Thoughts
They come to me
Why pretend
Some we act on some we don’t
Some bring me shame
Some bring me honour
Some bring me good things
Some will bring me bad things
Some will make me rich
Some will make me poor
It’s the good thoughts that count
Bringing happiness joy and laughter
It’s what we act on in the end
That's life.
Searching for the perfect days
Might feel like searching for needle,
In scattered hay
Searching with hand, might not work
Using a magnet,
Might ease your search
Dozens of glass pieces glittered all over the floor.
A photo of their
wedding day lay bare between her feet.
She felt its nakedness warping it
gently in the soft breeze breeze,
blowing from her mother-in-law’s room. It was
an omen. She painstakingly collected
all the pieces, and meticulously
joined them together with superglue.
Once again the photo was vacuumed
away from the sands of time.
The bonding though, looked as though it was
disintegrating.
It's 1 am and I'm trying to sleep
The stillness of night disturbed by shrieks
Noise that I couldn't stand
Why must I be so quick to cry?
Forgive me again, once more this instance
It's hard to live when things are like this
I want to cry to someone
But I just might be more of a burden
It's hard to keep it in
Trying to put up a façade is tiring
Sometimes I just want to let it all out
Is love truly gone & replaced by anger?
How petty to hear your reasonings
But who am I to judge when I don't know all
I don't want to resent you
But you're giving me reasons to rethink that
I prayed that I might not sin because of it
Should I just keep silent or speak?
Looks like the former is more appealing
But it still breaks my heart I might burst
Sometimes I think what would've happened
If your regrets didn't happen?
Would you truly be happier?
Maybe, maybe not.
Life has a way of interrupting your joys
No wonder others choose death
Worry not, I'm not stupid to do that
But it seems I might've already died inside.
(Strong Emotions Poetry Contest)
August 7th. 2022
For STRONG EMOTIONS POETRY CONTEST
By: Emile Pinet
Emotions chosen: Despair, Love
Like the waves on a shore
In a windy day, my thoughts strike
My mind constantly
For answers, for the curiosity
To find something
In the grain of sand among
The sands of thoughts in my head
It’s too hard to keep concentrated
but , it’s harder to give up
Not after all that you’ve come through
May be that is why, the waves never
Stop pounding on the shore
Without answers, without anything in return
May be sometimes, you just try
And try again
May be life is what’s worth
All the try
Oh, the directions
My god..
South in the mind, the ripping
How it tears us all to pieces
Then just as fast, a smiling child
Clutching onto a skirt
North, the stretch of asphalt
That disappears never
And can crash into the ocean
Then thread itself together again
To bridge the awful trench
Between the two—
is Here
Where these watchtowers look down
With eyes of stone and eyes of light
Threatening, daring the soul to take a step
Then reaching out its soft hand like a grandmother
To hoist the life from its knees
People will never stop judging you
But never let that stop you from slaying
Your every wish will not be fulfilled
But never let that stop you from praying.
You'll keep getting hurt a number of times
But never let that make you weaker
It is just trying to teach you something
You just need to think a bit deeper.
You are not too young to die
But never let that stop you from living.
People will take advantage of you
But never let that stop you from giving.
You'll fall, you'll fail
But never let that stop you from trying
Your efforts won't go in vain
One day, you'll be flying.
Life will always seem complicated
But never let that stop you from being glad
Cause sooner or later you'll realize
Life isn't THAT bad.
The Path is not too occupied,
That all would struggle and yet fight.
Let all pick himself his own path,
By that will we get all things right.
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