am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
Categories:
classifies, angst, cry, depression, emotions,
Form: Free verse
It's a identification of a human being
Which is engraved in its DNA
It's an embracing of its uniqueness
Which is modified in its personality
Its a smile of a soul
Which is manifesting in its morality
I could have said it,
As the movement starts to escalates
The truth is resurfacing
From the bottom, it goes up
As the climate starts to change
The betrayals are unbearable
From the top, it goes down
There it goes,
It's an acceptance of a culture
Which classifies the traditional ways
It's an honorable gesture
Which shows who you are
It's a unification of a human being
Which distinguishes the real individual
I could have said it
Categories:
classifies, adventure, africa, appreciation, blessing,
Form: Free verse
When someone you're close to and love dies, it doesn't get better with time.
That love solidifys and rots in the center of your heart. That rotting unforgettable love turns to pain like acid from a spent core.
It eats up all the remaining parts and leaves a tarnished rigid exterior that has no pity or shame the only thing that classifies as human is blood running through the veins...
No interest in rivalries or playing of games.
Just eternal black sunshine every day's filled with rain.
Where did the splendor and happiness go?!
It was here I remember but now filled with questions to answers nobody knows.
For sake of the memory I must be strong and give it all that I've got.
For honor of a sacred bond that comes to life in each thought.
I'll never stop loving you not one lesson forgot.
You're my best friend forever I'll see you someday save a spot.....
Categories:
classifies, bereavement, best friend, cancer,
Form: Free verse
The world has ahold, of your silent soul.
The same story found, many times before.
Add some action scenes, where the hero wins.
and the breathless girl, follows close behind.
The trust of true love, classifies the heart.
and yes, it's broken, and left in its loss.
Yet there is still hope, for a heart to heal.
Where miracles mix, with our tender dreams.
Then magic happens, just like that first kiss.
The needs of the heart, always finds a way!
Categories:
classifies, love,
Form: Free verse
I AM POETRY,
AND POETRY IS ME,
NOW, WHAT I WRITE, IS WHAT DEFINES ME, AND PLUS, WHAT REFINES ME.
AND SO, HOW I WRITE, IS WHAT IDENTIFIES ME; ALSO, CLASSIFIES ME
AS TO BE ABOVE THE LINE; AND ALSO, ABOVE OTHER MINDS, I GUESS I AM ONE OF A KIND.
AND FURTHERMORE, AND WITH ALL BEING SAID,
IF YOU WANT TO KNOW ME, AND PLUS ALL ABOUT ME (AS THE POET)
THAT I AM, WELL THEN, GET IN LINE, DON'T BE BEHIND AND OPEN YOUR MIND
AND LOG IN TO MY MIND; THERE YOU WILL FIND OUT,
THAT I AM QUITE FINE, AND THAT MY RHYMES AND LINES ARE JUST A NATURAL
THING THAT IS SO DIVINE; AND ABSOLUTELY QUITE AH GOLDMINE INDEED
ALL OF THE TIME.
AND THERE YOU'LL DEFINITELY KNOW WHO I AM, WHAT I AM
AND DEFINITELY, NOT A YAM. LOL...BUT JUST AH POET WHO LOVES TO JAM
HER DAMN LINES AND RHYMES ALL OF THE TIME.
Categories:
classifies, character, cheer up, deep,
Form: Rhyme
I can never know what You want
Sometimes You want this
Sometimes You want that
Sometimes what You want is what I want
Sometimes what You want is not what I want
But it's never what I don't want
How can that be?
How did You lead me through this?
Knowing that I can never know what You want
Until I am actually doing that
You are just too incomprehensible
Unbelievable, unpredictable
I can never know You
Guess You, scrutinize You
Because You are everywhere
Into everything
And in everything
What classifies You?
You are a group of Your own
An individual of Your own
There is no one of Your own
You are Your own person
And everything You do is Your own doing
We can never be like You
Think like you do
And do it like You
So what takes us so long to know You?
Are You that hard to know?
Why can't we predict You?
You just never want us to predict You
Know what You are going to do
You like to keep us in the dark
But that is okay God
Because I don't need to see the light
As You are the light
And You will shine the way
As you always do
And You always will
Happy Easter, God
Thanks for coming
Love, your one....!
Categories:
classifies, faith,
Form: Free verse
Dangerous is presence of the feeling
called Power
The notorious fist that clenched the
sun
An abominable eye that bridled the
dark
The pride when blended with ego is
sour
And so dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called POWER
The gift of respect is wrapped with
fear
As the meagre mortal not accustom
to that touch
This simply classifies the Hut and
the tower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called power!!
The dirt u dust beats the yellow
metal
Toadies besetting like the laughing
beasts
Affection denied, only lie left to
shower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
feeling called POWER
Categories:
classifies, addiction, analogy, anger, poetry,
Form: I do not know?
Dangerous is presence of the feeling
called Power!!
The notorious fist that clenched the
sun
An abominable eye that bridled the
dark
The pride when blended with ego is
sour
And so dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called POWER
The gift of respect is wrapped with
fear
As the meagre mortal not accustom
to that touch
This simply classifies the Hut and
the tower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
the feeling called power!!
The dirt u dust beats the yellow
metal
Toadies besetting like the laughing
beasts
Affection denied, only lie left to
shower
And so Dangerous is the presence of
feeling called POWER
Categories:
classifies, growing up
Form: Free verse