buzzing in our dreams
soft honeybee hum wakes us
we are kissed, seduced
our passion remnants in you ~
in yearning grief, we shrivel
The summer we always shared,
Those nights—just memories we had
Everything vanished in one go—
The ache remains? I don’t think so.
It’s just that I’m guilty of letting you go.
I didn’t try harder—that frustrates me, though I never let it show.
If I had spoken,
Things would’ve been different.
But the promises made on your mum’s deathbed aren’t meant to be broken,
Even if they shut the door of happiness you always left open.
This will be my last presence, before I shift abroad,
And my eyes must be paid back by dear Lord—
To bear and endure the most excruciating scene,
One which’ll be witnessed by every part of me.
It’s not unavoidable, though my brother wants me to see,
How you two confess your “love” for each other to the world,
And you’ll soon be a couple —while I clap with a smile,
Pretending I’ve heard the most wonderful news in a while.
A final caution—don’t look at me while walking down the aisle,
’Cause then I won’t be able to look back into your eyes.
I can’t let my feelings out on the best day of your life,
I gotta accept the fate,
That it’s just you and Jere and 10/10 I rate.
I only need about $8 of gas
Enough to get home and get back to work the next day
I’m tired and don’t feel like waiting for the tank to fill up
Of course, I have to go inside because the card reader is being dumb
Usually, I would just leave but I’m too tired to care
I’m walking inside and see this guy
Immediately he made me smile
A smile that I had been saving for a special occasion
A smile that makes you question if you’re awake
A smile hidden for who know how long
Then he smiled back
This was the first time I felt a smile hold me just how I wanted to be held
We passed each other and kept about our respects
But the interaction froze
I was hoping to see him waiting when I walked out
So, we could hit play
Maybe in another lifetime
p.s. thank you for the smile…
Life is a fire
I'm the ingredient
Stuck to a pot
When will I be poured in
The ingredients are different
Some are big
Some are small
Some are black
Some are red
Some are brown
Some are white
Some are yellow
Different ingredient but one pot
Life is a sea
I'm the stream
Flowing gently to the sea
When will I mixed with the sea
The streams are different
Some are big
Some are small
Some are wide
Some are narrow
Some are mudy
Some are clear
Some are long
Some are short
Life is a wind
I'm the air
Blowing gently with the wind
Where shall I go with the wind
The air are different
Some are strong
Some are gentle
Some are harsh
Some are calm
Some are life
Some are death
Some are intoxicating
Some are mild
Life is a journey
I'm the path
Leading to this journey
Who shall walk on this journey
The same life we live
Rich, or poor
Small or big
Adult or a baby
Black or white
We are all the same
Stuck to different bodies
On this planet, called Earth
This life, we called ours
Father i'm older now
No little toes and no little nose
You may have been there in the beginning
But not in my upbringing
You didn't let me go at heart
But throughout my life you definitely broke mine
Growing up I never had a big picture
An imagination or a figure.All I had is what i had been told
And i'd been told you didn't want me no more
Daddy you could've changed it
You could've even fixed it but
what's to do with a heart that's
clearly withered and in pieces
You know I wasn't a gift
More like an accident
A mistake you made
When you got laid
And then you where stuck with a
Responsibility you decided not to take
I remember being nine thinking you'd arrive
Just sitting on the porch all day past noon time
You never showed and that made me feel alone
I thought sure if dads around
I would feel at home
One day God decided to give me you
I was so young and scared I didn't know what to do
He told me he has given me a precious gift
Thats going to change your life forever
Sense it was a special gift from God I didn't think
I would ever deserve it but he told me it's time because
I was ready and I earned it so as time passed it was something
That i never knew that the gift he had for me baby girl it was you
The first time I seen you your little toes
I watched you open your little eyes ,your hands
And i kissed your little nose.
I thanked God for you princess cause you was my gift
From heaven.I loved you then and now a million times eleven
I was so afraid in the inside though. I couldn't say it loud, but
From that momment on I wanted to make you proud.
And when I held you princess you would look at me smile,
And it would take all the pain away when my mind was going wild.
Alienated into thinking I needed validation
Becoming a little rough on the edges
Cornered heart seeks originality
Diamond mind has been rusted
Emotional value is increasing
Fighting through it all
Grandiosity never came
Hi everyone, what shall we do next?
Interesting way of introducing,
Jeopardising oneself, making myself the clown.
Kind enough to reinvent itself
Limerence of fanatical behaviours
Mandatory to health, sought no one's friend
Night vision has been done for
Optimistic endeavours led me to figuring out
Past the ambience of melancholic order
Questioning self worth isnt for me.
How would you feel,
If you went home today
To find a strange creature
Had entered your cave
While you were away?
How would you feel,
If the door to your cave
Had been kicked in by a kid
Who just could not behave?
Would you rumble and roar
Or just rant and rave?
You would you feel,
If you looked in your bed
To find sleeping there soundly
A wee human head?
Would you be angry?
Would you see red?
How would you feel,
If some golden-haired brat
Had gobbled your supper
And shattered the chair where you always sat?
What would you do?
How would you handle that?
No one would blame you,
If you got really mad
With a dimpled-faced terror who destroyed all that you had.
That’s how many would feel, but
Isn’t it sad
That no one had taught her
How not to be bad?
FUNHOUSE MIRROR (pov)
I am a mirror in which many take place, what you see is not what you get I
can assure you it's all fun in games.
In the same light that slims you down a different angle at that and now you're
round, some I see giggle and share hearty laughs a sensitive youth might cry
as they past.
It looks like as if I have stolen your height or maybe a twist with all of my
might.
For these are silly games in which lights bended my shape. In a funhouse or in
a circus: my cousins you try to escape.
Their lack in humor must make them dull, Because my figment is your fantasy
of you being tall.-Maleeeon
11/28/23
10:13 PM
Being the overthinker—how does that feel?
After reading this piece , perhaps you will see a different side of me.
Every little detail bothers me,
overanalyzing situations in a myriad of ways, and starting a new chapter in my life always brings forth the worst thoughts in me.
Surely, one should look on the bright side of things? Why does this brain not function like that of a typical human being?
A routine circumstance
becomes an intricate labyrinth
from which I am unable to escape
the twists and turns appear to be perfectly duplicated, only escalating my anxiety of losing everything once more.
Today, my thoughts are a pool of remorse
that is consuming every breath I take
and resurfacing unconsciousness
that is tearing apart every shred of hope
I managed to salvage during the day.
And now that I'm sitting here
in the quiet, darkness,
with my thoughts racing far beyond reality,
it makes sense why I'm constantly exhausted even though I don't get out of bed before dawn.
Everytime I hear your voice,
On the other side of the phone,
All the sweet words,
I wish it would have been for me,
Instead.
The wishings, the longings,all the love,
I wish I would have been on the other side,
Instead.
Everytime I see your face,
On the screen,
What a gorgeous sight to behold ,
All I can think is would it ever smile for me?
All the things you like about her,
I wish it would have been about me,
Instead.
But you,
You regard me,
As if I'm the sun slipping through your fingers,
Like I'm the chill of snow,fleeting and disdain,
You savor the sight
Yet refuse to claim.
When will you need me again?
I know I am your security when you're in faraway lands,
But when will you go out again?
When will you notice me here?
Laying on the floor, under the bed.
I hear your footsteps every morning and every night.
But when will I see you again?
When will you realize you're me?
Ignored, forgotten, missed, claimed to be deeply loved.
I know you did not put me in this place.
And I know you did not put yourself in your place.
But when will you see we are the same and deserve better?
(08/05/22)
Emotion: Despair
Strong Emotions Poetry Contest (9th Place)
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
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