding, creeping, burning, running always with mouth meant to tape

How much can you lie to other and enjoy

Shows the crystal-clear nature of the world just see

IMG BY: Malhotranandni55

Img:  The sea with a girl sitting in springboard

Text: A poem about the vast sea and life

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FLICKERING BULB OF POETRY

Written to express first step of poetry with confusion and existential crisis.It's a very solo and individual expression in this poem particularly.It speaks about my first step about writing.Initially I never imagined I would share my writings honestly.I prefered rather to keep it till my death and let's see where will it reach or thought I would burn it.Still I was happy, even if it would get burned atleast it existed in the form of ashes and swirls in an energy form was my thought.I never thought my writings had a value.The chase wasn't for success but for answers.I would never see it's value if I wasn't told to keep it.It's a small piece destined to reach you if you are reading.

I will release my writing

within the count of three

If it would create lightning

I will savor the tea

 

If I fail to succeed and remain with tries

I will seal writings and hide it with disguise

I will keep it safe where it deserves to lie

Hoping after my demise it could reach places high

 

I hope they will be published then, as the book of demised

Not with the hope they might rise

I hope the memories of ashes flies

Just to honor my writings in last tries

It doesn’t matter even if it's not opened

But the mark it remains to exist is stunned

Some points enlisted from the guardships may be gunned

But alas once the ships break there isn’t refund

 

The contrasting point arises when I want to use lighter

Just to burn all the writings and become quitter

I am tired of Pinning points as fighter

The peaceful demise of it is brighter

 

Img by:Seow Yean Hwa

Img:  A girl with a book sitting quitely

Text: A poem about my poem and its overthinking

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