Unspoken
The storm tunes out the words.
There's nothing to be said.
Only the moon knows.
thoughts on the wind
the wind moves through the trees, through the
plants, and through the leaves. it shares secrets
no one else seems to hear. it makes one wonder
how the wind continues to share if the world
ignores it so much. maybe it's waiting for the day
until someone decides to hear, its distant ramblings.
I fear
I fear that one day, I’ll have nothing left to say and whatever riveted through me now will be gone before it truly begins. I fear one day, I’ll have nothing left to share and whatever poems I typed out, would have long since disappeared, leaving me in despair. I fear that all these plans might go to waste and the river that flows right through my soul would dry up and what’s left, is a worm inching through the hollow walls. I fear to share my true thoughts, rather hide behind a facade, than risk the ever shameful remorse of knowing all and loving too much.
Exhale
The waves lap against the sea.
And I breathe.
In with the salty air.
And out
with an exhale
And out
In with the salt air.
And I breathe.
The waves lap against the sea.
I hope
Someday, the tide will wash in,
sunlight will rain overnight,
and everything will once again be alright.
Collapsing Buildings
The buildings stand tall and proud
and looking to the sky,
you can see what has been built.
The towering buildings that try to imitate the heavens
have yet to truly imitate heaven.
They are not exactly fortresses worth living in forever
because someday they will fall.
Where am I off to next?
Standing on the edge of the wall,
I balance on the brink of
greatness or ruin,
like standing on the cusp of freedom
or on the edge of a border
that is impossible to ever cross
once inside,
I stand,
pondering the choices
that lie in front of me.
Cracks
Cracks in the road, lead me back home.
Cracks in the street, leave tires beat.
Cracks in the plant, we're used to it.
Cracks in the ceiling, water leaks.
Cracks in the mirror, glass is fragile.
Cracks in everything, Earth accepts imperfections.
So, why don't we do that more often?
All the Difference
People don't do as they preach,
which most never can,
because of the nature of imperfections.
People strive to do as they preach,
at least some of them do,
And that makes all the difference.
Some people couldn't care less.
Some people could care less but don't.
And I think that also makes all the difference
between those who do and don't,
those who strive for better and best
or bad and worst
or whatever lies in between of the
negatives and the positives of all of that.
Before, then.
I wake up in the morning,
but I don't get out of bed,
until I hear the mourning
birds crying for the dead.
A rainbow arches over the sky
with every moment passing
means another day going by
and more people amassing.
Before the sun,
the moon sets,
'fore all is done,
yesterday forgets.
Time
Slowly chanting incantations,
hoping that one will work and
someday we won't be sighing
along with the exhaling shores
that soon become breathless,
suffocating between the rocks.
Watching the blossoming incarnation,
as the spine of the book that lies on
the table before it, bends and folds
like a blissful metaphor, slowly,
circling the words around it.
Ignorance is Bliss
Ignorance is bliss
Is supposed to be a terrible thing
But isn't it better to ignore
What you don't need to focus
On is what you should?
There's no need to ignore reality in
totality, but why can't we ignore the aspects that are unnecessary?
Guess you don’t wanna
Maybe we
shoulda
coulda
woulda,
if only I had known,
yeah,
if only we had known,
darling,
I've been speaking
in staccatoed
tones
like maybe someday,
it'd all change,
no need to suppress,
just to destress
and I know we've
let the other down,
but
it can't be too late to turn around
and go 360
cos I know we can
and we could
if we wanted to.
Rush Hour
The Earth takes it's time
to spin along its axis
and we try to rush ahead
and every second turns to dread
as it builds up in your head,
trying to forget
while trying to move along
then we get to the point
where we sit under the sun,
trying to rush our way through life,
you only live once,
but can you still get the full experience
in such a hurry?