The stars are flint in a barren sky,
And every wind that passes by
Is only a whisper of goodbyes.
I’ve drunk the dusk, I’ve tasted pain,
The rose was ash, the song was rain,
And every touch has left a stain
That no new morning clears again.
I once believed in love like fire—
A golden thing, a high desire—
But now I walk through fields of wire
And dreamless sleep is all I hire.
Oh heart, poor fool, be still, be small,
Let silence be your final call—
For beauty weeps beneath it all
And I am tired, tired of the fall.
Sigh—what more is there to say?
Keep life moving forward
Even if it's going the way
Not the same with before
Sometimes, be aggressive
To build up armour for self
Sometimes, being gentle
To feel relatable with others
Sometimes, play the fool
To see the true colors of many
Life isn't always good
It depends on whom you turn to.
As semicolon
That goes further on,
I tend to infuse
Support to mental health issues
And convey the idea that
One’s story is not over yet,
O to stand by their side
Often to help prevent suicide,
Saying, it’s not the end,
And I think they understand.
For, what so be the sigh of strife,
No full stop does stop journey’s life.
__________________
Happenings |41.01.2025|life, fashion
Note: Some, facing mental health issues today go in for a semicolon (;) tattoo.
Another day has come and gone
As I sit here alone,
Another year again passed by,
As I sit here alone and try not to cry.
So many things we had yet to do,
So many dreams we had now will never come true.
Memories are all that’s left for me,
Dreams of a life that never again will be.
This was my life a few years ago,
Lost and alone with no direction to follow.
Yet somehow I found an inner strength
Deep in my soul,
And it replaced this broken soul and
Once again made it whole.
The unreachable dreams are not impossible anymore,
I found the key to open the door.
And though I still am alone,
I have new dreams to follow and
I now can go on.
Nothing was interesting about me.
We all just want a talk, a fun.
How could I done it different?
It's another sleepless night
I feel like giving up in this fight
The pills I take for the pain
But the sadness remains
I ask myself how I can take control
In my mind, I'm not that old
Sometimes depression is hard to bear
Every day I say so many prayers
This life of mine was always worth living
But something in my life is still missing
I have a flood of tears inside of me
I guess I feel something inside of me already died
During the day I show people I'm happy
But at night I know I'm unhappy
Sometimes you never want to wake up
But I know the next day my sadness will still be stuck
I guess inside my life is dying
And I keep asking myself why do I keep on trying
Today the doctor is helping me with my depression
And I hope he will lead me in the right direction
Inside of me, there is a happy person, whom I want to be
But in life, we know there is no guarantee
Life may cease for you
life may cease for me
but it will always go on
without you
without me
How sweet the sorrow
How deep the void
We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us.
With wishful eye is cast memory’s glance to those prints found falling forever behind, the spirit of their artist slowly fading from this earth as the winds of time swallow even our own mind’s memory of their placement.
Gathered in our grief,
huddled in our memories, recalling the joys,
experiencing the heartache, sharing the load of all those who will somehow carry on,
we proceed in reaffirmed certainty of our own impending fate,
less in number
aware of our solitude
all the more alone
yet better for having had a moment in which to share life's path together.
Old Abandoned, Rundown House
We can still see home to this day,
Which will eventually pass away;
Finally would fade into past at last,
While we stood there all aghast.
With seasons house blended in;
Trees lost leaves appearing thin;
All you could see was brown bark;
Landing on had been a lonely lark.
Song was with sadness and dismay;
For a while was were he would stay;
When we would look every where
Poor bird no longer had been there.
Weather was really crisp and cold;
Ice and snow had formed a mold;
Which could be seen in a sheet
That I had found under my feet.?
Complete silence was the only thing
There when bird left while on wing
This is time we suggest will be best
To have gone on another quest.
So much time since you left.
I still see you.
It does good for me.
LAST NIGHT YOU SCARED ME!
But before that you dared me
to find you now.
And now it is now, and I may
think the way you did,
when you were my heroes
and I was a kid.
This kid will soon be sixty-two.
How about that, brothers?
Look what I did!
I've loved you to an extend
that I don't understand
I've love you to the point
of going insane
of breaking my own life
of causing me pain
so I could be by your side
so I could be your friend.
I've loved you but who knows
if that was even love
or if it was just an illusion
I needed to hold before
just for me to stay alive
just for me to not to be alone
Just for me to believe in something
like once I believed in God.
I've love you and is sad
to think of what I've done
to see what I've left behind
to see what l what I've lost
and to think I won't get it back
cuz there is not return
cuz time doesn't retract
cuz the show must goes on.
Jessica
(30/07/23)
In the realm of life, let us go on a journey,
Sails are raised to catch the wind's sweet fury.
We shall dance to a rhythm, distinct and unique,
As currents burst forth, eager for us to sail.
In the river of faith, we shall come alive,
Where past is buried, and new cycles arise.
With hinds' feet, we tread on higher places,
Walking on heights with courageous faces.
Breakthroughs shall find us, and miracles divine,
Dreams once hidden, now resurrected in time.
Destinies awakened, shining with hope's light,
As heaven descends, transforming the night.
With divine permission, we rise to embrace,
Our role in Christ, weaving heaven's embrace.
For in this life's tapestry, we hold the key,
To reign and rule, with grace and dignity.
So let our hearts be stirred, our souls set aflame,
By the power of His Blood, invoking His Name.
Let us answer the call, to bring heaven down,
As we man our gates, with purpose profound.
Poetry is like a motion
You see the junction
And the function
To ride the railroad
Till the end of the world
MY HEART WILL STILL GO ON
You can hit me with your words
Kill me with your eyes
Make me trip with your gaze
Melt my heart with your stare
Make my heart skip a beat with your glance
Make me fall for you within a blink of an eye
Take me places with just a smile
But my heart will still go on
Does my intelligence upset you?
Does my kindness upset you?
Does my maturity entice you?
Does my beauty cajole you?
Does my stare make your heart twitch?
Does my smile give you butterflies in the belly?
Does my touch wake the vampire version in you?
Does my kiss make your knees weak?
Does my heart bring you closer to me?
Does it upset you how l make your blood boil with each step I take closer?
Does my sexiness upset you?
But my heart will still go on
Isn’t it pretty alluring how l became a crackerjack in your life,
A cure to your insomnia,
A sensation that fills the void in you,
An elucidation to your problems,
The only white flag in your life,
The only star that pops during daylight,
The only reason you have to hold on,
The only pain that gives you pleasure
But even though my heart will still go on
the little mice
that operate
traffic lights
recently went
on strike.
they said
it was the working
conditions,
but if we're
being honest,
I think it was
because last
year the city
banned
casual fridays.
have you ever
seen a mouse
try to put
a tie on? It's a
tough ask for
their little paws.
anyway, in their
absence, the city
emergency hired
frogs to code-switch
reds & greens.
it's great to see
little amphibians
march to work
in their ties,
but their clammy
little hands
are a traffic
terror.
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