Sunlight on my face


Sunlight on my face,

hope to have a shining day.

Searching the way to life,

with all the bad things wiped.


Sunlight on my face, 

running the longest race...

which is the race of life,

where you don't have to fight.


Sunlight on my face,

just continue with normal pace.

One who tends to fight,

will always remain behind and aside.


 - Taher Chakkiwala

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The poem is about life and how can we live our life happily. It says that we will have to face problems in life but if we get back instead of fighting with the problems then we will never be successful in life. 

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No I am not

No I am Not! 

I am no poet ,

No I am not 

Nor a Philosopher,

No I am not 

Tis words I speak 

Make me a lover 

A lover , of what

Nothing but art 

The art of life 

Yes that I am. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem explores the fact that you don't need to be some

one wise or important to enjoy life. Because we are all artist and locers of life.

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I can conquer the world
I can’t conquer my mind
Each day is a new battle
Some fought with steel
Some fought with words and hope for the future

How can one man be so different from morning to morning?
A soldier today; a poet tomorrow
A better question:
How can a person live this way?
Uncertain of whether he will rise from sleep with sword or pen in hand

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The Death of Life



                      The Death of Life

Death is the name that fills us with fright,

No wonder it comes for us in the darkness of night.

We trudge through the day hoping to survive,

And becoming surprised when we come out alive.

We have the days that make us glad,

But we are overwhelmed with days that make us sad.

We learn to cope and hope for the best,

Guessing that this is just a big test.

Though we try to stop it with all our might,

We cannot stop, The Death of Life.

The only thing that could be worst than dying,

Is probably living on and trying.

I'm sorry if this poem is getting you down,

I didn't want to turn your smile upside down.

Look around you and listen with your ears,

I'm telling you the truth that's all you need to hear.

Maybe you're lucky and you always seem happy,

Or you are the ones who's life is really crappy.

I like laughter it's fun to hear,

But I can't seem to find any that is near.

I fight depression every single day,

It always likes to get in my way.

I'd love to be happy all day long,

Messing around and listening to a song.

I'm having trouble finding the happiness in life,

It's hard when it's filled with such strife.

Maybe you could find it and share it with other people,

Get on a church and yell it from the steeple.

Don't let life give you a tear,

Go find the happiness in life, it's somewhere out there.



           Austin Rathbun 




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please give me your feedback on this poem, I am writing another book called Vice at the moment but I will keep posting poems for your enjoyment in time. Thanks

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Chapters of An Unwritten Book; The Life of...


Hard covers without a title, 1930s antique pages

in between are blank but full of inspiration and a

life lived one chapter at a time. Each chapter

should be read in accordance to the life of…yet,

the life of…is unknown.

The book is in dedication to imagination and

creativity; the biography of the life of…is up to

the reader to narrate, possibly edit. The only

titles you will find are in each unwritten

chapter of the life of…; the first chapter’s title

is simply, ‘The Birth of…’

One cannot go without thinking of the

childhood the life of…embraced, the memories

a child keeps, and the friendships developed.

Thirty-six chapters all-together of blank pages

to the readers, but for the author an

autobiography full of adventures, lessons, and


Chapters two to twenty-five are titled

‘Immaculate High; the other side of the life of.’

The readers can imagine the unimaginable to

them, but for the author it is more than a life

of highs and lows; is about the first and last

crush, the downfalls, which became

triumphant results that shaped and molded

the life of…

Chapters twenty-six to thirty-two are titled,

‘Higher Learning,’ the reader cannot read

the words; however, the reader may narrate

as he/she wishes, to the author these are the

chapters that gives the details about

conquering education’s highest platform with

a degree; a time in the life of…that will never

be taken away!

From Chapter’s thirty-three to thirty-five two

letters title each Chapter, ‘IO’, to the reader a

fascination that no words explains or

paragraphs to detail the life of…for the author

a commitment and desire for knowledge and


Chapter 36 is simply titled, ‘Ellianah,’ to the

reader is just a name; however, for the author

it is the beginning of the new chapters of the

second unwritten book of the life of…

copyright2013 #soulkritic 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The Life Of...

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Second Cluster/Echoes

(After Cluster One by Pink Floyd: Division Bell)

Echoes, echo hoes resonate preceding silence 
in noun—vowels are useless, yet effective in 
pronounce, without a word would only be an 

Animals dance with Pigs—some take flight, 
together they fly high, soar low; creating new 
species, breeds that multiply…
an evolution cluster.

Seventh Sunday is a term for an unexpected 
newborn (in my culture) unless you know 
Spanish; you really do not care what it means. 
A cluster of ‘I do not give a fuck.”


An alignment of stellar proportions, an 
astronomical cluster; “Introducing the offspring 
of my soul; come winter the world will know.” 
Parenthood…an emotional cluster.

Adapting to responsibility with an interest I did 
not expect from myself so soon. Running out 
of favors, nocturnal ways will soon be paternal. 
Feelings are a cluster.

Constantly reminding myself, “I live for another
heartbeat,” and a failure I will not be, sedate 
me from moments of unclear thinking, desires 
within…clusters of the flesh; sins that condemn.

Damned Soul’s life begins when I awake from 
the dream I am living in a conscious cluster, in 
reality in the subconscious cluster of the mind.

Remember that the image in the mirror is 
reverse; right is left, left is right…
a psychological cluster of poems defining the 
life I live or not? 

Echoes continue to resonate, a cluster of echoes
if you will. 

Copyright2013 ‪#‎soulcriticpoet‬

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Life echoes!

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Who I am

I am compassion, I am apathy
I am love, I am hate
I am trust, I am suspicion
I am content, I am enraged
I am hopeful, I am terrified
I am a creator, I am a destroyer
I am light, I am dark
I am found, I am l lost
I am what I feed
I have been feeding the shark
I have been cutting of chunks of flesh and unconsciously letting the blood drip into the water
Time to feed the birds



Endless they come
Zombies all and all
Shopping for nothing
Bastardizing the mall
Leaving out to bring more
Little people, big people
Junk monger whores
When will it stop
Oh look
My carts full to the top...
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Lost Purpose

The inside


I see pain

I see fear

I shed light

On dark fears,

That's my life

That's my name

So why do I

Feel this shame?

Now I'm lost

And never found

Because no one

Hears the sound.

Still I smile

Through cracked teeth

To hide the moster

That lies beneath

I say "purpose"

I say "Life"

And I deal

With other's strife,

Like a hero

But still hollow

Tired of waiting

For tomorrow.

So start listening

And kill your buzz

Because no one misses

That which never truly was...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

 My first time posting here, and it actually took me 3 tries. Something aboutMathis website made my Internet crash several times, and the auto correct here kept trying to "fix" my lines when they were already perfect.

Are these common occurrences here?


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