Hide My Heart
You're coming up
Too often in my thoughts
The welcome remembrance
The spark of your voice
The fact that I get a thrill
When from you I read
Slowly I'm yielding
Gently, I'm slipping
It's time to hide my heart
I refuse to get hurt
You've not come out
To declare that I'm yours
So I refuse
To slowly reserve
Myself for you
That, you don't deserve
I'm hiding my heart
With all diligence
Issues of my life
Require no negligence
So yes, with all might
I'm hiding my heart
with-in My Heart!
in my heart there lies a thorn way deep down to which no one can see
it torments me all thru the day and i know in my heart it wont set me free
Im living with pain day after day and it settled in and dont wanna depart
so all i can say to you my friend is theres not much left with-in my heart
all around me i see smiling faces never a worry and with out any fears
as i look in the mirror all i can see is the age old pain of my unshed tears
i think to myself what will i do and how will i cope if it never wants to part
all i want is my wish fulfilled and long lasting peace with-in my heart
others say these things will come my way and break thru my dark gray night
and a bright new dawn will push on thru and end my pain and hear my plight
but that day never comes and rescues me so here i am waiting for life to restart
so now i wait for that day to come and take the pain away thats with-in my heart
zoeycup 16
To reside in slumber bears weakness in my heart.
I am not yet ready to ascertain the thoughts which dwell deep within my conscious mind, unbearing of the truth that is fortold upon diminishing it's recess, for I tremble as the witness to my own unconscious. It is here that I am forever entranced by the ideas of love and eternity, which inevitably have their own fate within my course of existence. Frequently, I wonder why such a dubious pattern of life emulates in the form that it so deliberately does. Fear lies within the wounds of my tormented soul as I try to reclaim the steps of what I've once known. My life is but a glimse of what lies ahead, a journey I know will beckon the everlasting hardships of the conscious collective. For the reasons of understanding nothing, while believing fully in the ever expanding source of knowledge from which we graze, I cease to acknowedge any bit of certainty that may lay claim to my being. Nothingness is apart of the universal collective, assimilated through light into the realm of the physical, yet transcended from the dominion that fabricates our ascension. At times I begin asking myself the questions of eternity, only to revert back to the darkness encompassing my vision, as I lay still in my bed.
Untelling is the way of the mind, and unparalleled is the insanity that it may bear.
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
A mother’s heart!
A mother’s loves is strong and steady a bond from a heart of gold
For nine months she’s carried her child inside a love that will never grow old
The moment the doctor puts her child in her arms she sees a work of art
And nothing in this world will ever compare to that of a mothers heart
She sees her children with eyes that shine as bright as the morning sun
There’s no one quite like her in all the world and her love cannot be undone
She’ll protect her child until her dying breath like she’s done from the very start
A true mother doesn’t have to bare a child to have a mother’s heart
All she needs is to open her heart to let her child in so that he will know
And hand in hand she will walk with her child until he’s had a chance to grow
Only when he is grown and her life on earth is done will she let go and depart
And this to me is how it was meant to be from deep inside a mother’s heart!
Dedicated to mothers everywhere have a fun filled day you all deserve it
The ancients declared that all is meaningless
A chasing after the wind
The modernists claim that nothing is real
A consuming, constant dream
So what shall we say on our mortality;
What should we surmise of our souls?
We've all been screaming what we want to hear
And yet the truth quietly whispers, drowning our voices
We pay our very souls to safely cross the river Styx
Only to find that we can't leave Charon without them
We give our all to gain what our hearts desire,
And realize that we have lost everything to gain nothing
What man can bring back one second of his life;
Yet time seems worthless without entertainment
We campaign to save our fellow man,
By placing funds in already full pockets
Humans are dimensional amphibians, living both spirit and body,
The ghost in the machine
How light a heart in love!
How heavy a heart in sorrow
The weight of a soul drags me down
But hope can keep me alight
We strive for goodness through deeds and laws,
But laws are not for good deeds, or good people
We cannot live long alone, and yet push others away,
Until we are left with only our “selves”
We push and strive to become better than ourselves
Yet we can only grow inside our own nature
At what point in our quest to become God
Did we convert into the devil instead?
The Endless Cycle
© 2017 SachikoMochiko
Every mistake, loss, failure or breakdown…it’s your choice whether or not to suffer from it.
“I am a human. Just like you and me. I’m young, 13 years of age, but I already feel old. I have learnt that, whatever situation you are in now, it’s temporary. So, enjoy or endure it to the fullest!
Whether is another human, your passion or yourself, you fall for it. This poem I wrote is inspired by both my life and my fellow friends who write with me, sharing their stories. There are many different ways to view this poem. I spent many hours choosing how to structure this and the word choice. I wanted to share this to people who can relate and inspire other writers.”
I’m absolutely sick of falling
Falling in love and making the same mistake
Eaten by jealousy
Thinking that it would work
Even when that person who I sought,
Catches another
Thinking that they want you
Even if the kindness expressed is just…
Them.
Whenever I fall,
And no one sought me
I fall into a deep, cold abyss
Isolating both heart and body
From this rotting world
Suffocating me and myself
From thinking that I will fall again
But again, I find peace at the bottom…
Sitting just above the bedrock of grief
Where your screams of heart break
Is muted by the sea of tears
But I hunger to fall
To seek for another cradle of arms
After craving for so long
I trick myself
That my heart has moved on
To someone for me
But deep, deep down…
I know it is just a mask
A mask to cover the disheartening pain
And to keep me sane
As I walk amongst the beings
It’s an endless cycle…
A cycle that is deemed to run my world
My kingdom,
My psyche,
My crust,
Like a wheel with a tempting needle
Waiting to cast me to sleep
As it wheels me away to again start the cycle
Even if my consciousness is aware
I shrug it off thinking I’m happily a rolling pebble
A rolling pebble that has been dropped
Dropped into a saltwater sea of fish
Where plenty of fish swim to escape
Escape the rotting world above
I’m a pebble after all
I was meant to sink to the bottom
Or be split in half by the fish
But as the hundreds and thousands of centuries
Wear me down
My calloused, guarded heart cracks open
As the pressure of the rotting earth
I. Become. The. Diamond.
It was not long after,
I was extracted from the bedrock of grief
HEATED…
POLISHED…
Until the skin of this pebble
Peels like those onion that brought tears to my eyes
Someone has found the brightest part of me
Someone has found my beauty
Someone has also fallen…like me
In a mere emotion with two sides
Love
&
Hate
Well, congratulations that someone
Because you have found a rare one
Only one here on this earth
My mere gratitude cannot express…
Express how undeniably grateful I am
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The two of us creates another;
“I’m absolutely sick of falling”,
she said…
-SachikoMochiko
“Her Glacier”
Laying down on the shattered glass
I breathe in the shards
Letting the seeping blood drip
DRIP...DROP…
The ripples resonate and echo,
On the disheartened, crying ice
Eyes… dropping… crystals
Covered my saddened heart
Who, I scream a silent, dry scream,
as if I am in space, underwater
To my weeping eyes, “I am sorry for the wasted tears.”
I whisper to the silence, with my vivid vision
The vivid vision blurred by the saltwater tears
Can only see the back of the person I loved
FADE…into the mist of tears
The ice that weeps with me, from my ripped feet,
Shatters as I am taken to the abyss…
The very abyss of my own heart
I, slowly taken down, down…as I struggle against,
Against the deathly, cold water
As the rose thorns grasp my feet…they take me
To pitch-dark black,
Further…deeper…deeper
To the prison I made myself
Here at the ocean floor,
The place that is made out of my own tears
I wait…where the ashes remain
As I hope the pressure of the seven seas
Of my own heart, turns me into diamonds
The other part of me, who lives much above me
Where the snow punches your ragged skin,
In the heart of the land of fire and ice,
Awaits, in the concave of a glacier…
Aimlessly around the blue glass tsunami,
Breathing in the untainted, crisp cool air
Eyes floating aimlessly
Eyes twinkling endlessly
This slow walking giant, taking centuries for each step
Covers the land with its azure ice like a blanket
Treading on the works of any weathering
Glitters with streaks of endless blue…
O’ the beauty of the blue streaks!
Each a different shade,
Describes the indescribable
His exquisite beauty,
Walls as waves and ripples
Of water that has been frozen in time
Forms those very streaks!
Sapphire, Tiffany, Sky, Zaffre, Royal, Navy, Azure and Midnight blue
In bliss…all dancing merrily in this very cave
…an ultimate Eternal Dance
She, white light, origin of the viva Earth
Smiles through His crystal
Giving colour and light to His life
Givin’ His form…the Blue Crystal Tsunami.
Romance, like lovers, waltzing
even if one of them…will not make it ‘till the end
even if one of them…is slowly killing the other
She, who gives beauty to the giant
I, who lives way below them,
cannot compete…
A warm-blooded creature of the land…
It, who decides to wander inside…
runs Its hands on the mosaic of blue
To It, the ice seems to glide
As the twinkling light of the crystal cave winks…
Picturing the two together…
Below the glacier " inside the very cave- lays a beach
Crystal…His…Tears
O’ the beach of his tears…when he weeps with me
Slowly melting away
Either way,
His blue is much apart from mine,
Sleeplessly, I lay down on the shattered glass
Endlessly, breathing in the stabbing shards
As I accept my fate…way below Him
“Him.” “Blue Glass Tsunami” = Vatnajökull glacier cave, Iceland
“The Land of Fire and Ice” = Iceland. Iceland is known to have volcanoes next to glaciers.
“White light, Origin of the viva Earth” “She” = Sun
“Beach of his tears” = A ‘beach’ located in the cave itself. The sand is made out of ‘crystal’.
“A warm-blooded creature of the land” = A person. Human
“Pictures them together” = Takes a picture of the cave with a camera
“Even if one of them…is slowly killing the other” = The sun is melting the ice
“I” = A landform that sunk to the bottom of the sea, just below the cave. (i.e. ‘the third wheel’)
“…and here I wait. For her glacier. Who I knew will never come”
I'm walking by a place,
A place that has lost its reason to walk by.
Now I look at it with a somber face and a heavy heart.
I do recall the times i was here,
the joy and cause I had to visit here.
But its not those reasons that make me low.
Not the nostolgiac talks or even the cause of the past that weighs on my soul.
It is the joy of then, and lack of it now that brings me low.
The smiles that were, the smiles that aren't and smiles that could have been
The smiles that could have been.
Now instead I walk falsely,
to make light of what weighs heavy.
To make light of what weighs heavy.
I hold my head a little higher, stand a little straighter,
work a little harder; work a little too hard.
Joke a little more, laugh a little louder and smile,
Smile a little too much.
To make light of what weighs heavy at the place I'm walking by.