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The assertion of one's passion in the face all the odds of this world stood ever tall, unaccepting of the constant pushes and pinches. I have not since witnessed such resistance, not a single strength such as this.
The rapid rummage of monsters in living antique and books becoming the object of one's unquenchable obsession. I have yet to know more powerful hold on the soul, have yet to be starked by another greatness.
Alone, yet not alone,
Lost in the maze of my thoughts.
Tiny fingers reaching through the void,
Aching for the solace of your guiding hand.
So I dash, swift through the tangled woods,
Legs straining under the weight of dread.
Each step a struggle, each breath a battle,
Bearing the enormity of relentless fears.
Each turn echoes with my yearning,
No longer bewitched by nature's allure.
Once cheerful woods now wear a veil,
Unveiling an eerie, haunting portrait.
As twilight's fingers brush the land,
Awareness dawns of your restless quest.
Your frantic search, a mirror of mine,
Impelling me to embrace patience and poise.
"Take Courage" whispers the wind,
A beacon in the enveloping night.
Strength found in stillness, calm in chaos,
A plea, a promise, a resilient resolve.
"Courage"
You have clipped my wings,
Chained me to these walls,
Bruised my bones,
Torn my skin;
Yet all I see -
Your tears,
Your suffering.
I have truly become a prisoner.
#Atuneofbrokenhearts #OC
BY MY SIDE
I am the remnants of
Our stolen love,
A hidden memory
Residing beyond the
Overwhelming dread
That anchors me.
I'm the dreamed-up kiss,
The tender first
Brush of your hand,
Eagerly expected.
I am the confession
Of love unspoken.
I'm the note left unsent,
The poem never
Breathed into life.
I am the untrodden path,
The one we didn't take,
My love,
Yet this unventured road is
My everyday stroll,
I walk with you eternally.
Seasons turn,
Leaves bloom,
Fade, wither,
And bloom once again -
I have tread this path
So frequently that I require
Not the sight of a leaf to
Affirm it's presence -
My canvas is
Painted in response to
The command
Of my thoughts,
Hence, even in
Your absence,
I feel
Your existence
Here,
By my side.
Still, this looming dread
Holds me captive,
For these
Moments are
Where I walk
With the
Ghost of you,
When my soul
Yearns
Your presence
But the fear of
Never holding you,
Stops me
From holding you,
Hence, the poem remains unread,
Words stay trapped in silence
As I envision you walking,
Hand in hand with me
On this often lonely
Path of hope.
I saunter past barren fields
Teeming with roses,
Eagerly awaiting
The initial caress
Of your hand.
I know to speak my truth
May rob me of the
Very hope of you -
I don't yet
Have the strength
For that,
So we remain here,
Together,
As I imagine
You are mine
Forever more.
Heather Lea
Life is just a flow of stories,
But I never thought that mine,
Would be not only a long drama,
But also a script full of flaws,
Like the reflection of the moon,
Dancing on the water surface.
I strip to the barest verison of myself, ready for a warm bath but I in time and time again will be left in the cold, shivering and clattering my teeth.
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Like crumbled paper
on floor;
hearts trampled my path
and to be sorry
all I had was poetry,
a dead rhyme in
meek verses
and most of them
did end on a full stop,
if not left halfway
with no hopes left
to be completed.
#love
#heart
#memories
#words
It feels like a storm cloud follows me around, raining disappointment wherever I go. I see the hope drain from my family's eyes like water seeping from a cracked vase. The person I love most feels distant, like a beautiful flower refusing to bloom in my presence. I try, I truly do. I bend like a willow in the wind, listening to their wishes, shaping myself to fit their mold. But sometimes, I crave the strength of the oak, to stand tall in my own truth. When I do, they call me selfish – a weed pushing its way through the carefully manicured garden. But is it selfish to seek sunshine? My career path isn't a straight line, it's a winding river, searching for the ocean. They see stagnation, a stagnant pond breeding discontent. But I see exploration, the slow journey that will eventually lead me to a purpose that fills me with the same vibrant life as a rushing waterfall. Can't they understand? Can't they offer a hand instead of pointing out the flaws in my current course? Maybe, just maybe, with their support, I can find my own unique way to bloom, a testament to the strength that lies within the seed of who I am.
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I pray you don't wake as you flow in the stream.
We've long stopped resisting and trying to lead the current. We've accepted life, we've embraced the unknown, but I pray that you don't be aware of every single second that you let things be.
I pray you don't wake to things flowing and taking you with them painfully slow.
Dragging out the time forcing you to tip toe and try and get a glimpse of what's ahead, forcing you to create myriads of ways in your head of how things could be better.
I hope you never wake.
THOUGHTS OF A YOUNG MAN
Are we all doomed to get a taste of our parents curse?
To become part of the ripple effect and be bruised by it?
Father, do I have no choice but to become a victim of the world and the aggressor of my own home?
Mother, am I destined to carry the weight of a thousand cries after having cried a thousand times?
I ask you both...Who might I be if not your son?
~M~
She was an accquinatnce, fury etched on her expressions as she silently waited for my downfall. I have seen her at my back, quiet but raging. Those who forbade me to address her unyielding presence know it all. She's a vibrating force of the universe, incrante of a medieval mind and henious heart but she's also beautiful in her doom, like a crimson twilight that leaks all of it's inks on grim girls, she bathes what was left of her human side and prays at the dawn of eras as if she's a saint and as if they're heard.
~she is mother
I pray you don't wake as you flow in the stream.
We've long stopped resisting and trying to lead the current. We've accepted life, we've embraced the unknown, but I pray that you don't be aware of every single second that you let things be.
I pray you don't wake to things flowing and taking you with them painfully slow.
Dragging out the time forcing you to tip toe and try and get a glimpse of what's ahead, forcing you to create myriads of ways in your head of how things could be better.
I hope you never wake.
Resilience
From outside violent rumbling is heard,
Growling as a stomach of a starving slave.
Strengthen our stance, brace the hurt;
This punishing gale we shall brave!
Trees are uprooted; we must be surefooted!
Rocks hurtled around like rifle rounds;
Poison laced-bullets Zeus lazily catapults.
A storm with the rage of a thousand hell hounds.
Tighten embrace; this hail together we face.
Under adversity's wrath we embolden our nexus,
And it shall be stubbornly interlaced
Like the bond that ties a horse and his cowboy of Texas.
The ravaging storm shall inflict us no harm
For in each other's arms there exists a calefacient camp fire.
Though scratched are the walls of our stone fort of warmth,
We cozily sip our hot cups of victory chocolate of sweet pink Briar.
I want to know Faith
not with face of the saints,
not with face of the gurus,
not with face of the pious;
but rather with the face
of the Divine Itself.
#random
From tiny little things to major outcomes to receive,
somewhere everyone deserves it in life simply because they are capable of giving it back in tenfold.
It's only fair, especially for those who have turned their scars into wings to help others escape their struggles.
#struggle
~©Darkpit
To fate and vows
Fate blooms, unveiling layers of blinding light,
Vows solidify in these radiant depths.
Fate and promises, bonds twisting destinies,
Actions molded, commitments sealed tight,
Strength and grit stand firm, even against fate's wild twists.
Fate, the perfect canvas, painting an uncertain future,
Promises carve our path, steering us to our destined end.
In the end, fate holds on tight, even as vows clutches at straws.
© Victoria Damilola
As soon as
the light fades
You're gone;
Like blue skies
Into stars.
And I sit & I wait,
Like a hill,
For the sky
And the rain,
And for you.
And I sit & I melt
Like the gold
Of the summer sky
And as the night
Sings you quietly
I know you live
In my eyes.
#ts #fg
Perhaps you will hold me in your prayers or perhaps not.
Maybe you will put me away in the corners of your memories.
The way I used to whisper your name, maybe one day it will echo again but in a different place, at a different time, with a different voice.....
#Abdo #original
Sleepless
The never ending night,
when the future is so close
and yet so distant.
Sleepless and concerned,
craving for tomorrow,
but stuck in yesterday.
I've sung to a few my foregone cacophony,
But none has ever heard my continuous symphony,
For to whom should I sing my aria best?
To whom should this dark music of mine be confessed?
Mute
Stay afloat to breathe,
make silence your haven.
Keep anger in,
for outbursts lead to repercussions.
Accept pain as pleasure,
waiting for a chance.
Mute criticism,
let it slide like water off a duck's back.
Don't let them see you fall apart,
hold it in,
preserve paths of retreat.
© Victoria Damilola
Melancholy
Our bodies bear scars, wounds unhealed,
Bleeding persistently, refusing to dry,
Licking one another's wounds.
Inflicting fresh wounds,
Crafting new scars.
I recognized it as wrong,
And he acknowledged its wrongness too,
Yet, we didn't cease,
For it brought an inexplicable pleasure.
The sensation of being desired, seen,
Despite the pain it instigated, despite the unending cycle,
No matter the depth of the ache,
We continued licking, savoring rust.
The metallic taste, binding us together,
Unpleasant and repulsive,
Yet, it was the flavor we craved,
The sensation we yearned to experience.
Driven by the fear of solitude.
We felt understood, acknowledged, wanted, even loved,
Yet, it was a falsehood we concocted,
A deceit known and shared only between us.
A deceit we both desired - the taste of metal.
I despise this -
I despise him.
Yet, I love him beyond measure.
But is the truth spoken by my consciousness?
Or is it another contrived lie,
Forged by my mind - an escape,
A means to remain shackled.
Both of us... were submerged,
Observing our mutual descent,
Deeper and deeper.
We acknowledged our drowning,
Yet, all we could do was watch,
Because...
We didn't know how to save each other.
How could she feel everything so deeply yet have the power to disguise and numb the emotions away?
#she
#oneliner
~©Darkpit
Two views
You tell me it's the end of an era,
But I see a milestone;
You tell me things won't be the same,
But I see myself taking charge;
You tell me it is all over,
But I see the shackles being removed;
You tell me this is the moment that changes it all,
But I see it as a win all the way.
You may grieve on my behalf,
But I'll be celebrating on my accord.
#anotherworldpoem #firstdraft #feeling #realised
In those many silent moments impregnated with emotions, I'm often an envelope of unsaid thoughts on the brim of my heart,
just everything I could've said to set things right, to have them understood just as I wish to articulate them,
most times my words are whispers of my breaths and sometimes their stagnancy too,
Our poem was too short to be called a poem,
So much ink remains, as does space on the paper.
- Achu B
#Love
#Freeverse
The nights won't let me sleep and the days won't let me wake up. Your memories are all I have. Your perfect face brings solace to my deserted heart, I long to depart this existence holding onto your smile.
#Abdo #Original #3am
A poet died on the petals of never existing hope.
©
~ Ruh-el-Ruh ~
Many a time have I lulled you to sleep, my sweet Reem
Cradling you in my arms, and singing lullabies
But now as you lay in slumber,
No number of kisses will get you to open your eyes,
And the three years of heaven I spent with you
Are halted by the bomb that dropped from the skies.
I little understand the rules of this battle
What danger the homeless and starving pose
I can only see your beautiful hair hanging limply,
Your cheeks are still warm, and pink like a rose,
And I wish this embrace could last forever -
For I’ll never again get to hold you so close.
The rubble has left dust on your face, my fairy-
Let me scrub it clean with salt and water
You must look immaculate when you meet the angels
Far away from the strikes and gruesome slaughter,
And they will give you the fruits you craved every day;
I could only bring tangerines to my beloved granddaughter.
All these years we lived as refugees in our land
And even the Al Nuseirat camp they could not spare
Your earring is all I can keep on my shirt
And the heart beneath it spirals in endless despair
Ah! They took from me the soul of my soul -
May God hear this heartbroken grandpa’s prayer.
My birthday was yours, and yours was mine -
But never again will the candle be lit
Without those little fingers grabbing my hand;
The cake that you devoured till the last bit
Can’t appease my hunger; I only yearn
That your giggles could fill the mind’s pit.
Now your doll will be showered with my tearful kisses;
But it’s not goodbye, Reem! Someday we will meet
And in the next birth, be my hafida again
I’ll see you off to college and walk you down the street -
May this world be a better place when you come back
Where our dreams will flourish and hearts will beat.
"Dear cellphone"
In the midst of my sorrows, you sell me worthless dreams and unreachable hope.
You give muse to a sad heart enough to numb the pain of a broken reality,
Your voices give comfort coated by tears, yet your feel in my hands give hope of a better tomorrow. They say you dumb the brain, and if so, take mine this world ain't giving hope
Rather, I become ignorant than live to witness these broken dreams. Fool me for a lifetime and let me be buried in peace, and after we depart fool the next who suffers like I do.