There’s a kind of power in my failure.
Like a bell that always rings inside me.
Not too loud, but at the same time,
its echo feels like a song teaching me
that failure is but a phase.
It makes the world unpredictable.
It rings when I fall,
as if it's a sign I will rise.
It rings when I cry.
Yet when I hold a pen and paper
and write my pain out,
it barely makes a sound ,
like a bell too shy to ring.
So, I let it ring in its own time,
like it always gives me a chance to be me.
Yet on those days it rang,
it showed me that I was here,
and made me turn failure into a song,
a melody that lingers, uninvited yet welcomed.
Shall I not sing of thine beauty,
When mine eyes set gaze upon thee, fair maiden?
Glory, glory to the Creator,
He who hath blessed thee with such splendour.
For thy laughter doth shape mine days,
And strolls with thee
Are tales one ought to brag of unto his mates,
For the pride they gift.
there is no verb
for the nerve and verve
shaking a brain
trying to find a word
The world has perceived my image in their minds
As someone who's forlorn and depressed all the time.
But how do I justify the reason behind my melancholic playlist?
How do I show them my torn-up dream list,
Which I once created with the intent of holding the globe in my fist?
How do I make everyone believe it hadn’t been the same?
It just turned resentful after my loss in a lovegame.
Earlier, I had my core stiff and strong,
'Cause I never cared about the places people threw their unkind words from.
Never mind, everybody's still gonna think my reason is lame,
Without hearing my side—it's me they're gonna blame.
Replication, O photon.
Atmosphere. Molecules.
Phase, like seasons. Here, then gone.
Tools, tremors, toadstools.
Occipital ridge, troll, bridge.
Billy goat, thy horn.
Pestilence, thy name is midge.
Freighter, fain, forlorn.
Lightning bolt, fruit of the gods.
Eat one and become.
Mycelial, goldenrod?
Mushroom, just stay mum.
Sign of salvation, sea-bass?
Shark, set eyes on same.
Liquid legend, O my lass?
Sure. I'm glad you came.
Tympani, crush. Firefly, flee.
Knock thrice, then flit, thrush.
O behemoth, swim thy sea?
Death, you've had a brush.
Enormous or gigantic?
Titan, which to choose?
Oil on surface, stiff or slick?
Flickering fate, fast fuse.
Race, a trace of turkey wild.
In the corn, my child.
Charnel house floor, stains a-tiled?
Ululate, red riled.
Racket, informed packet?
Data, grow in trees.
Weather, wail. Jail, jacket.
Pain, poisonous to please.
Your beauty crosses my mind again tonight,
and once more, distance turns my thoughts to silence.
For though your voice still lingers in my days,
your touch remains oceans away from mine.
I try to busy my heart with lesser things,
but every road still finds its way back to you—
And perhaps that is all I truly know now—
no matter the miles,
I’ll have to admit that,
I miss you.
Of all the phases,the best phase of life
Although you try,can not out wipe.
The little toes,the little fingers
Some are dancers,some are singers.
The innocent creature, with ego and fear
Knows no sins,enjoys,plays,ready to cheer.
Dearest to mother, yet open to all
Eager to explore, after every fall.
Enjoys the company of dear ones
Jumps into adventures,missing no chance.
Childhood days and childhood years
The fancy characters of child,every parent bears.
The snapshots of childhood memories stay forever
The years lived then...return never.
How can you expect wisdom from people whose minds are dulled by the fumes of alcohol?
How can you expect respect from a creature whose only concern is satisfying his appetite?
How can you expect beneficial knowledge or good character from someone who falsely believes himself superior to others?
The hypocrite, the liar, the deceiver deserves no respect, and we must expose his true nature.
Addendum
Per-some
Hi-you-yelly
Allendaw-Dew-Daw
Stroked...
I-There-Now-No,
Another... And!
-Gray Squirrel
12-31-2025
Whenever darkness looms through changing phase,
Minds- be each crazy or cool, doubt betrays
Light... struggling of essence strike;
Unlike electric that spike
Consciousness without denying truthful gaze.
Now, her past best lifestyle lives in memory...
Talks loudly in her silent mind's story
Of supposed moments' value,
That hunt like thorns of the blue
Which cannot be healed by late sorry.
I do this phase for the physical pleasure I deserve.
Even if it is purely just torture, I will curb every curve.
I shall also embrace every encounter as a way to serve.
It was all a lie, yet again,
He played you for a fool,
Made you believe he really wanted you,
But alas it was a jock for him,
You were never special,
Just a silly young girl making him feel young again,
You were just a phase,
all achievements
turned obsolete
in last phase.
I pay no attention to sports
I turn off the weather report
Pretty girls don’t attract me
No more do mosquitoes attack me
I read the obits and emit a long sigh
Thinking, there but for the grace of God goeth I…
A backed-up sewer full of manure
Made me gag; I was so immature
Today it bothers me not in the least
~ Life on this earth is just leased
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