and I see truer perfections
in every bit of you
that you shy away from
I am a map
of my own history
I am worth
rediscovering
Its timid timeout strikes a muted chord,
Heart beats at peace and mindful spin’s on hold,
Overtures of serenity unfold
Amidst mundane routine - a rare reward.
It tiptoes at the sounds of silence mode,
Its quietude, though fleeting, feels so good.
Rekindling carefree echoes of childhood
Before the adult footfalls trudge the road.
I languorously steep in its slow still,
Soak every bit of calm it wafts away,
Serenity - my bestie, if I may,
Most coveted and cherished, if you will.
In the deepest of my heart, she is there.
In the storms of life, she holds tight and is ready to go through it all
During the moment of tears, she understands every bit that drops
When she is hurt so badly, she still feels there is someone to cater for
The world does not understand her love
It is a lesson to be taught in every institution
She is the angel of time that knows what is to be done
In her hurt, she presents the sweeter aspect of her love
Wandering across the world to compare her love was a grievous mistake
There was none compared to her
Her success dwells on the prize, not the process
When all is gone in the passing of time, she is the ‘last man standing.’
She defines love with her character and erases wrong with a listening ear
She goes through the thick and thin hustle to perfect everything within and without
How can this rose of love be rewarded?
Appreciate her with the best of might.
It is the necessity for nourishment and growth
It is the moment of Yes, I do!
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Matthew D.
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5/12/26 12:47 pm
I am the waking sky.
From ravaged rose,
Vivid violets,
Bleeding blues,
And barbed Blackness.
Every bit of flesh, bone, and blood fills with Colors that sear through even iron-skinned bodies.
Rose-wounds, blood oozing from trust torn out of my chest.
Violet is the world stitched quiet at last.
Blue, sorrow puddled under my splintering ribs born from the nights you belonged everywhere but beside me.
And Black,
The part of me carved out by the blade of your tongue,
Left a cavity where warmth used to breathe.
Cold settles like dust in the hollow of my chest.
But even the darkest nights eventually thin,
And the sun emerges washing the darkness in gold that sings and colors carrying a mercy I never expected.
Each ray finds my shattered body where I fell,
The sun caresses me with warm hands pressing trust into my veins,
Light returning to my eyes,
And softness to my skin.
Should we postulate seeing beyond gain?
Hmm! Life isn't meant for peoples to endure.
In spades, no one should be going through pain,
To get good standard of living secure.
Unquestionably, this life is fair;
For every cane, is a bubbly champagne.
Yet, most if not all should be so aware;
For every rain, is a valid sun drain.
We all at one instance smell the trouble...
With burdened heart; a lofty tense weight.
Soon, our blessed luck shall become double,
If to every bit of hay we do haste.
Maturity might so get us bothered,
Positivity will have us covered.
How did all this begin
How did this illness start
When I was being torn to pieces
Or when I was completely ripped
apart
Everyday being consumed with intense unrelenting sadness
Not understanding why pushed me
further into madness
As my mental health continued to
quickly decline
Dark clouds rolled in the sun just
wouldn’t shine
These overpowering emotions I just
couldn’t control
Every bit of hope I once had they had
entirely stole
Emotional overload was bursting out
at the seams
The deafening sound of my own
internal tortured screams
Overwhelmed broken and knocked
down to my knees
This depression of mine will surely be
my fatal disease
F - For every thirsty throat in every season
R - Relief it gives like an oasis in a desert
U - Unlike others, it is served before and after meals
I - Irrespective of age, it is liked by all equally
T - Taste buds long to savour its each and every bit
S - Sugar or jaggery can be used in its making
A - An elixir on earth to serve on every occasion
L - Loaded with pieces of nuts and cubes of
colourful fruits
A - A rare feast to every eye it provides
D - Day or night, the more you eat the more you
want
N- narrow rings of spaghetti cooked
O- oodles of steaming dish in platters
O- offshoot of Chinese gourmet, hot and spicy
D- delightful mix of veggies, egg and prawns
L- lovesome meal on a weekend outing
E- enjoyed with friends and family
S- special celebration on my son’s birthday!
C- chilli chicken with noodles make a good combo.
H- heavenly feel it gives that lingers on
I- intimate company of kith and kin.
L- laughter, teasing and merry making
L- lovesome ambience of a breezy evening
I- incredible aroma that made mouths drool
C- cooked in my home kitchen with
H- healthy ingredients carefully chosen.
I- Indian cuisine liked by young and old.
C- chilly and soya sauce make it delicious
K- ketchup also adds to its taste
E- everyone seemed to enjoy every bit of morsel
N- nibbling slowly, my son had a second helping.
I am a busy and the mostly used level road which connects the cities to follow.
I take all the pain due to laden speedy vehicles on my chest in a speedy go.
I take the immensely loud noises and extreme heats in dry sunny days not a long ago,
I wet myself in heavy rains and never escape even during cyclonic storms in dismay.
I cry for the victims of unfortunate incidents and hold the bodies and belongings of their remains,
People of all caste, creed, colour and gender use my body as a medium to sustain.
I am silently watching everyone to provide a plot and platform for smooth go without being detained.
My surface scars are deepening and worsening and has no chance to recover,
I promise and assure to give my every bit to help in making a clear way for all my fellow survivors.
Screw this place the god damn dissapoint
not in the first place but last we all are here
i hate every bit of this country that judges my name and where i come from over my beautiful songs. There is no room for dreams here just propaganda walls and toilet scrawls i hate it here, i truly do, i have lost my nerves, my back, my knees, and even my mind and for what, for who, there is nobody here worth impressing but racist people and capitalist pigs who profit before beauty hate over poetry i hope that one day i will be able to make up all my lost time here and replace it by box on the beach and happy life
There is nothing but hate here people and i always knew from day one when i was brought here against my will, i am going to hell.
“There’s a world where you’re my wife
And we live in this house on Kent Street
And enjoy a quiet life”
- Anna K Jacobs: Letting You Go
And we go to church on Sundays
Every week begins anew
And the priest says Sunday’s better
Cause his gospel sings the truth
I feel his words inside me calling
Begging to believe without proof
But there’s a feeling now that’s stronger
And it tells me it’s no use
I wish I could believe
I bet I could and still be me
I wish I could have faith
But I can't believe
What I can’t see face to face
I wish I could hear God
I could preach his word to all
He would speak and I’d nod
I’d give my sermons
And the churchgoers would applaud
Every bit of hate I’d block
Cause I’d know I had the thing
Most everyone dreamed of
My Best Friend Doesn’t Speak to Me
My best friend is Ivy, my amazing child.
No matter how far down I fall,
she always lifts me with her smile.
Ivy can’t walk, she can’t talk—
it’s been hard right from the start.
Yet still she walks all over me
and never fails to melt my heart.
Men dream of walking their little girl
down the long wedding aisle.
I’ll never have that moment;
life is such a heavy trial.
I kiss her, catch her gaze, and whisper,
“Daddy loves you.”
When I look into her eyes,
I know she loves me too.
She speaks to me in ways
no one else can understand—
the love of my life,
my confidant, my best friend.
I would give anything to hear
three simple words fall from her lips.
But I accept this path with grace;
this is the hand I’ve been dealt,
and I choose to cherish every bit of it.
My best friend doesn’t speak to me,
yet deep inside I know it’s true:
if only she could, she’d say,
“Daddy, I love you.”
A fire engine red square in a blue circle,
that’s the very definition of monachopsis.
I am blanketed languishing in all of this,
it’s tiresome living life like it’s on critical.
Fluctuating between stability and gone,
so many memories attached to four walls.
Walking that fine line I slip and it all stalls,
thrown down persuaded I’m the only one.
Battering hard every bit of my equilibrium
is a vision of how everything was before.
Each person that has danced on this floor
hit a beat now attached to my desiderium.
The last moments of this legendary venue
tears spring to my eyes as I see the lights.
This stage where I spent so many nights
will never give another band their debut.
I am a mad poet that talks to a celestial lover,
That runs towards the sun while I run towards you,
But from time to time, even she stops to watch my endeavor,
To see if between us will bloom something new.
It didn’t, it doesn’t and it won’t.
And now, I wish I knew how to quit you,
I wish I didn’t see myself in the gray, despairing moon,
That towards the sun she walks and walks anew,
But won’t reach soon.
So here I am, on a starless night,
Where only the moon is witness to my doom,
As in fields of sorrow I throw myself into,
Thinking of only you.
And I talk to her about you,
I tell her every bit of reminiscence I have on us,
Why?
For even when I’ll be gone, the world shouldn't stop talking about you,
Since a mortal life is too short to keep the memory of you alive.
In some other universes, we met sooner,
We loved and may have also fought harder.
But I believe in this one, we were destined
To become our best selves; it was all fated.
I know why I love you with and without reason.
I need you for the rest of my life, every season.
In this world, it is where I am most awakened.
Blessed with awareness to point I'm shakened.
I can tell why you love with little explanation.
You need every bit of my sincerest affection.
In this world, you longed for a love so different.
You are blessed with a lover: me, not ignorant.
I know in this universe, we were meant to meet
When we feel like we're finally on our own feet.
Your voice, your face bring me a new serenity.
Mine make you feel true love and true amity.
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