It might be a tragedy,
Might be something unethical,
Might be a disaster,
Waiting to happen somehow soon.
It is no bigger than a cyclone,
But it overflows tremendously.
It might not be just a slaughter,
But it might be something physical yet emotional.
There might be a paradise,
There might be a homicide,
There might be a genocide
In the mind of an idiot.
There might be blood on white satin,
It might be chaos within;
Something so cynical,
Yet it looks like a miracle.
This is the breakthrough,
From the surface to the veil underneath.
I wanted to tell you this secret for so long,
You might know it from the very beginning!
1st Placing : Standard Contest : Sept.25
Sponsor : Charles Messina
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Raw emotion
Sure devotion ~
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Fine face is a mirror, A good smile is its arc, Courage is its armour, Emotion is its architect
I see the way the trees sway when your name leaves my lips
I hear the screams of their howls and the thoughts they wish to blow away
Their thoughts,
My thoughts,
Our thoughts,
They become whole, they become one
Together with nature, yet keep me grounded
I still think about you, I see us in the stars and your face in the moon
A warning from the earths own mother, that I can only choose to listen to
their eyes meet for a
moment—grief flickers softly
then drifts into streets
A shape of the void is providing innumerable occupations for characters on the stage to emote through clearest and wet lightning
the distortion of audience perspective sustains briefly
Pleiades: images designed to appeal to themselves
between us
winter chillness
calling
thunderclap
without bending
its cultural boundaries
somewhere among the shaded trees this version of Tuesday
Almost asleep,
almost awake,
she floats
where walls
melt like
sugar in rain.
Her breath
becomes wind,
her skin
becomes sky,
her heart
becomes
all the hearts
that ever beat.
In this
soft place
between yes and no,
between here and there,
she grows
larger than
any name
they gave her.
She dreams
herself wide
as the world,
endless as morning,
free as water
finding its way home.
Glistening
the dew shines upon your skin
threatening
to disturb everlasting bliss
all things shall pass, like the 'morrow
cling not to the strife,
nor the sorrow
Hiding
these feelings from your kin
bleeding
converge upon deaths kiss
nigh, the fleeting pass of life
your heart i wish to borrow
I emerge from echoes, from a dungeon so deep,
To erase the ink of inner turmoil you keep.
Thy mollycoddled soul, relegated to bits,
Here's tulsi for the bruises where life's pain sits.
I'm the crucible's fire, shaping an alchemist’s design,
An emotional release, making every space divine.
And so I wrote another poem, love
Are there any regrets running through your mind,
Or was it just me all along?
You kept telling me it’s because of your idleness,
Yet I long for something more
And so I wrote another poem, love
Is there any pain in your heart,
Or was it just me all along?
You kept speaking of promises,
Yet you keep forgetting them
And so let me write another poem, love
There was a time you’d move the heavens and earth
You said that feeling was still real,
Yet your words are the only ones left here
And so let me write another poem, love
Is there anyone keeping you from chasing that dream,
Or was it me who wasn’t worth it?
You can run from here,
Yet you’re still staying
And so I wrote this poem, love
I am afraid of the things that don’t last
Just like this poem;
Expressed, but never spoken
I would numb the pain if I had the chance,
I would sew back all the hurt
I would go back in time to just take away the pain,
But I can't it's too late.
I would live back the memories,
I would laugh back at the jokes
I would freeze the moment when I did not have to break down and crumble,
I wish I did, I wish I thought, I wish ...
Wishes are regrets, wishes is the guilt you feel
Maybe it would have turned out a different way
Or maybe it wouldn't so now what??
Does time stop for you?
Does it wait until your fine and healed?
Does life ever have mercy on you?
Does it feel your emotions and tears??
Do we just grow numb from the pain or,
Do we just change ourselves
Do we just fall and never get back up,
Do we ever forgive ourselves?
Maybe one day I'll understand or maybe I won't,
Maybe I'll grow out of it
Maybe I'll forget or maybe it will haunt me down,
Food for thought.
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