We have witnessed war
It should be no more
What are we even flighting for?
Let’s try to make
the wars no more.
Peace is want we need
it should be for all
presidents shaking hands
No more need for NATO
We have witnessed war
It should be no more
Once upon a simpler time,
When life was light, and youth would chime,
I’d ride the bus through golden days,
Where laughter paved the winding ways.
There was a boy, just first grade small,
His laughter loud, his spirit tall.
Eyes like stars, so wild, so bright,
He turned the bus to sheer delight.
He’d tell his tales with boundless glee,
A living spark and so carefree.
Every chuckle a melody,
He seemed to know life’s sweetest key.
But today I saw that same young face,
Older now, in a different place.
The spark had dimmed, the joy had waned,
His silence spoke of something pained.
And it hit me then, like a wistful sting,
How childhood flies on fleeting wings.
How laughter fades, and colors drain,
When life grows heavy, steeped in pain.
I wondered what had dulled his fire,
What stole his dreams, his heart’s desire?
Could it be the weight we all must bear,
The silent burdens, the world’s cold stare?
To the boy I saw, and the one I knew,
I wish the world could start anew.
For in his eyes, I saw my own,
The fading spark, the joy we’ve known.
Oh, how I miss the days of light,
When dreams took flight, and hearts were bright.
But in the silence I still hope to see,
A flicker of that fire, wild and free.
Always the painter,
never the muse
Always the poet,
never the poem
Always the well,
never the water
Always the heart,
never the blood
Always the palette,
never the paint
Always the clouds,
never the rain.
You ask me, my what’s purpose?
I say, child, what is purpose
but threads of fabrications, lies and manipulations
they’ve made up to tell you that you’re never enough.
I say child, all I need is
a place where four walls do not exist,
where my lungs breathe and do not gasp for air,
I don’t need a label to be attached to
my ambitions.
And if you find somewhere calm,
don’t go looking for this “purpose”,
you’ll end up tattered,
your heart putrid or worse,
dead.
So, let me write my poems
And paint my pictures
Let my well bear water.
My heart filled with blood,
The palette fresh with paint,
And the clouds imbued with rain.
I don’t need a sense of belonging,
Purpose need not come running,
I’m safe. I feel needed. maybe not here,
maybe not there,
but somewhere, someday,
I’ll find peace,
and that’s all one needs.
Misery, oh you sweet betrayal
How you made me succumb to mayhem,
of my own mind
The words so jumbled, I was aghast,
The thoughts couldn’t be put across
I tried, alright? I tried to be strong against,
you and your mighty impetus
But oh you, sweet misery
You make me puke with your anonymity,
the personification of pain,
was a person so strong, they collapsed me,
to nothingness, I was but, aghast
I couldn’t against the mass of my own misery
So I drowned in the poison of my thoughts
I let it reverb and repeat to my ears
They now form a sweet melody
Bittersweet misery, a conniving thing, ain’t you?
Tried to forget us, as if I could
You were everything and more
Fresh cut grass, autumn leaves like brass
I’m sat at our spot again
I remember the crystals falling from the sky
A cold white blanket cementing you and I
Memories behind shattered glass in the back of my mind
I wonder if you’ll come back
If the reason you snapped
Was all because of me?
Could it have gone differently?
there always stands a figure tall and wise
reminding me to eat properly more than thrice
there always stands a mentor cold with his arms folded
reminding me to behave and to do as I’m told
there always stands a warrior strong and bold
who protects and treasures me more than gold
there always stands a friend sweet and naughty
who treasure me more than a lottery
he is someone who is always there to shape you,
save you, drape you, be with you in the hardest times
guiding you with all his might, passing down his ancestral light
someone you’ll avoid sometimes
but yearn for his presence in your life
he is someone who can’t express his love in words
but will get you out of any situation cursed
he will always be with you, guide you, love you, treasure you ,
but once you hit your teens it’s all gone,
once was dad’s little doll, now she doesn’t care at all
can’t recognise his unspeakable emotions,
can’t sense his concerns, can’t consider his contribution and considerations
if you don’t value his tears what is the point of your existence?
and if you are the reason behind his tears
then you living is a disgrace to the collective existence
you should be aware that he is the one who saved you
from your mother’s slap to life’s unavoidable traps
treasure him, once is is gone he’ll never be back
In silent halls where shadows roam,
They drift alone, without a home,
Little souls lost in a world unknown,
Seeking a warmth they’ve never been shown
And they try finding themselves in shadows cast,
Searching for echoes of a forgotten past,
Looking for faces they’ve never met,
Haunted by dreams they can’t forget.
With every step they try to see.
Fragments of who they’re meant to be,
Reaching for hands that never arrive,
Holding their own just to feel alive.
Eyes like windows, deep and wide,
Hiding the tears they bury inside,
They walk through life with heavy hearts,
Piecing together their missing parts.
Through endless nights and silent cries,
They search for light in shadowed skies,
Holding to dreams both near and far,
Finding strength in each hidden scar.
My disability is not my weakness,
But it’s my greatest Motivation,
Motivation in finding strength,
The strength within myself to carry on each day.
Awake, my soul, and sing
Of him who died for thee
And him as the matchless king
Through all eternity!
The bed feels empty
Every, sled jets
The jet met the net
The pet fed me
Even bees beg