I am too fragile to let people penetrate into my inner world,
Too shy to complain about something, to express my dissatisfaction,
So sensitive that their words become burdens heavy to carry,
Too emotional to handle the turmoil that haunts my heart.
I am chaos, a strange one, always known as being unknown,
Silence and time spent alone are often my refuges,
Thus, my story becomes hidden, an untold and forgotten tale,
Yes, I am often misunderstood, as if I stay in my comfort zone.
But, honestly, it's not a comfort zone, but rather my own universe,
A place where I find myself, where I weigh my thoughts and dreams,
A sanctuary of silence where I can clearly hear my heartbeats,
An esoteric refuge where light and shadow dance in harmony.
Here, where reality and imagination intertwine in silence,
I build my world from dreams and unspoken desires,
A place where time loses its meaning and I can truly be myself,
Living in my own world, a story of unspoken words.
Like a dust that has been blown away
If I only had the chance to really say
But I can only stand on the dock of a bay
Within this soul there is a empty world inside
With no one near or anybody far
Not even a single wound or a mere scar
No love, hate or pride
Just a place where I can hide
Cry alone, sit down and gaze at the sky
A perfect world brought on by my mind
Strange that this is not the same outside
If only my mind could let me blend in
Release this soul from the pain
Like the person who was just born again
If I only had the chance to really say
But just like the dust
I've been blown away
Away from the breath of life
Stuck inside this world made up by my mind
A silent peaceful lonely world, island paradise
But I doubt this is the reality I yearned for
This soul just want to go outdoors
Be free and discover the meaning of the real world
But just like the dust
I've been blown away
and each sunset
reminding us
that in the end
memories are all we have
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
The biggest question of language in text book demands,
Primarily,
-Are you diaper trained?
Secondly,
-I do not care about your Brest fed strength.
DAMN!
And all I will show you that I can afford a display board
live and 24 hour befitting services
For sisterhood, for brotherhood,
Holy Garbage and trivial Garbage
Michelle with Muslim in –laws or
Hussein in with linked errors.
These kinds of stuffs.
The wide of the sea
Dwells in me
At night
The calm of the forest
Deep in my heart
Resides
The height of the sky
Lifts me up
Eagle flight
The chaos of the city
Fumes inside
Then hides
The bright of the star
Calls me ever
To it
The love of the earth and hearth
Keeps me to them
Eventide
I sit on a mountain in my mind,
Away from everything, especially time,
And the longer I sit, I start to feel it,
But then a storm comes along,
And I'm washed up to where I belong.
In the valleys far down, I find myself, I am found.
Ahead, a long trek, but I'm not finished yet.
I'm beginning to learn, the way we think can turn,
The reason for things, that I once could find,
Do not exist now, well not in my mind,
The angles have changed, no longer standing in range,
Getting use to the way, of living day by day.
For it seems to me, that we shall always be,
With our trivial chores, and meaningless clause,
But we know deep down, there is more hanging around,
As long as we see through to the truth,
Then the truth will always be found.
/|\
(9/22/2016)
if my inner world
binds one light with moons in space...
I must be their child
..............
Haiku on Probabilities Contest
Sponsor: Marvin Celestial
by nette onclaud
Haiku per Haiku,
Reflection of outer world
Inner still dormant
Can’t feel anything
Even the biggest pain
Blood oozing gently
From fresh wounds
Doesn’t help either
Just coloring hands
Skin cut in stripes
Showing the flesh
Scars will remind
This moment of past
Looking for help
No one has time
Trying to beg
They turn their back
What can I do?
Just sit and wait
Maybe some day
You’ll come and help...
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