I hurt someone today
I made them tremble and cry
I hung my head to pray
For my forgiveness to be nigh
I wasn't sure what I did
It was all right at the time
It's so vivid in my head
Yet my darkness made me blind
How could this all happen?
My dearest, sweetest friend?
Every time we check in
I know we've met the end
But do know I regret it
Do know that I would try
To cry out all your tears and
To take them all as mine
At nights I cry alone now
It seems I've fallen apart
But in midsts of tears I still vow
To one day heal my heart
So why now do I write this?
This horror which made me fall?
I do it to confess this
Because I trust you with my flaws
I hope this helps someone today
To know we all mess up sometimes
Bitter, and yet bittersweet
You'll be forgiven for your crimes
Categories:
midsts, blue, character, depression, forgiveness,
Form: Rhyme
A cobwebby, antiquated and
moldy. Folded pages marked by
dried tears and pressed flower
from an unforgettable love from
former sweetheart.
A classical romance, aged and
lovingly kept in between the
layers and pages, with yellowish
color from pressed flower. A memory
of a deceitful stained sin heart, left
no traces in the midsts, except,
Old scent of love poetry book at times,
overwhelming the senses, the sweet
fragrance of staleness, haunting, the
old crispy pressed flowers, reminiscing
the nostalgic love, hanging in mid-air.
It tricks the sense of smell, mind
and heart, agreed that the old scent
of poetry, still swirling the fragrance
of a lost love, haunting a desolate
soul, still longing for him to return..
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Categories:
midsts, absence, break up, emotions,
Form: Free verse
A cup of coffee in my midsts
Keeps me fit
As I open up my box of chocolates
I am bestowed with accolades
Today I feel I must pray
And must obey
Gods sumptuous
Plays!
Categories:
midsts, america, arabic, basketball, beautiful,
Form: Choka
When the Nile is but a dusty trail
and wind blows not for chime nor sail,
my love for you will still prevail.
When no distinction of night and day,
no sun nor moon; skies fade to grey,
my love for you even then won't sway.
When the universes no longer exist;
my love for you burns in the midsts.
Categories:
midsts, love, universe,
Form: Rhyme
-light house-
...lost in the deep dark dangerous fore forest of mental foresight
the pitch blindfold blocking my light of sight
and pattering feet feebly giving way for a stumble
my heavy body spatters mad, my face smudges, i crumble
i take a leap forward, a step that would be of faith
i realize i forgot to read between the slim pith...
there is much a few step in the worlds treaded miles
very few leaps of faith that that made light and smiles
still lost, very hard to find my way i try
midsts introspections and fear of re-occurrence of history,
going forwards paints backwards the presumed future
this time my own self is in destruction; my nature...
i build castles in that darkness of the night
i war, i make soldiers win battle, i too fight
in that darkness i lead a family that follows on
dreams that i cant tell when they were born
...and i follow my ambitious dream that might...
just maybe, might lead me to that search light
Categories:
midsts, introspection, metaphor, light, light,
Form: Couplet
My innocence
Sometimes
Turns me to stone
When in the wanted
Comfort of your crying eyes
I have longed to see your heart
Turn itself inside out
To see it all disjointed
Like a new born
A jigsaw for my trying
I wanted this
Yet in the midsts
Of broken pieces
I struggle
To make the picture perfect
For you
You send me a postcard
I read it well
Take your hand
And make a playful
Gesture
My childlike attendance
Doesn't seem to tender
It is not what you need
It is not want you hoped for
I have let you down
Have I been too warn down?
By tragedy and pain
Has my emotion
Gone so far back on itself
I know longer understand when I am needed...
Categories:
midsts, confusionme,
Form: I do not know?
the cold came in
like a sideways glance
from a once spectacular friend
it froze my movements
just as the labrea memorialized
the bones of other
trying beasts
with thick,
viscuid
material
to shed such matter
in such a manner
is difficult at best
easy at worst
i cannot help but to think
of the last star in view
just before
the death of the old
giving way to
the new chrysalis
developing new
forging methods
in the midsts of
all the crazies
clowns
and megalomaniacs
because
washing tides tell me
i've been all of the above
just a look
at me
i still love me
i am here
despite everything
society beats the skatt out of people
it doesn't matter who you think you are
you are human
you feel
i am humanesque
i resemble something that remembers
Love
Loyalty
Longevity
let's go-
don't give away your given place
to the fools waiting
for your compliance
shriek and call out into the darkness
to fish for those who are neccessary
to get us
out of the b.s. swamp
Categories:
midsts, friendship, happiness, holiday, life,
Form: Free verse
There was a flood in my backyard;
it outlined my land in dirt shades of florescence.
Coming out of the pond, like some creature of eau,
it ate up the grass and spit out limp coral;
frogs swam upscale, but no safety could be found
for kitten mouths clamped down, and dragged them home.
Bats turned red and wet,
they hissed with diseases clinging to their teeth;
and through the midsts of all this destruction, and tears,
there came spurting the idea of you
- how you came, like a monster made of water,
crippling creation with every electron.
Categories:
midsts, allegory, love, nature,
Form: Free verse
That night in the fields
As the moon hung low
Its light among the darkened grass
The wind blew cool
Playing with the stars as they shone
And there
In the midsts of their twinkles
I saw your face
Your love breaking the night
Shinning brighter than day
I felt peace
In your arms
Among your words
My sanity
As I stood in the wake of your shadow
You stand tall and proud
Of all you done
In this life
Everyone loves you
None more than I do
That night
In the fields
As the moon climbed high
Its pale glow fading slowly
I found my place
And though the stars
Twinkled into the light
As the sun mounted its horizon
I could still see your face
Rolling softly in the clouds
Making it clear
That I will always have a place
Categories:
midsts, mother, moon,
Form: I do not know?