There are so many voices heard and unheard in me.
I want to listen to the silences that are making noise inside.
You define me a “you” though.
One voice orders me to go,
(Or should I say I?)
Other pleads me to remain,
(Or should I say I?)
One bullies me,
(Or should I say I?)
One empathizes me,
(Is it the prime me?)
Which one is mine?
Or
What do I want?
Or
Who am I?
Perhaps I should call her who reside
Deepest inside my heart and have a walk together.
A purple bracelet made of beads
i found in my small box chest
while holding it only your name pops in mind
trying to figure how i feel inside.
A purple bracelet you handed me
afraid to accept i'm counting from 1 to 3
back in 6th grade can't figure the feelings
infatuation or first love, you don't tell me either.
A purple bracelet i'm afraid to wear
i just keep it, for what's reason?
it doesn't matter it's been a long time,
for the past years we both forgotten.
The purple bracelet you gave me,
it doesn't fit me anymore but i'm glad
remembering we became close
contrary of what we are now.
A waste of time! what am i doing?
reminiscing the past is not my intention
but cleaning my closet, take away wastes
and this purple bracelet... i should keep.
It’s burning me in such a way,
That it’s a burn I can endure,
Like its brother does during the day,
But without the pain it lures…
With a glow that blankets all I see,
In the softest form of white,
Casting shadows that is part of me,
That will move each way I might…
As it gathers in a running stream,
I submerse between the breaks,
Just to take it with me in a dream,
To assure that I can wake…
So just lay bacK in the night light,
While you slowly slip away,
Disappearing into what might,
Seem to fall between each ray...
Although we look up and see stars,
They're just shadows of the moon,
That hides between each dream of ours,
But disappear from sight too soon...
Once again, I approach the end of another talk therapy session,
and now my psychiatrist will share with me her benevolent wisdom.
"You have low self esteem most certainly. That much is obvious to me for sure.
It's an emotional disorder found most commonly among others like you known as losers."
i saw birds pecking at a snake,
to save nest of their fellow mate.
i saw a lioness standing against the lions pride,
to save a calf, she did fight.
i saw monkeys fight a dog to save kitten,
though in salvaging they got bitten.
these all made me think,
there i love all around.
then i saw a man stabbing his friend,
for money was more important in his ken.
i saw a woman killing her daughter,
because she was not happy with the girl's father.
i saw a brother killing the other,
with his own hand,
just for a piece of land.
and all these made me think,
animals are much more better.
who kill because of nature, just to feed.
on money, land and position they dont pay heed.
but humans are not humans any more.
who re infecting the world in whole.
going against their nature,
as on money, land and position they pay heed.
and kill others even when they have all they need
they keep destroying each other.
I wonder how you read my thought and have my very feel.
I envy what you see and how you make it real. My heart
Fears your boldness is not in me. I urge it still to fly
Above fear. Thy true skill still amazes me and I pray
Time makes me the master of thee, because I practice
Thy every deed and never was I an absentee, for
My heart purposed to be great. Time shall birth my courage yet
In all I will not deny that you are my dream fulfilled.
I care for other people
Do what other people tell me
Reply and listen to their requests
Bear with them and love them
With my heart and soul
Then what other people do
Other people look at me despicably
Dismiss me and shout at me
For I did talk pleasant
For God to shout at them I hope
After I waited for other people
Stood up for them and got beaten
Other people remain People
That live and I don’t know how
With no Heart or Soul
We all have traits within our soul that make who we are till old.
I explored each one and came up 10 that makes me want to shout AMEN!
Strength is at top of the list, its shows confidence and taking risks.
Sincerity comes in number two, you'll comfort me when I'm blue.
Honesty at three, well that's a given. Nobody want to live in liar heaven.
Humor is the key for life, its gets you through any strife.
Humbleness is sweet and endearing, too much ego keeps you searing.
Honor is my favorite one, for it keeps you grounded when you've won.
Trust is a slippery slope, but with it it will give you hope.
Respect should really be at the top, nevertheless its what makes you rock.
Loyalty lies deep within, brought to the surface its a beautiful violin.
Kindness lays with your heart. Its shows on your face, like fine art.
IF all these traits come together, your close to perfect , no stormy weather.
These building blocks you can attain, i own them all, they keep me sane.
(for top ten contest by Kristen Bruni)
Tear the sun in two
Half for me and half for you
Every sense grows silent here
Jump into the void
My comfort zone lays here
Under breaking skies
You echo through my mind
Leap into forever
It comes to no surprise
This masquerading you
Make me shiver and perspire
Plunge into the fire
Hush now, close your eyes
I'll warm you from cold light
Unbroken valentine
Let's dance towards the moon
Little boy why you callin’ me baby?
You act as though I’m already your girl
I believe I said it was a maybe
Little boy there’s things you should know
You’re movin’ a little too fast for my taste
All I ask of you is to take it slow
Little boy I don’t want the lies
If I heat them it will be hell
I’m not the type of girl you can hypnotize
Little boy just tell it to me straight
All you got to do is be a man
And we’ll see if you’re in my fate
People judge on what they see
They never even try to get to no me
They think I’m mean
But I’m nice
I’m as sweet as sugar
But to them I’m spice
No matter who I truly am
They will never get to know me
Not even to try and understand
They rode the bus with me today
From our town to the big city
she, so dainty, hands crossed, old hands.
Ankles crossed ever so slightly,
so very ladylike.
He had his arm aorund her,
Protecting her from the cold window
when the train went to and fro too.
She would look at him
with such love and trust.
He loves her too, ever so much.
How many years they have been together
he seemed to say.
With the good years and the bad
we have each other still.
Yes she said to him,
Rosa and Klause rode the bus with me today.
You have been gone a very long time...
You were one of the best people I ever met...
You gave my mother joy and happiness...
You transformed her into a more vibrant woman...
You taught me about responsibility and loyalty...
You introduced me to things I never thought of...
You gave me guidance when I needed it most...
You are so sorely missed and thought of every day...
I wish you had lived to meet my children...
I pass along to them every day what you've taught me...
I still see my mother's transformation and it brings me joy...
I find myself seeing you in so many faces...
I am a better person for having known you...
I know you live on in those you touched over the years...
I yearn to hear your gentle voice and instruction...
I miss you every day and am comforted having had known you.
(Dedicated to one of the best men I ever had the privilege to meet - William Larson)
This china face is fragile
So handle me with care
Look too close and you'll see cracks
My porcelain face is rare
This china face holds memories
Pale skin, soft and unique
Delicately quaint you see
You pause to watch me sleep
It’s been ages since my fathers have traveled this space,
The gravity and severity of the mirth,
Subjects me to the gravity of the earth,
I’ve lost my comfortable place within his stoic face,
An emissary, …a lone liquid pioneer,
Escaping from vaulted ducts so dear,
I blaze the trail for them to follow,
His heart broken and hollow,
Down his face this clue is running,
He quickly wipes me on his sleeve,
Too late….the others are coming…
Give it up my friend, … grieve.
(inspired by the personified tear contest)
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