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The stars wasn’t as lonely as she/ gathered with many/ pinpricks in the sky/ tears pricked her eyelids/ The sun wasn’t as lonely as she/ The sky his very home/ clouds passing by/ The days just passing her by/  The streams wasn’t as lonely as she/ For she was always running into rivers/ She was running out of time / She was one in the universe/ a lonely planet/ orbiting herself

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These feelings can’t last always

hands pressed against the glass

drowning in an ocean of tears

burning bright

stars eventually go dim

collapsing

dreams lost in the black

whole lot of doubt

Turning over into a new day

but still the same

a lone star

in an overcrowded sky

outside the social circles

invisibly traipsing

 

Creativity suppressed
by depressed thoughts
the war is fought
in the mind
a palace becomes
a prison

Anti-Valentines-Day-Metal-Playlist

 

 

 

The flowers have long since wilted

 

Chocolate kisses have melted

 

You never came

 

I tire of plucking petals

 

Being a starry-eyed maid-in-waiting…

 

For you to come

 

Bleeding love?

 

My heart has turned tortoise shell

 

You took too long

 

The relationship sailed on

 

Leaving me to drown with insecurities

 

 

I have been writing poetry for awhile now, ever since I was seventeen. So I decided to create an e-book of my poems entitled A Rook Among Sparrows: poems of the lonely dreamer, which can be found on Amazon. My poems are mostly about dreams, having them, trying to achieve them, never giving up on them. I am still trying to achieve my literary dream. It’s the same one I’ve been having since 2004.

cover2Here’s an excerpt from my e-book of poems.

Saturday Night Poetry Club

Oddity.

Like a rook among sparrows.

A glimpse into the looking glass

Doesn’t capture

Isolation.

An island of woman sinking into the sea of fears.

Tenacity.

The last leaf

Clinging in the autumn breeze.

The pre-goddess years-21

The Teenaged Version of Myself

she is unsure of her steps

held back by a reluctant tongue

her words are quiet

she stares shyly across rooms

her feelings are written

instead of spoken

she wades through mutinous days

and tear soaked nights

she tries to fit in

but she doesn’t belong

staring through mirrors

she wishes she was someone else

the teenaged version of myself

drew herself into a corner

home wasn’t the best

school was much worst

she was often laugh at like a running joke in sneakers

she was a tight ball of isolation

watching the world through plastic lenses

her heart had the longest longing

the teenaged version of myself

didn’t know the power of dreams and dreaming

being true the thyself

but the adult version of myself

ignores the laughter and whispers

and marches to her own off beat drum

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Still. Silent. Planted firm between a rock and dreams. Patience of a pebble. No surrender of dreams.

Standing on the edge of hope and disappointment. So easily torn between keep trying and stop trying. The winds of doubt blow dreams like scraps of paper.

No matter how long it takes, never cut loose that passion that burns like fire. A fire inside your very soul. Snip. Snip the naysayers. And believe in your decade long dream coming to fruition.

She was born with a spark. Catching fire. Her torch could be seen from the hilltop.

She was born with a spark. Losing fire. The winds of doubt sent her torch teetering.

She was born with a spark. Reigniting fire. Too many tears doused her torch.

She was born with a spark.

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paper doll

She felt like she was made of something other than flesh and blood

she felt paper thin like a paper doll

a paper doll with a torn heart

when she should have skin like an elephant’s

hers was more like parchment

she was a paper doll

a paper doll with tattered dreams

tears streaked her flimsy cheeks

this paper life curled at the edges

she wanted to strike a match

and burn down this paper house

dying embers falling like rain set aflame

this paper doll wanted to sail away

in a paper boat.

Blood orange sunset
tea bitter with
tears.

The flowers grow blood orange sunsets
in winter
crystal petals
prick
crimson drops.