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

From:journeytopoetry@gmail.com

THOU IN MUSIC

 

Written asume and imagine different flavour's taste's of many peoples with multiple rhythms who expects at times to be recognised or rememberd for there songs and melodies of life.It speaks about beauty of different beats and emotions linked within each peace.A tale of emotion expressed with melody the communication with art.The representation of unique expression and blend of choices.It also speaks about every human I had, or will meet they have there own level of tunes some I understand and feel familiar while for others I try to learn or watch from afar and admire.With fleeting moments and times I'm learning, everyone shapes there own music.

It is a form of art mesmerized with expression

I learned a lot about it drastically with changing tastes

It is based on your individual peculiar preference

My thought drifted magically on the path musical explore

 

Thou use to listen to pop, western and vintage so on

Thou also know about classical and had a taste for it

At a time, thou picked the vintage and soft beats

Thou taste has been fixed within specific classical beats

 

It is a very individual and deep experience

I never imagined thou could feel this way

I'm mesmerized is thou a masterpiece

Existing spectacularly and peacefully everywhere within melody and song

Thou fluctuating choices was always revolving everywhere around

As thou unveiled the hidden emotion which I'm unaware

Thou couldn’t stop self to go with the flow

Thou became a blessing within beauty of beats

IMG BY:CROMI BOY

Img:  A collage of with music inspiration

Text: A poem about musical intrest of individuals

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THOU IN POEM

 

Written to express the beauty of every individuals even apart from the descriptions to create a poem of everyone so you can never tell nobody created a poem about me. It reflects the beauty of words illustrating and paving to grasp the beauty of people like you, but still, it is incomplete because it doesn't match the description. Of course! I could never capture a heavenly being like you NEVER! So I try to shape you with my hands, but alas, I never could. You are the water drop destined to find me ;) So that I could capture you with my camera of poetry and stanzas. You were destined to become my muse. You are the photo frame hanging with hazy faces in my heart. Your beauty isn't even captured by my heart! Now what do I have left to capture you?

Though this look will not remain permanently

It's just for memories to flip, freely

The pages are flipped over to reminisce

The sculpture is made again for betterment

 

A beauty present within the celestial eyes

The eyes shine's as the cosmic star rise

The fluttering lashes blinks for a while

Filled with the flower like beautiful smile

 

As the eyebrow tilts with mystery within

The cheeks blush with smiles like lantern

The hair flutters as the wind teases

The pretty dress is covered with creases

The books thou carry is always a mystery

Sometimes science, philosophy, poems, essays, and history

A quite reserved and silent sea

Splashes waves of emotions just for me

 

The Agave plant is what Thou is

Thou bloomed with patience purity and free

The moments together are short for me

The picture is admiration I 'm lost definitely

 

The definition of surprise is thou definitely

Thou are a poet self-indulging in poetry

Thou describe self with stanzas not words

Picturing self in a frame very beautifully

IMG BY:Mary

Img:  Two individuals making promise with hands representing friendship

Text: A poem for most of the readers

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JUST A RANDOM CONSCIENCE LANTERN

 

Written to express trust and its betrayal, just like the lock and key provided among multiple individuals about secrets. It represents the fragile nature of trust. Who should be trusted? Maybe it is situational or a change with the drift of time. It also expresses the pain of bleeding using papers, unsure and confused whether it will ever see the light or reach the world. The symbolic relation of lock and key expresses loyalty and bonding deeply. It shows that trusted individuals are given keys, but the game begins when you can trust and remain free. Even the bonding of the lock is confined, and it can create fears of uncertainty. It represents the bitter truth about trust and partially about the nature of empathy. It expresses the pain hidden in every action, the minute melancholy is expressed even in great times. It's subsided due to the grand opening ahead, but still, that emotion is also validated.

 

I am inking the paper with poetries

The swift movement of the pen is what remains free

Just like the doves given wings and directions set free

As soon as the autumn sheds tree

 

The pens are dropped, wings are locked within confided locks

Then the days spin, nights ring winter begins

The papers are locked left over in stocks

Every little thing from synchronizing beats are kept in box

 

The change of season is very fast in here

But the emotions are scattered in it is what I fear

The ones who could decode and peek into deep layers

Are the keys I want to hide from I am scared

Just like those keys made Kafka's writing flare

But I'm still confused partially was it in his prayer

It was a piece he didn’t wanted to show hidden in layers

Out there are lots of keys who don’t care

 

 They just want to understand and give hopes isn’t it trespass, won't you fear?

Just because he is dead doesn’t mean your authorized to share his works, I think the soul will bear

Now tones of people will tell me it isn’t right, cause his works flared and is shining bright?

For I am not concerned with his success and fame after life cause I believe there are lots hidden when he was alive

The piercing fate is what lies

No one was there to share his cries

After his death everyone lured and tries

Well it was his dream he could have raised high and fly

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Img:  A girl is a lock in her back with key in hand

Text: A poem about trust issues

From: Admin journeytopoetry@gmail.com