Phoenix

Burning to fly,
Rising from the ashes
And learning –
With each fall,
Pleading with the next one
To rise. In the darkest
Hour, with each twilight
Bust into flames
And be reborn,
More alive
Than destiny claims.

Poet’s note: Dear reader, have you ever sat in a darkened room and just crying yourself? Hopeless? People say it makes you stronger, eventually. For now, I’ll just say – breathe.

Discovery

Fill my heart with this feeling
That encaptures the broken pieces.
I saw the clash of contraries,
A melding not mixing
Of the light and dark;
A powerful symphony.

Hollow and content,
Wandering till twilight
Hoping the answers will suffice.
Beautiful, as it wrecks the cynic;
What am I to make of existence?

Poet’s Note: Have you ever been stuck in crossroads due to simple choices? While there is white, black and grey, I feel like I’m often stuck in blue, locking myself out of everything. Or maybe just barricading myself inside? Oh well.

Mood music: Ben Howard – In dreams

Long poem: Unbridled Spirit

In this mighty grey,
She trails behind.
Behind her kin,
Her friends,
Behind the ones.
Trying to be better.

It is such a slow progress
Once, then twice and then some,
Breaking spirits as they come.
What will you do?

Unchained, she limps on;
Scrapping wounds,
Sweating blood.
Trailing behind,
‘Loser’ is the term
With which she is defined.

Yet, she is unbreakable,
No, let me clarify,
She is broken
With golden inlays.
Unbreakable as the pieces lay,
Scattered to be reclaimed.
Her soul retains
It’s hearth at its very core;
She remains
Unbridled.

Are you there
Listening?
Or maybe trailing
To watch
Her, succumb?

No, they are unbreakable.
Among all gists of things,
They realize, that like the
Fire and water, and the spaces
In between,
They remain
The unbridled spirit;
Especially in the spaces
That the dark claims.

They are
Unbreakable.

Poet’s note: Have you ever felt that you were trailing behind? Have you ever dealt with depression that wrecks you? If you’re still breathing, if you’re still trying, whether it is for you or for someone else, to me, you are unbreakable, and just damn inspiring. Good afternoon!

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Journey

Like the wind blowing
Throughout the year,
We change our tides, failing
And fairing; to never disappear
Into the abyss
That we, oh so fear.
In the darkness within the depths,
And the light past the distress,
We dance in the rain,
Even when gloom remains.

Still.
We strive; humans so turbulent,
Yet we rise,
Past the blunders and the beasts
That haunt our time.

The journey in the dark,
The journey to steer
Between the narrow
Wisps of hope; blues
Reds and green,
And everything in between
Melds with my
Metallic skin.

The past, so slow to fade,
Yet the future,
Glows.
Are you awake?

Poet’s Note: What are the demons that haunt you now? Have you ever dealt with something that tore you apart, but built you at the same time? It is not always rosy, and sometimes it is downright shitty. But we, humans, we persevere. That’s what I think. Good evening!

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Wordless

Dreamy, bright and so
Right. The knight with
Everlasting sweetness and light.

How can she tell you?
The worthless worries
Paired with blatant
Insecurities; you
With your perfect streak.
It took just a sigh,
To set it off course
The tingling that
Pierced in through
Touch. Lips unstrung.

For now, we ought to stay
Non-existent.
She’s not the one in your heart,
Your treasures lie in the past.
Smile and shine brighter,
Goodbye, for now.
Wordessly, she fades
Within the grips of time.

Poet’s Note: Have you guys ever been liked someone but wasn’t sure if it will work out? How do you let it go? Affection, like, love – such interestingly blissful and utterly painful emotions.

Missy

Mood music: Yuri on Ice by Taro Umebayashi

It’s okay, it’s okay,
Dearest mine,
So what if it dies out,
So what if it changes,
So what if it’s the rage of angels,
So what if the tide rages?
A sweet memory, beneath the sunshine;
She lies down with the starlight,
Mildew of midnight, and the
Mist will clear out, alright!

The girl from the dark,
Rose from the past,
So it’s fine.
There will be
Another time.
Be strong sweetheart,
You’re neither a coward
Nor a shadow that never lasts.

Poet’s note: Have you ever had a moment or moments in your life, that changes you as a person? They are like the clouds, ever so persistent, ever evolving, and constantly moving. I hope you guys still know that you’re loved, somewhere by someone and that there is always hope, even when the situation is dire.

Good night! ♡

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Precarious

A chaotic statis,
In the tranquil mayhem.
A stronghold,
Ever so bound.

With breathless silence,
Still, we watch on –
The moment suspended and
Passing between the spaces
Between the million faces,
The wanderer remains
Still.

A wishful comfort,
With trepidation at large;
A lingering truce,
While the reverberations last.

Author’s Note: Time and time again, I am reminded that life is rather precarious. Everything can change within seconds, and so, every second is precious. How do you make a difference in your tiny corner? How do you make a difference within yourself? We may be, but a tiny speckle in the universe or in the grand scheme of things. But as my favorite fictional character said: there is no one in this world who isn’t important. So, how are you today?

Between the cracks

There are demons,
Before your very eyes,
Passing by,
A spark of anger
Whenever they rise,
Blinding the brilliant light,
Busting through the hearth of a child,
What do you do?

Mutiny,
Malice in your heart
Ruptures the black –
Paint it red
And paint it wide;
There is a shadow
That flows with time,
Break the bonds
And scream.

Mage of the dark,
Do you remember her dreams,
Her fears and call,
Fall beneath the whirlwind
Clad in black,
Glad to be back
Riding between the cracks,
Failing to fathom the laws –
The lands fall,
Destiny seems far.

Author’s Note: This poem is pretty dark since it is influenced by the recent happenings in my hometown. It was very painful for me, because a kid was sexually abused by grown men, who worked in close proximity to the child. Some parts of it resonated with my own experience. She’s doing better, and thankfully her parents listened to her. The scars may remain, but I hope she lives on to have a wonderful life. I’m including the picture with this poem, because the Japanese house exudes tranquility and peace.

If you guys have ever experienced any sort of abuse, please hang in there. There will be dark days, even a spiralling cycle. But you’re very brave, and are worth everything good that the world has to offer. I’m also open to talk, if you guys want to talk about your experience with me. You’re amazing, and I truly mean it.

The song of winter

A symphony of
Joy and sorrow;
A blend
With a hope for ‘morrow,
The harshest winds
And the pandering pain
Pulverized, the moment
You gaze into the
The fog
That subdues the planes.
For a little while,
The tainted,
With the innocence of the snow
Shall rise – to live on another day.

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