Beauty

The Birth and Flight of a Phoenix

The storm has settled after a long summer.

The skies are clear, but the damage has been done.

I am charred, left abandoned in the ashes.

The humiliation during the wildfire led to my death.

The world I knew and loved disowned me.

 

But a baby bird had risen out of the ashes.

Despite its weak body, the newborn helped me onto my feet.

It led me away to start anew in a foreign world.

After all that had happened that led to this fire,

I know now that my old name is nothing but a memory

Left to be scorned by bloodthirsty eels.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

They can deceive the world all they like, but karma has its ways.

They will always be overshadowed by a much more unified flock.

But for now, I walk alone with no one but the baby bird perched on my shoulder.

I see a bit of my old life in it, but it possesses the need to change;

A quality that the world I left behind is too blind to see.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

By the time the bloodthirsty eels see me again, it will already be too late.

Their lack of intelligence is what I have to thank for getting me to where

I am needed most the whole time I have slaved away.

Too bad that they'll never know that I am not the poor unfortunate soul that I used to be.

 

The winter has arrived and the joys of Christmas Day have given the baby bird strength

To regain the fire that I have long-admired since I was no less than eight years of age.

The new year is around the corner and it is more than ready to spread its wings and fly

Like it did four years ago. It amazes me to see how kids grow up so fast.

 

Be free, young phoenix. Fly away and keep your voice close.

They'll be coming for you when they discover you're still alive.

It is better to let them think that you are dead

than attempt to kill yourself putting up a fruitless fight.

 

It is no longer our battle anyway for our destiny lies far away from this mom-and-pop.

Garden At Summer

Plump and oozing, the rosebuds wet
Doused in full shot, with doubled red
To rouse gaiety and flare of lamps
Cupped in single flower-folds and wrapped
Close to the heart, carrying beloved babes
By sovereign arms giving all embrace;
When guarded under family love and conclave,
Against the long-sheltering stone of a grave.
The scattered meadow, like a sun-filtered dam
Tidy placid area, where exchanged winds ran
Odour and resurrection of fair clef;
Row burgeoning in panoply conferring,
Dead silence bidden by the whirlwind
That almost dropped a spirit up the trees.

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Fairy Fountain

Around, around there forms a woman body
Curved on the sides, all rising as you stand:
A virgin stature fresh from water-drops;
Her tears ever preserved in the pure clouds.
When young, before, your heart would doubtfully,
Shake in confusion, afraid deflowering it was.
But the child went into her last,
Growth length, and gone into heights,
Where herself of herself could not deny
Anymore, for life is unchangeable; it's what it is:
It keeps a song, you sing along and worship
That God which created thee from dust.
And still, prayers still invoke intoning on
What holy, to remain all, in elevation.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by a Samsung ringtone.

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Cry In My Sleep

 

 I Lost My Ability To Cry
I'm Hurting So Much
I Feel Hurt
I Feel Pain
I Want To Cry
But Theres Not Tears
Theres No Emotions
Hold Me Please


Because I Can't Feel My Arms
I Can't Feel My Legs Anymore
I Feel Like Crying
But I'm Dying In My Sleep
Waking Up With Dried Up Eyes
I Don't Remember Crying
I Don't Remember Sleeping
Chill Runs Through On My Skin


Crying Out In Pain
I Wish I Could Cry
For My Body Can't Take It Anymore
Is This What It Feels Like
Why Must I Feel So Cold
Why Must I Feel So Emotionless
Pieces Of My Heart
Tears In Pieces


I Wish Again
I Could Cry
Just Once More
If I Could Hold You
If I Could Hug You
And Tell You One More Thing
I Just Want To Cry
I Want To Cry On Your Shoulder

 

 

The Odyssey

Folder: 
Love

Every tear I cried helped you sail farther away

Every breath I sighed filled your wings to fly

You mastered the wind and waves to leave me

You cried as the storms only pushed you along

 

And then You, that magnetizing, gravitating whirpool

Leading men down to watery graves

Pulling the breath from many men's lips

And crushing them in your depths

 

It was difficult for me to lose you

I heard your siren's call

But I stuffed my ears and tied myself up

I knew you had nothing but death

 

Lastly to you, I won't say that there isn't beauty in your suffering

Only that those of us who can see it are pretty messed up

Trying desperately to find a silver lining in a thundercloud

A refreshing sea-breeze in a hurricane

 

Like the aurora borealis

Or the spritely fox-fire

You're a natural mystery

Filled with hidden meanings

 

My muses

My fates

My inspirations

I gave you my all

And you all left me wanting

Spotlight

Folder: 
My Everything

You stood in the doorway 

The frame smiled

At the taste of your skin

Your hair

Longer

My eyes

Not hiding

My jealousy 

Of the white soaked wood

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even when you think I'm not looking, I am. Your forever in the spotlight.

Cover Girl

Cover Girl


(Verse 1)


You're too big 

You're too small

You're too short

You're too tall

These are just some of the things we're made to feel

All the makeup

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A Broken Glass

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Human

 



A broken glass               

pointed angles all over

giving off its light dimly

Waiting for a trigger.     

  

The broken glass may be a piece of Diamond 

Creating Aura from its universe

Strength from its nucleus

Fragility in shadow

Silence in clearness

 

Words in color

Beauty in balance

Passion in calm

Reflection from darkness

 

See all these sincerities appear on his surface

just exists for someone to find

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 

I wrote this poem when I met a man who has beautiful mind but he does not know it himself.

 

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Mosaic

Folder: 
Psalms

Only You can pick up the pieces

Of my shattered past

And make something beautiful from it

Gathering the shards and placing them

Into an amazing and wondrous design

Like a stained glass window

Each piece meticulously positioned

Into a picture only the designer could see

 

When I give to You my best

I try so hard to make You proud

My feeble attempts

Like a bruised and broken flower

You hold it gently, press and mount it

Hanging it high for all to see

 

One day I pray that I can look back

And see my whole life laid before me

All the hurt and pain I experienced

Interwoven with the joy and happiness

A blanket that I can wrap my heart up with

And the knowledge that my life wasn't in vain

That I could see every stitch You made

How You carried me all the way

And brought me home to stay