what if,
we could fly
to any
destination,
and places
making us
feel safe,
I feel
God
made
a mistake
of not
granting
us wings.
I broke the vases,
vulnerable
and worth more
than
my own life.
I love you more
than you ever did,
but I won't say me,
It wasn't that easy.......
I know you adored
of the many times...
you loved me so easily
before the shattering
of the unpredictability
of this end game,
Between the swollen
of my little cheeks,
you hugged and loved me,
and the roof, food and clothing
was something,
I took for granted.
You were sick and not evil....
I became the devil,
now I'm tired and worn
and not be the Abyss
shards of a broken mirror,
I looked at your picture
and my dead brother's....
I'm so ashamed.
Her loneliness begs
Mine: come sometime just to meet.
Scared, it might lay eggs,
I waver, never commit,
And ever since from far greet.
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Tanka (Senryu + couplet) | 04.08.2025 | loneliness
Love is kind.
Love is patient.
Love gives.
Love understands.
But what if
love is only kind
until it teaches you to kneel
for crumbs and call it a feast?
What if love isn’t perfect
not because we weren’t
but because fate crossed our paths
when we were meant to grow apart?
They say love is giving
but what if I gave too much
until I forgot the sound
of my own heartbeat?
What if love contradicts
everything we swear we believe
just to soothe a moment’s ache?
What if love is a myth
a beautiful lie we chase
to avoid learning
how to love ourselves first?
And what if
after all the breaking and bending
I still call that love
because it hurt just like they promised?
If I turn into ashes....
Would you try to find?
When I fall asleep forever
Or will I leave this world forever
Would you still try to find me?
In what?
Would you try to find me even if my body turns into ashes and disappears into the air.....
Or in the stars cuz i was always told when people die become stars...
I don't know if this is true or a myth
But a wonderful myth that connects us with each other....
When I will be no longer be able to live in this world...
And everybody will remember me but no one will miss me....
Will you miss me ?
Would you try to find me my love
WHAT IF
What if the world spun differently?
What if the stars aligned in a new constellation,
each point a dream,
each line a path,
leading us to the edges of our own imaginations?
?What if we hadn't talked or hadn't even met,
?What if we had a different discussion and another goal to set,
?What if we had been more cautious, maybe our eyes won't be wet,
?What if I say I would not be able to keep studying without you I bet !!!
?
?What if we were all alone in a beautiful and open street,
?What if we could whisper through our eyes and never to speak,
?What if we could just love each other no matter we belong to which caste or creed,
?What if we don't separate from each other even we both have to bleed !!!
?
?What if we were together in an amazing and magnificent place,
?What if that place was so much mysterious that it was unable to trace,
?What if we could live there with utmost compassion and grace,
?What if I sacrifice everything of mine just to see you for a glance !!!
?
?What if we just keep going on no matter which turn we should take,
?What if we love each other with utmost loyalty and swear it will never be fake,
?What if we both wander here and there and never ever to go back,
?What if we set the best example before the world of love just for God's sake !!!
What is more painful than pain?
It’s the anxiety of pain that is to come
The pain of a needle being injected is nothing
In front of trypanophobia
The pain of poverty, failure is nothing
In front of the phobia that is to come
What if I won’t succeed, What
if i am not working in right direction
What if the effort is not worth the result…
The anxiety is always more than the pain .
People want a life
with imagery similar
to that of their dreams.
They wish to replace
the everyday, mundane grind
with nocturnal views.
But how do you transfer
all of what slumber concocts
over to your waking hours?
The answer is easy
but hard to initiate -
Just get out of bed.
This stops the dreaming
and starts the changes needed
so you’ll feel alive.
Opening your eyes
let’s you see the wonderment
that’s always been there.
That which can be dreamt
pales in comparison
to that which can be achieved.
Life has vibrancy,
beyond imagination,
if you go live it.
What if the moon played music composed of others' thoughts and wishes? Would you hum along and carry that tune all day after the moon fades and the sun rises?
What if you could see the wind and know that it carried the hopes and dreams of others? Would you allow it to flow through and around you?
What if the sand beneath your feet held the remnants of each person's pain, and the ocean could wash away their sorrow, would you help carry it out to sea?
When you gaze up at the moon, will you let your heart sway with the wind and your soul swim in the ocean?
What if death is really a birth
An end to suffering and hurt
A beginning of spiritual spring
Leaping from body in denim dream
Becoming energy in fuchsia flight
A golden soul is ready to fly
Be ready to go be not afraid
“The silence fades with a soft embrace”
If you release grief accept Gods word
You too can be free blue bird
God has a plan for you, trust, grow
Know the truth follow Holy Ghost
the morn never came
the sun denied to arise
defied its duty
to say good-bye to hiding
veiled below the horizon
an early bird rose
but if the sun never rose
what would such a bird
do to kill time while on pause
in the darkness scorned forlorn
too soon the cock crowed
the birds sang their dawn chorus
sang again again
in vain for the sun slept-in
hung-over in netherworld
I want to stop the world.
Not freeze the spin.
I want to critique inertia
Still the blind momentum.
Interrupt the cycle of noise,
The pull of distraction,
The serpent of deception.
To stop the world
Is to reclaim your attention.
Not just mine,
It’s ours.
Like a constructed Mandela effect
I jump and I land,
And the grass beneath me bends.
But imagine—
If we all jumped at once?
We could shake mountains,
Build ladders,
Rewire thought stations,
And touch heaven.
We could finally separate
The poor from the hopeless.
We could,
Unpause,
as we please
Not by wealth—
But by will.
By love, or illusion.
If 25 cents is half an hour
How much can I buy with debt?
And change needs time.
Yet we keep filling
Other people’s time
Just to feed ourselves.
The Pope lost the Ark.
The sun and moon now rule time.
They cut the legs off our ladders
And built moats around the mountains.
But if you jumped with me.
We could start earthquakes.
A global fast.
A universal dream.
A moment of divine absurdity.
A means to a mend,
Not an end,
Amen,
Lee is a humorous jokester, quipster too
A cut up, a prankster, said Kidder Sue
He can bring joy to more than a few
He’ll be here at one, or maybe two
What if we do not like him? Asked Lou
He is as dour as a snowball in the dew
You cannot help yourself said Kidder Sue
She is as optimistic as negative is uncle Lou
What if we feared happiness as we fear pain?
To flinch at laughter, to tense up when a smile appears,
to hesitate to step into the light, as if joy were a fire waiting to burn us,
a fire lurking, ready to turn everything to ash, to leave us without memories.
To sabotage moments of peace, to run from love before it embraces us,
to retreat before warmth settles comfortably in our souls,
just in case it doesn't last, just in case all that's beautiful is merely an illusion,
a flame that flickers only to extinguish abruptly, leaving darkness to embrace us.
Perhaps that's why we do this anyway, perhaps that's why we destroy beautiful things first,
because losing happiness hurts more than never having had it,
because the memory of what was haunts us more than absence,
a void that stretches beyond edges, an echo of a laughter that no longer exists.
But what if we learned to fear our fears and embrace the moment,
to let the flame of joy burn us, even if only for a moment,
to lose ourselves in the light, to feel warmth and love, even if we end up with empty hands,
for sometimes, even a moment of happiness is worth the risk of losing it.
What if silver stars are tears from God
They fall glowing from broken heart
We live hoping to go there one day
Growing older bolder needing more faith
What if the white wind is God’s sigh
Despite our sins He moves the sky
To usher in the seasons give us time
Red reasons to love live and learn life
What if our planet is in kindergarten
Not far from the Eden plants started
We say we want to go to first grade
But we haven’t learned how to play safe
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