I used to write a lot, so I thought i'd share a few pieces I wrote with you guys. I hope you enjoy and can relate to some of these poems.
Thank you.
Four years of age.
I sit quietly in my battered red plastic chair
and lean carelessly against the table to match,
my fingers pushing into the whole on the table leg closest to me,
still in my school uniform.
I wait.
My head tilts towards the fire
as my eyes capture the sight of the heat racing through the air,
the orange glow becoming even more luminous.
I wait and watch the second hand on our Grandfather clock
tick in sync with each breath,
trying hard not to blink just so I didn’t miss
the second hand move one minute.
I wait quietly, even my breath is none-existent.
Scarcely turning my head to see my dad
out cold asleep on the sofa next to me.
This is how it was every day
and although it wasn’t anything new to me,
it still made time away from my mum hellish..
(to be continued…)
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Life was created
Delegated unto I
Not to be interpreted by evil.
Life is celebrated.
Carelessly caressed,
Beyond words.
Beyond hurdles.
Life is a gift.
Its endless contrasts of colour
Delicately placed to beautify
A simple vision formed within its eye.
Representing faith & happiness.
Life is light..
Not black, nor white.
Life is not greed, fashion or weed
Life is not a battle between he or she
Life is not who we pretend to be
But a beautiful image of both you and me.
An endless glow shimmering with a smile
No anger, no shame
Life is not a lie.
But a gift
Life is worth wile.
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If love is grief
& Life is love
then basically,
I’d like to give it up.
I refuse to be apart of it.
Its inner ability to conquer that emotion
where you feel you’re at your happiest,
and you are, begins to evaporate
Then you sadden, and happiness forms
grievance, now its
even more apparent
& before it’s begun, it’s already faded
it’s already transparent.
Like a sky that once kissed the sun
now love no longer remains valid.
Its irony takes over in every way it can.
Then you’re left with that pain in your chest like
‘you did your best’ to love a man
that wasn’t the slightest bit interested.
Your time was wasted.
So you hold onto hope
Your heart’s re-mended
and you pray the next time you fall
he won’t break it.
a little clueless.
I often find myself looming through clouds made up of dreams,
the other made of hypocrisy.
One made up of who I am and another,
who I am meant to be.
It’s only now I’ve began to realize my purpose and I’m finally happy.
revolutionize, for what its worth.
Reach an understanding on how to
smile comfortably before negatively approaching the World
& it's challenges.
Contributing to facts not proven, will only jeopardize
the innocence and purpose you serve.
The beholders will eventually seep through what is yours by right
and take away all that is precious, treacherousness.
Focus, religiously on your surroundings and treat ignorance as 'none existent'.
philosophical
I'm accepting, I have accepted
Although exceptional circumstances aren't so
philosophical.
I was treated as inadequate and so, I had to go
philosophical.
Our story was over, because I said so
philosophical.
Each step holds forth a new story, real
none-fictional.
& now it's a love that was left behind a long time ago.
racing against time
Time is of the essence, a variety of moments combined
Where two hearts seek both similarities;
Kisses defined someone to hold close through memorable nights.
Where fingertips run parallel to each connection filled with ecstasy
A perseverance between who he is, and what you are, with someone else it will never be.
Words written, perfected and read over so descriptive.. A simple verse can speak of our loves symphony.
Empathy, sincerity contradictions none existent
Never fearing what our future holds, my heart beat still persistent
You’re my only occurrence, my presence.. Comparison? There is no other.
I wont ever say its originality that makes us a simplified specialty of which butterflies progress with ever breath.
What I can say is that with you I’m prepared to take the next step.
self-explanatory
I'm amazed at how much she envy’s
the place where my heart is,
where it constantly lays.
With you.
Intellectually in love, physically deprived
and yet i feel this way.
A vibration on my phone letting me know,
I'm on your mind
I’m alive.
I'm in constant conflict with whatever that it is,
I want to give it a name? But, I guess that I’m afraid.
It's love.
Please don't hurt me again,
or rain on my parade 'cause believe me the pain
It’s endless.
Stops me from letting in,
mind set to reminisce on the times you had me crying every day.
It hurts.
actions speak louder
Words, Ive decided to object to them
Actions of love speak louder.
Emotionless, stolid, indifferent,
But our pulse's beat together.
Whether incommunicable or neither,
Our eyes smile at one another.
Perhaps i stand solo when i think about it,
Maybe this is my own perfect interpretation, or
maybe just maybe im trapped in my own fantasy-like vision.
I show an oblivious tear whenever your presence has faded,
Reach out and call whilst you pace walks a further distance.
With you I’m content, to others I’m resistant,
The others aren't needed.
I’m in-sociable, giving it all.
Dubious with coalition, a kiss under the thumb..
A feeling i will never overcome.
3rd world
They're fighting for their rights,
Continuous War.
A human cognition, collapsing one by one.
A toy-less child, entertained by the law,
Sad-end eyes as she’s placed on the floor
Awaiting to be saved, she cries when she calls.
The beauty of it all is this is her life,
She was born to work, before the age of nine
Carry water for miles, on her own she strives.
She’s being cheated, politics congregate her world
“Peace, love and hope” a fashionable quote,
Education to grow - all none existent words
Emotionally, psychologically deprived of whats rightly hers.
We smile at food, her oxygen starved
Feeding off scraps to keep her warm.
Compare the two lives and for once, tell the truth
Because this girl died today, all because of you.
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