To live bound by “integrity”, where rectitude derides you? It’s starkly accustomed. I enrooted, enclosed by academics--the desolate nature of my sentience consuming my interior. Nether perfection defenestrates my subsequent--and I’m so damn tired. Extort my studies till blood seeps via my retinas, weave my pencil till the anathematic led ruptures; a mere standard in our education. Sacrifice my youth as to my future, conglomerate extracurriculars till my collapse, lay none betwixt within life and school; label it as a system. Shut up, shut up all of you! My exertion incapable of being compensated for—silence, silence, all of you! Toil seldom for me, subsequently bequeathing my labor… Discard my passion, coerce me to fill the perforated gaps in tuition—quiet, quiet, all of you! Refrain from protesting till your own encounter, and perpetually weep!
Shut up, all of you
My future prioritized
Discard my own youth
Categories:
enrooted, angst, anxiety, courage, dance,
Form: Haibun
you don't need any glasses to walk into heaven
you don't need any shoes to put on your eyes
there'll be no marriages or devioce
no need to adopt children we're already here
won't need sunglasses for the Son or the Father brilliants
shines forever
won't need doctors cause there'll be no more sickness no more pain
won't umbrella for it ain't no more rain
the Father and Son shall reign together forever
all you need do is come on in
don't need a road map compass or GPX
enrooted routing to heaven's gate
no need for calling for reservations
won't need any fancy suit or tailored dress;
you won't even have to look your best
and the only address, you'll need
the place your looking for it's here called HEAVEN
you won't need no apparel won't need no apparel
the need of apparel for heaven is just bringing your SOUL
don't you wanna go
Categories:
enrooted, analogy, angel, blessing, celebration,
Form: Free verse
New are few
“Long long ago” was the fashion of old
As this art of start was passion of gold
By dysgenic, the of purity was sold
Hence the words of world had turn into mold.
From tad to teen are on the fence
Feeling proud stayed out of commonsense
Like the rising sun searching for moon
And blindly sets thinking it’s coming soon.
Culture melts with fashion spells
As it’s enrooted the parents as ringing bells
Our earth mates think they are prime
Thus many lives are spoiled with this crime.
Change yourself and change your mates
Or the situation chases u with head breaking fates
Its good to follow the older views
Rather changing the idom “new are few”.
Categories:
enrooted, change, character,
Form: Verse