I know you found me
I know you love me
And as the seasons cultivates patients,
If you are not done working
am not done waiting
and while am waiting
am not waiting
As heaven lives in me
Tag: poetry
One and the Other
When men stop believing in God, it isn’t that they then believe in nothing: they believe in everything.
UMBERTO ECO, Foucault’s Pendulum
There is one and the other,
but the one is the other.
It is known that the one created
the other
Hence, the other is part of the one.
Yet, there are tales of believes in the one
but not the other.
In fact, the believe in the one is stronger
than the believe in the other.
It is best to know that there is the other in everyone of us,
but the one keeps us from the other.
Knowing the one and the other, brings understanding to chaos.
Hazy
You can’t see clearly if you don’t stop crying.
It’s 2:00am, and am still up,
happens most times, so am not surprised.
It getting more frequent, and am getting worried!
every time I close my eyes, I play the same scene
over and over.
The weird part of this mess,
It hasn’t happened yet.
I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t know this people.
Am I to blame for this disaster to come, I wonder.
Oxygen reminds me of what’s to come.
Start
Woke up, took a shower.
Dressed up, pampered the object of attraction.
Today is the day, am going to do it!
Reflection in the mirror looks good, deceiving, but let’s ignore it.
Made breakfast, had breakfast.
Wore shoes,
alright, this is it. I am strong!
They are just words, nothing else to them.
Hands on knob, open door
Stand and stare for a while,
thinking, how the mind works in magical ways.
Blear
My little piece of the “five sentence story” competition.
Don’t let me show happiness, the delusion never last.
Don’t let me show weakness, I might like the feel.
Don’t let me show evil, though, I know i can hate.
Lover, I am worried, am fading fast.
Could you love me more just a little, I hope I haven’t burdened you!
Mansion
Come with me, hide with me, together we escape, pretend we’re somewhere else.
Temple One & katty Heath;
I built a mansion, just around the corner of my sanity.
Each brick, molded precisely to match every memory ever made.
No shadows, silhouettes, or presence permitted, I declared.
Then I heard it.
A soft knock on the door, prompting me to open the door, open my soul, my heart, but I can’t.
It going to spill out, all the memories, the pain, joy, hope, despair.
Especially hope, a terrible gift to loss;
Flood me like the wave of a wicked tide
“go away, private sanity” I say! no reply,
just a soft thump that create a rhyme in my heart.
Of fear? of peace? Still unknown.
A thump to remind me there is a world outside,
Av’ lived it. Hence, my mansion
The feeling between fear and love will never have a place in my mansion, I promise.
It still goes on.
What I Learn
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
-Colette
I will smile,
Whatever it takes to fool this town
I will give everything I have,
But my freedom
As I grew up,
My problems aged as well
The story of the poor boy on the news
Was another tale of c’est la vie!
I will learn, I promise
Perfect is the enemy of good, they say
I put it out of my mind,
Long enough to call it courage
I will believe, I promise
How rare and beautiful it is
That I exist,
That’s the chorus to my song.
Resistance
we squandered our resistance,
for a pocket full of mumbled promises
only hearing what we want to hear,
and disregard the rest.
Our story seldom told,
Till one day we had enough
we break patterns and breakdown
dig, dig, and dig
as we swear out revolution to the earth
to reclaim promises once made
Better to burn out than fade way, we proclaimed.
‘bon courage’, they hailed
uncertain of the part ahead, we march on.
God damn, and God bless for small favors.
Given Odds
Unfairness is everywhere.
Parvathy
As the leaves lay on the ground
all hope crushed beyond recognition,
they bear no resemblance
to the blossoming sunshine they once were seasons past.
betrayed by trees that once held their hope.
Who are you to lay your burden on another man
to place such hardened guilt on a heavy soul
You forget, his’ just a man like you
If you can’t shine bright, what are the odds he will shine brighter
like the tree and the leaves, man wither’s away
in your very presence
whilst you place blame’s
Have you tried pulling apart the darkness?
when does personal responsibility comes into play,
your mistake, is thinking the world owe’s you for your contributions.
when in reality, your heirlooms and theirs are uneven odds.
HOME; Making Friends
Every new friend is a new adventure….the start of more memories.
Patrick Lindsay.
As soon as I walked out of my last class for the day, I saw Carol and ‘the dolls’. I was immediately reminded to called my dad to further discuss my new-found idea of living off campus, but I had to go get lunch first because my stomach was not having this new diet streak of having water for breakfast. I turned the other direction to avoid tea parties, talk, but unfortunately my feet weren’t fast enough.
“Hey, grace”. Carol hollered.
“Heyyy…..Carol” I replied, trying to seem like I didn’t see her while walking out of the class.
“Where you going..” she playfully sang.
“Am just going to get lunch” I really didn’t want her hearing my conversation with my dad.
“Cool, i was going to eat too.”
“What about your friends.” I pointed to the girls talking behind her.
“I just meet them in my class, not really friends”
“Don’t you wanna get to know them. You know, make new friends.”
“No, they were being mean to the prof, and kept talking about shoes and stuff.”
“You talk about shoes too.”
“Yeah but not that much.”
“Whatever let’s go.” I guess she was tagging along.
We got to the cafeteria which I have to admit is really impressive. It has four stations; Heal; the healthy food section., Dill Strauser; the burger joint, Castrol; the fancy place where chef’s make the food, and Express; The any-kind-of-drink you want place. This is one of the many cafeterias in the school. We went to Heal to get some salad from the salad bar, and I choose a spot at the back so I could talk without being disturbed, or being the disturbance.
“You only had peppers in your salad, that’s weird” Carol observed.
“I got some cucumbers too”
“No cheese, tomatoes or eggs.”
“She refused to melt the cheese, so lemme alone.”
“Who eats salad with melted cheese?”
“I think you mean people should eat salad with melted cheese.” I smiled. We ate our launch, and just chatted about new people in our classes for a while.
“I need to talk to my dad about getting a room off campus.” I conversed.
“What! why do you want to leave the dorm? Is it because of me? ”
“What! No! I just don’t like it. The walls are thin, and I have loud nightmares.” I said with a matter-of-fact face without realizing what i was saying. I do that sometimes, i just blunt out the first thing that comes to mind without giving it more thought.
“Oh.” she said quietly as she looked at me weirdly. Good, I though to myself, now you can stop trying to be my friends…..am all kinds of weird.
“O ooh, we can go apartment shopping together!” she announced cheerfully. I exhaled heavily. I guess this one is sticking.
“Probably, I have to talk to my dad first though.”
“yeah, of cos!.
**NOTE**
Remember to always have headphone on, so you can pretend you don’t hear people calling.
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