Tag: Poetry

How We Were

Poetry

Burning candles
Chilled wine
Precipitation falling from the skies
I’m reminiscing on the time

When we were young
Not much meant anything
Somehow things that were nothing
Now mean everything

Money. Work. Society.
Youth was a blessing
No worries like, who would lie to me
You were truly your own deity

How do we replenish those child-like spirits?
Where when life was amplified by problems we couldn’t even hear it
If a situation was troubling we wouldn’t go near it
How do we replenish those child-like spirits?

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Poetry

I imagine your touch
I impersonate your feel
Love and pain,
No denying what we have is real
I can’t be fine with you leaving
I miss your presence
Just can’t seem to fake your essence
In need of your love
Can’t live without your existence
I’d die without our commitment
Seems like we have everything but consistence
See but it’ll all be fine with a little persistence.

Be You

Poetry

 

Creative minds produce creative thoughts.

Attempting to save the essence of originality for the reason that once everyone thinks the same, creativity is lost.

Although you’re an employee you still have the potential to outdo the boss.

Never let them capture your beliefs, only you control your thoughts.

Life can change quicker than a blink.

They can own the ship you just have to jump off before it sinks.

They’ll laugh…

They’ll mock…

They’ll kick you once down.

Just keep smiling ear to ear,

Never let them see you frown.

It never gets easier,

You just become stronger.

Let success be your revenge,

Til they can laugh no longer.

What is Pain?

Poetry

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Pain is not only a knife slicing through flesh.

It can begin as unnoticeable as a baby’s pinch.

In time the pressure grows and the nails get sharper.

The infant grows into an adult so the fingers strengthen.

The grip becomes tighter…

The torturous hold seems unbreakable though the bond is still compassionate.

The pain is no longer hidden since the cause is now apparent.

The thing that’s caused so much hurt is now obvious to see.

The tiny fingers have in time become the knives that you dreaded.

The real question now is, can you abandon the child?

Can you truly learn to leave something you once held and loved so dearly but now causes more grief than good?

Can you?

Pain…