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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EMPATH SPEECH

 Just a mere spill after the void took over control.Some readers could relate to the dynamic shift from silence to violence not in action but words.

 

What type of words are left from me to bleed in paper again

Where did it got wrong it's just I don’t know about it anyway?

The art of hiding began after search of light in the lighthouse

But alas it was burned to ashes just left with reminance of a thought to share

 

Why is it that its only my job to remember, understand and make you comfortable?

While for you all it taken and guarantee you blantly tell you don’t want to know and ask just share it

If it was only for the sentence to be formed Why would I tell you? I want to be understood not heard

I also want the priority which I give not taken as guarantee

 

The rage and anger which shadows and wear's a mask are destructive

It lashes out suddenly even during unexpected time yearning for understanding

A small thing also can be a great deal for someone why won't you understand

A vague word understand stands only in my dictionary while for others it’s a vanished word

 

At the end I want you to be curious and let your desire to understand me

But alas that’s only in my dictionary I should only understand that it's your trauma that makes you like this

Also, what about trauma you will induce to me after all this

I still don’t know what words are left from me to bleed in paper again

 

Img: The fusion of colors denoting expression with art.

Text: Empathic tale

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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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ETHEREAL LOVE

 A very odd way to reminisce and collect memory of soul's, dripping with honey.The softness and brightness as sun and moon.A verbal representation that locks tales to sail reaching the traveler ships and sea.

The love everyone describes

Confuses me! when it's my turn

For me this word has a different view

I don’t search for physical, emotional romance

 

This is very difficult to tell

But promise me, you won't judge first

I don’t love like the other do

I have a different taste in it

 

I love everyone randomly

I know it's pretty odd to tell

Now, you may tell it's the love for dear ones

Or for the closed ones, NO! I would say.

 

It’s the same love how you portray

But in a different way

I love many things different way

Many times, I exist and sway

 

I’ll begin, I love the way someone moves,

The way they smile, laugh, speech and so on

It’s the love not like but for temporary period

I exist as their lovers playing the guitar cord

 

I don’t care about the gender at a moment then

I just hide myself using a fan

I hide my expression while living the moment

But when it arrives its only expressed faintly

It's an odd love I would say

I cry with their tears

laugh with their joy

At the moment I love dearly

 

Despite being a stranger

I connect internally deeply

After the moment passes out

Neither they remember nor me

 

I just feel them from afar

Than leaving while closing the bar

I capture the moment in my heart

They never know I created this art

Img: Branches carrying childrens representing innocent love

Text: Artistic people in life

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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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PIN DROP SILENCE

 I have no words to speak for silence.The coiled up point when the snake bites it’s own tale.The answer asked  in the void echoes within.Then the tired and lethargic point arrives before old age and structure makes up the character.A mere question sticks until it vanishes  to give birth to new ones.The ultimate escape is the death of the question.The lost of interest and tired point will come in the surface to float.The words are very simple and plain but the expression is huge hidden within each words which isn't represented vaguely to express but only felt.

 Smear the silence in the mirror

It won't answer

Express the silence to the nature

It won’t respond

 

Scream your silence in the air

It will bypass

Ripple your silence in the pond

It remains still

Speak about silence to the fire

It keeps burning

It's about you to realize, understand

Silence is prolonged

 

The cure for the problem is

To deal silently

World where you will never be heard

Stop expecting it

 

Forget the mercy and live ahead

Live life ahead

As all are deaden and silent

Can't you see

Img: It represent's the silent stare to question the void and silence with messy hair.Ocean blue eyes with thoughts intensity.

Text:It's the question for silence

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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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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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