poems

Raindrop Season

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The day my world felt rain,

The flood swallowed me,

And banished every good thing

We’ve been told of hearts that burned

But I guess mine drowned.

So the violent storm left a terrible fear

And it pains me to anticipate its return.

 

Then the familiar drops of water

Found their way back to me

It was starting to drizzle,

And the water kisses the ground

I sensed the imminent destruction

So show me the signs that this is worthy

Between the heavy sighs that weigh me down

Beneath the doubts that cover me

Within the impending catastrophe that engulfs me

And on the words that you still haven’t given me

I’m gracefully waltzing in puddles of tragedies,

Taking on absurd profanities from my mind

And seeing strobes of destruction,

Perhaps I’m already getting premonitions.

I’ve struggled making my world vivid,

I’m already afraid to make it monochromatic

I don’t need another storm to wash it away

 

So I count the rain drops

As it turns stronger, faster, falling more frequently

The pitter patter drenches me

And soon I’ll me immersed in these feelings.

I hope for a better ending

I hope to make it out alive

I hope that you’ll be kind.

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the featured photo and all rights of it goes to its owner

Oxygen Thief

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Breathe.

The thing prevented by an oxygen thief.

They haunt me as they blow out more smoke

Like a suffocating cigarette that causes me to choke

Before I could even recover it leads me to march on a dreadful sea

It draws me close to the cold water and ignites my worries

Because how could you remain firm

When your thoughts haven’t taught you how to swim?

I know that they are too unkind

But I kept on marching as dictated by my mind.

It lured me in like the siren of the seven seas

Little by little it coaxed ounces of sanity to leave me

The murder song in my head is playing

In the sound of evocative thoughts that kept screaming

And the waves crash against my skin like salty punches

Until I barely escape the ocean’s clutches.

Just as I thought I could face this and be brave

The ocean drags me under with a heavy tidal wave

 

 

Deeper and deeper I got submerged

The oxygen thief thought it would be best to have me scourged

I struggle to keep up to the surface to breathe.

I gasp for air as I try to swim with chains now tied to my feet

And the space beneath me is an abyss

That makes letting go seem like a death wish

The air seems scarce as the water filled my lungs.

I need help breathing before I succumb to drowning.

I squirm and yelp and kick and yawp

But my body turns sore as I close my eyes and prepare to drop.

I ponder upon silence while morose engulfs me

This ocean of thoughts is turning into the death of me

 

When I opened my eyes, I see the oxygen thief

He sits there with a mischievous smirk as I reach my last moments

He waltzed with me between the line that separated life and tragedy

And made it seem like I’m the mermaid and he’s the prince.

His presence was immensely terrifying,

he made this mermaid so scared she even feared drowning.

I slowly pass out in his arms for the last time

Sadly, he triumphed with his crime.

And on my final moments he spoke gently,

And said to me “I’m your oxygen thief, call me Anxiety”

 

P.S. You might see this on another blog with the site name “essaysofaficklemind” which also has the same blog title as mine. This poem was submitted on our creative writing class wherein all our works are posted on our own class wordpress accounts. I really like this poem that I submitted so I thought that I should repost it here on my personal blog. Also, the featured photo is not mine and all rights of it goes to its owner.

The Poet with Flowers on her Skin

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I fell in love with a boy who picks flowers

And taught me beauty meant stitching them to my skin

He taught me that “pretty” meant more lovers

And that love only comes to beautiful things

 

I wanted him to give me the same admiration

But the pain was so intense I cried flowers instead

He then admired someone else, a quintessence of beauty

Without ever knowing that I had cried him a garden

 

Upon the sorrow that he gave me

I realized that my pain is a catharsis

I learned that I’m my own definition of beauty

And bastards like him are the reason I write poetry

 

P.S. You might see this on another blog with the site name “essaysofaficklemind” which also has the same blog title as mine. This poem was submitted on our creative writing class wherein all our works are posted on our own class wordpress accounts. I really like this poem that I submitted so I thought that I should repost it here on my personal blog. Also, the featured photo is not mine and all rights of it goes to its owner.

Saving A Woeful Soul

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Sorrow captures your lonely soul in grief

like a pair of weary arms grasping you

and your words are like letters never sent

piling in a corner, buried in dust.

 

“You are full of sadness” they always say

as you spill your woeful thoughts on paper.

“My emotions are lackluster” you say

as unrequited love pulls you deeper.

 

Mellow soul, free yourself from your sorrow

What you feel is important and valid,

And you have every right to heal yourself

You’ll glow as warm as happy people do

 

So let the tears wash the pain your eyes see

Breathe as the sadness detaches itself

With a single smile you will burn brighter

I know you’ll emerge to be resilient

 

 

P.S. You might see this on another blog with the site name “essaysofaficklemind” which also has the same blog title as mine. This poem was submitted on our creative writing class wherein all our works are posted on our own class wordpress accounts. I really like this poem that I submitted so I thought that I should repost it here on my personal blog. Also, the featured photo is not mine and all rights of it goes to its owner.

Now you’re stuck as a Song on Repeat

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Your sound struck me

Like a beautiful melody

The kind that you’ve always been

I placed you on my playlists

and had you playing on repeat.

 

You’re no Badlands or a The 1975 album

Yet I fell for the upbeat tempos and chill vibes

you definitely had your beguiling charm

A trance that swallows me whole;

Something I’d be glad to be engulfed upon.

 

People play you like nothing,

Sometimes pass you on like a childhood tune

There are some that sees you as something

But they play something else too soon

ꟷmasterpieces are not meant to be ephemeral

 

I can’t fall for you,

Because some already fell for you

Like how they do on their favorite songs

These people already memorized you

But I’m still trying to decipher your lyrics.

 

So all the time as I sit in silence

I turn the radio and hope I’d hear you

Your words, your voice, everything about you

Someday you’d know me more

Than just a random person who wrote you like a song.

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: the featured photo is not mine and all rights of it goes to it’s lovely owner.

I Unlatched Myself from a Catastrophe

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You talk to me

Like an unhinged psychopath

You speak less understandably

And you say things so callously

 

You grab my heart

Like a heartless player

It was never meant to be yours

Yet you caught it in an inevitable force

 

You lure me in

Like a siren of the ocean

You coax the sanity in me

And drown me in a lifeless sea

 

You trick me

Like a clever swindler

I was suddenly drawn unto you

I never even know how it occurs.

 

But I unlatched myself

Like someone who learned

I thought you’d give me tranquility

Until I realized you were a catastrophe

Fairy Tales Are A Childhood Lie

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I never had quite understood

Why kids are taught of fairy tales

But when we grow up it seems silly

We feel betrayed of a happy ending.

We felt like there’s something missing

 

We were warned of witches and ghosts

That once had scared us half to death

But we weren’t warned of cruel lovers

That broke hearts ‘til we’re out of breath

—We were left with wounds that bled

 

We were told of many wrong things

Like heroes with paths done unpaved

Made the substance of love dissolve

As things were awfully portrayed;

sometimes damsels don’t need to be saved

 

 

So I threw the books and burned them

I hated my childhood lie

Instead I wrote this new story

A true tale, one I won’t despise.

A story where a better idea arise

 

So now, once upon a time

Instead of a royal disaster

The princess saved herself this time

Like the strong lead that we deserve

—that’s a happily ever after!

 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the featured photo and all rights of it goes to it’s lovely owner. Also, check out the visuals for my earlier poem Somber City Kids in youtube:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEglJBWx9O0 it’s totally random and I’m not a pro at it yet but it would mean so much if you’d check it out.

Dear Mean People

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Dear mean people, where should we begin?

How could I enlist all of your sin?

There’s much to discuss and pointed out,

Listen to the cries of those in doubt.

 

You feed on our insecurities,

And drained us of our own purities,

Telling us how our lives should function

And calling us out for our actions.

 

Dear mean people, how shameful are you?

Always hurting the people around you,

Making them the victims of your fun,

Being the monster they can’t outrun.

 

You set your eyes on the weak

And labeled them as weirdos and freaks,

Trashed those who defied conformity,

As if you dictate how things should be.

 

 

Dear mean people, when will you wake up?

Just stop acting like you are so tough.

Your solipsism tells you, you’re great,

While you incite cruelty and hate

 

Your messages of hate are so strong,

You’re quick to point out all of our wrong,

You gain laughter on all of our flaws

As your mean jokes get all the applause.

 

Dear mean people, who had waged this war,

People that caused emotional scars

When will this tyranny of yours end?

We’re tired of running as our wounds bled

 

You turn hallways into battlefields,

Brought an army that preaches towards hate

With words like machine guns firing bullets,

You had all of us outnumbered.

 

Innocent people that lost their lives,

And all of those dying inside,

You treated them like they are misfits

And pushed them to end their lives and quit.

 

 

Dear mean people, are you happy now?

Seeing some people that you brought down

All those pushed to their own deaths

With your words hanging on their last breath

 

Dear mean people, your time comes

For now you’ll hear from the fallen ones.

We won’t ever be silenced or shunned

Our hearts will never again be numbed.

 

You called us a plethora of names,

But today is the end of your games.

We’ll speak without any glint of fear,

For unlike you, our conscience is clear.

 

Dear mean people, we all stand as one

We’ll break free from the hate you’ve spun

For those who were constantly judged,

Be reminded that you are always loved.

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the featured image, any rights of that goes to it’s lovely owner.

P.S.   If you are going through the same thing, this poem is for you. I want you to feel loved and if my words could ever reach you please believe that there are people out there who wants you to feel loved. I want to send you a hope that could help you to keep going because no matter what, you cannot let the hate win and know that you have a whole army of people here to support you and help you win the battle against the monsters known as bullies or mean people.  Also, check out the poems called “to this day” by Shane Koyczan and “Dear Bully” by clickfortaz, I got the inspiration to write this from them.

Lost Souls

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Lost soul, calm your buoyance

Rest and halt your voyage.

You have walked this earth astray,

It would be nice if you stay.

 

Try to enjoy the far horizons,

And the signs of the changing seasons.

Just enjoy this tranquility

And rid yourself of your worries.

 

Your feet seems to be adventurous,

Like wanderlust came so feverous.

Although you take things reluctantly,

I hope you’d still keep me company.

 

So I’ll wait for when you come back,

And keep our memories intact.

Lost souls like you are always gone,

But I know you’ll find your way home.

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I do not own the featured image and all rights of that lovely thing goes to it’s talented owner.

Warm Blue Glow

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Sorrow captures you

like a pair of arms grasping your body

and your thoughts are like unsent letters

piling in a corner constantly bothering.

“You’re full of sadness” they say

as you spill your woeful thoughts on paper.

“My emotions are lackluster” you say to yourself

as unrequited love pulls you deeper.

 

Doubts spread like wildfire,

burning up every spark of optimism left.

Pessimism swallows you whole

and now you’re left unkempt.

Mellow soul, free yourself, don’t let sorrow drown you.

You glow as warm as the happiness of others do.

You might be off-colored but you’re human too.

 

Your emotion might be different as it seem,

but know that you should be glowing still.

Your emotions are important and valid,

and you have the right to heal.

It will take time for sadness to detach itself,

but do know that you should not let your warm blue glow dim.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. I do not own the featured photo and I wrote this during an exam earlier since I finished it early and I didn’t have anything to do to pass the time so this piece might seem a bit sloppy.