There is nothing to destroy me,
Its me who destroys these,
After them what would I remain,
Nothing else, they will talk in my brain,
Life has gone crazy and it will go,
Until I am lazy, unless I grow,
They say I should talk,
Unaware of my fear of drop,
The discomfort I have,
Is the mum of a living grave,
The hidden darkness,
Is attempt of being socially fearless,
The truth of my life,
Is close to a knife,
The fear of my after spoil,
Drains the fire with more oil,
They come, be, flow,
I keep it rewinding slow,
Observe their flawless meet,
Retry on it but silence seems sweet,
I derive the meet from my thoughts,
That once some would die,
Candles lit up and souls be brought,
Our hearts be deep but the eyes won't try,
The peace will be felt in memories,
This way the relationships will breathe,
Missing each other in a powerful pause,
Everything stays broken for just one cause,
Love all but none,
It's in the heart but the mind,
In future we become stone,
Though doubtfully, we would never mind,
Categories:
doubtfully, emotions,
Form: Quatrain
Emotionally wrecked something is wrong within my brain.
Hard to keep from slipping, going insane.
Feeling as tho everyone is picking on me.
Cant find the truth, I have no reality.
Broken inside, from all the self doubt.
Cant find my way, I cant get out.
Panicking, thinking once again I'm to blame.
Emotionally wrecked, something is wrong in my brain.
Truths and lies, they begin to blur.
Knowing they'll blame me again, this time for sure.
Wanting, needing to hear their laugh, their soft touch.
But knowing I've already ruined so much.
Erasing the pain is nearly impossible.
Knowing inside that I am responsible.
Maybe if I pretend it didnt happen, just hit ignore.
Truth and lies, they begin to blur.
Categories:
doubtfully, anxiety, family, hurt, lonely,
Form: Prose
she had
a baby
well
he had
helped
make it so
she had she
doubtfully
Eve came
from a rib
but most
certainly
Adam came
from Eve's
cono
Categories:
doubtfully, muse,
Form: I do not know?
Safe places are hard when you hide from sharp eyes.
Anxiety says: when you’re a mouse, you scurry fast.
The mouse wonders… what if the eagle nearby is skillfully disguised?
Little mouse trembles when dark might be the shadow of wings.
Little mouse knows the grin could be stuck on a talon.
Doubtfully, hopefully, little mouse whispers, whiskers quivering:
the eagle is nowhere.
Looks to the sky and finds
a swift and starving falcon.
Categories:
doubtfully, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
The one for Africa,
Then he to manage Australia.
While threnos in charge of Europe,
And quatrain to qoute the queens of Asia.
His fifth by love access south America,
That she will not be drenched in the loo of lucifer.
Next to his perfection surveyed North America,
That sheol spray no coquette to her.
His perfection succour in mending ocenia robe.
That she will by no means sing hynms in the lake of fire:
These are his distributions,
His seven spirits; Yet he proffer solutions.
Cryptical: Yet,i'm doubtfully convinced.
Tepids,misogynist,troupers,atheist; Be relieved!.
C.2017
Categories:
doubtfully, allusion, , atheist,
Form: Narrative
I come across a very life like display
(doubtfully claimed to be the work of some
first grader) of every planet and star
in the Milky Way sky. For the solar system
he’s used Styrofoam balls, and each of them
are unique artistic expressions: on Mars,
it seems the sea came to be by a thumb
being pressed on the surface. The array
of color in Jupiter’s eye fill my
own with tears for their beauty, as do Pluto’s
light brown heart and Venus’s orange swirling paint.
But what really gets me is the moon’s faint
outline of a smile that for no reason glows.
“You made this?” I ask; “Believe it.” - His shining reply.
5/9/2017
For Shadow Hamilton’s Night Time Sky Sonnet Contest
(this has a rhyme scheme of: a/b/c/d/d/c/b/a/e/f/g/g/f/e)
Categories:
doubtfully, faith, god, space,
Form: Sonnet
Today I looked upon the great blue sea
and longed to be the captain of a ship
with unhindered dreams. My sites set
on wonder while my thoughts of shore
I would doubtfully ponder.
The smell of the salt and sea, where it
may lead me, I would leave to mystery.
Days of sun warming my soul and nights
filled with darkness lit by starlight drifting
ever so slow.
The song of the albatross would calm my
mind as the thoughts of the world I would
leave far behind. Warm conch shell dinners
and rum, my belly would be filled and in late
October, their warmth would heal the damp
chill.
A distant light house would be my guide
to stay at sea and from the shoreline, hide.
My heart for a moment did skip a beat as I
thought about the treasures that lay not just
at the bottom so deep, but of the soul that I
would forever in memory, get to keep.
Categories:
doubtfully, adventure, beauty, dream, longing,
Form: Rhyme
She couldn't believe her ears
they'd never spoken before,
but today was a funny old day
of that she was doubtfully sure.
She couldn't believe her eyes,
what a smell they sent to her brain,
for today was a funny old day
and she didn't get wet in the rain.
She couldn't believe her nose
such a sight she never had seen,
but today was a funny old day,
the strangest that there's ever been
She couldn't believe her mouth
not a taste had been sent to her mind,
for today was a funny old day
of the very peculiar kind.
She tried to believe her left hand.
it felt real, she really could touch,
but today was a funny old day
so she couldn't believe it too much.
She has to believe in one sense,
but which one, she couldn't decide.
'Why is it a funny old day?' she asked,
'That's life dear,' her big toes replied.
Categories:
doubtfully, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
I'm Stella, I was10 years old when I've met Yijing first time.
I never forget that day, a mystery case happened.
To detect the truth, I made my sense sharpened.
But finally, Luna solved it spending almst no time.
The incident was lost of My favorite sweets !!
I cried so much that I couldn't do anythhing more.
Next day, when I was searching clues entire floor,
Luna came to my home, and slowly took her sheets.
She told me she heard this from my mother
And, "I know who did it. My master", she said regretfully
"But your master means,,", I asked her surprisingly.
She asserted flatly,"Yes, your father."
"How did you know that ?", I said this time doubtfully.
"By my skill.", She only replied heedlessly.
Fengleishanren.
Categories:
doubtfully, childhood, cry, girl, life,
Form: Sonnet
Angel
A hand with full of blessings
A heart which is full of loves
She might be angel with a great hearts
We call her "mother" a symbol of morals
Always care about our feelings
Help us to make what we are all's
God make us but she defines us
In return want nothing only love's
But give unconditionally in doubtfully
We are nothing we are everything
Just because she made with all sense
Like care, love ,understanding and blessings
Angel is what don't I know but
Only I know that mother is one of them and best among all
Categories:
doubtfully, angel, appreciation, cute love,
Form: ABC
Sometimes, Poet goes to the party.
Neglecting solitary for awhile.
Searching words in the open air.
"I hope I can find the most beautiful poem here."
This night, I'm very proud with my most colorful body.
On an arrival, I try to change my suffering card with a glass of laugh.
"Please, don't forget that tear of the card.
It will toss in the end of the party," said a man with the shoe,
who standing aside the door.
He's a waiter or the man who guests waiting for,
just because on their arrival, he becomes the first goal.
But my welcome drink isn't finished yet when I very shock surprised.
"Why the loneliness of mine is here too?"
Maybe silently it goes, just before the door unlocked.
To it I doubtfully walk.
"Ah, are you invited too?" It faster asks.
Between felt peevish and ashamed, bashful I am.
When I bow my head, again I surprised: I wear the wrong shoes!
“Don’t worry, it’s a shoes party. You can take a chance
dating the most ideal ones somehow.”
I still haven’t any clue, why my solitary
is very comfortable by now.
2007
Categories:
doubtfully, philosophy,
Form: Narrative
hes a different breed.
further from anything ive liked before.
different crowds, styles, ideals.
he's asked me before,
about french class, about libraries.
i nod my head.
playing it cool? i ask myself doubtfully.
i don't know where my words went,
my tongue couldnt answer if it tried.
and i walk a bit too briskly,
my stance is awkward while everyone waits for the bell to ring,
on edge.
he doesnt think i like him,
its not something i preach.
we could never be highschool lovers,
in the backseat,
in his bedroom.
he could never understand me.
what intelligent conversations would we ever have?
hes so generic, like mid-priced beer,
fun to have around, but not a taste i could savour.
and im too much like lsd slipped into 10 out of 14 cokes.
you never know when i am there,
how i'll be,
whether youll like it or not.
its better that the words stay lodged in my throat,
too weak to escape,
too bitter too swallow.
Categories:
doubtfully, life, people, teen, words,
Form: Free verse
You speak not of me nor question my existence
You walk through life on the path of least resistance
Black sheep am I your name to you I shame
True loss I have known yet you take no blame
Your face now I would not recognize
Take no pride in this ask but neither should you sympathize
For my life and dreams have flourished
With my heart and love my children I have nourished
My gifts from heaven these boys have been
With time I have watched them grow into wonderful young men
Great treasures life has given me
Your daughter and her children you will never see
My father am I buried somewhere in your memory?
Doubtfully which does not surprise me
When your time on Earth has ended
This is one fence you will not have mended
Sadly one thing I am sure we will both share
Neither one of us will care
Categories:
doubtfully, father, life, life, children,
Form: I do not know?