Category: Addressed

01/06/2021 – Untitled Poem

My doubts could not stay silent,
And neither could I.

I could see the end coming,
And made a feeble attempt to hide;

Now in your mind,
It is I, that you despise.

The blame is not all mine,
As our actions were seen by four eyes.

We clung to each other and tried to tread lightly,
But we hung on too tightly.

Alas, now that we’re awake:
You are you,
And I am me.

16/04/2021 – The Rose and the Moon

How I wish that this rose could have eyes,
So that it could see it the way I see it,
Through mine.

Then there is the moon, all alone on the dark stage,
With its crater riddled face, it’s confidently present:
Shining brightly.

But it is that moon that haunts you still,
An ironic light that spreads darkness;
Time after time.

It’s almost as if I can see it smile, with its big mouth,
Happily showing off what it has stolen,
In silence.

Because of this thief’s reign, the rose cannot bloom,
It knows no noon because of the moon, but hopefully
It will, soon.

11/12/2020 – Real Thoughts

Real Thoughts

Man, you didn’t even cross my mind today…
I’m hella happy we’re going our separate way.
I’m going up, you’re going down,
I’ve got a smile, you’ve got a frown.
Deep down, I catch myself hoping you’ll get help.
That one day, you’ll think of someone else.
But today, it didn’t even matter.
Man, only been a while since my reality shattered.
I’m glad though, I am getting better.

I thought there was so much that I wanted you to know,
But I said all I had to say.
In that final message, I’d like to think I dealt a necessary blow.
Now, I hope you are still mold-able, like clay.
‘cuz shit dude, for other’s sake, please change.
I tried to be real with you,
and did my best to tell you the truth.
But I was too soft, except in that final message to you.
When you were finally faced with the truth…
I hope your eyes were opened.
Hope you know why you left us broken.

Look, I just know life isn’t easy man.
But like, when all this shit began,
I had no idea what you were capable of.
A horrifying attempt at attaining this unattainable love.
I truly hope you’ve learned your lesson,
That love is not some crazy obsession.

Love is kind, love is giving, love is pure.
The love we showed you, was so much more mature.
We reminded you to eat, to sleep, to function.
Tried to take care of you, but man, you’ve got a dysfunction.
I know you know it’s bad to go to sleep when the sun rises.
Tried to tell you so many times man,
Your inability to take care of yourself shouldn’t surprise us.

But man, though I am writing this poem and thinking of you.
I am glad we’re done, and I don’t have to see you.
I used to miss the old you.
I still do.
Man… what happened to you?

Fright for a Life

Don’t you dare.

You say those words,

My heart beats so fast,

It is as if an earthquake of an unimaginae magnitude is occurring in my chest.

It trembles,

As my breathing becomes shallow.

My fingers dance along the screen,

As it is all I can do.

Please answer.

A sign of life,

Anything.

A circle around you,

Tightly knitted.

Made out of all those,

With quaking hearts.

But now there is a wall.

Built up around you.

Because of one with a quaking heart,

As I made a mistake.

I realize,

As I am filled with mortal despair.

Anguish.

Still frantically dancing as the wall stops all.

Then.

A brick,

Removed.

He speaks,

From inside his insolation.

Though he fills the hole in the wall,

A small gap is left.

To show he’s okay.

And,

The circle still stands.

As their hearts beat in unison,

For the man in the wall.

Will catch up on the other poems tomorrow but needed to write this first right now.

07/01/19 – A Conclusion

And then,

A conclusion was reached.

It took a realization,

And an unreasonable conversation,

For us to be impeached.

I look back at the times we’ve had;

At the good and the bad,

And it is a lazy rhyme but it would be a lie if I said it makes me sad.

Sure,

I may be dramatic,

But it seems for your stubbornness there is no cure,

And right now I am pragmatic.

Your enforcement of your pessimistic ideology,

Instead forced this eulogy.

 

The other two parts that essentially make up this trilogy of poems are “It’s Okay” and “This Overwhelming Part of You”. This is the last poem on the topic, and so also is the end of the trilogy.

Time Taken: 14 Minutes

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

This Overwhelming Part of You

I’m grateful,

Honestly.

I can’t deny the sun on our smiling faces,

Or the endless questioning,

Day in,

Day out.

These dear memories,

All made with you.

But when there is no light,

And all that’s left is you,

Do I like who you are?

I know,

There is light,

There is dark.

Naturally,

Light defeats dark.

But when dark threatens to take over by some miracle,

After what should not even be a close battle.

That,

Is when I think:

Is it worth it?

Dealing with this part of you?

I know I don’t know it all,

Though I know what you’re like.

I know you,

But…

Do I want to?

 

Time Taken: 7 minutes.

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

Voluntary Isolation

Apathetically meditating,

Sheer serenity of silence.

He sits,

Cross legged,

In an empty room.

Bare walls,

A wooden floor.

There is the first bang on the door.

A friend calls.

The seed of indifference begins to bloom.

The friend does not know where his mind has headed.

As he to himself permits,

To follow his own guidance;

Excruciatingly isolating.

 

Time Taken: 8 minutes.

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com

 

It’s Okay.

I like to think I’ve been there,

But you are you,

and I am me.

And life gets heavy sometimes;

So,

I get it.

Sit,

Take a break from it all.

Feels great.

But I know,

If you look up.

You see that life was not the passenger.

Life went on.

The clock kept ticking.

And as you take your break,

I can’t help,

But worry.

When you get up,

Will your knees crack slightly louder?

Will a deeper sigh escape your lungs?

Either way,

We’ll be there.

No matter how tired you are,

We will throw you on our shoulders,

And live.

 

Time Taken: 4 minutes 25 seconds

Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com