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- Words from the heart. -
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Wednesday, July 19, 2006
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Time
An entity with a life of its own, that heals all wounds
Destiny
What's bound to happen whether I like it or not
Reason
Logic that overrules my heart and begs me to stop
Hope
For something better than what I've received from you
Refuge
In those that love me and care for me, whether you do or not
Life
It's my own, not yours; steal it not from me
Heart
It'll understand and accept the truth that this was not for me
God
Who I have faith in, to lead the way and keep me safe
Decision
I make my own, to live my life the way I want it, away from your clutches
I want to soar like a bird, in this vast sky
A blue with streaks of pink and orange;
Where I roam around, liberated and free
In hope for a better future that lies ahead of me
I drown you down to the seabed of my heart's ocean
And bind you to a rock
That you may not surface up again
I use the rock to harden my heart
And wait for someone with the courage
To melt it, not shatter it like you did.
** Yup. As the title says. Words from the heart. Truly. Maybe a little disjointed, and not very poetic. But as I always say, it's always better to rant poetry than prose no matter how unpoetic it is. And well, it's a blog ain't it? Not exactly writing publish-able poetry here...
A mixed up structure and all, I know. Just trying the effects of having a poem with a unique structure. And it's a very simple poem, direct and from the heart.
Yeah, so, finally, after a long time, a really long time. I've had no time to sit down and write, but I guess sometimes things happen that absolutely demand that you push everything else to the back of your mind, ponder on your feelings for a while, let them out in any way, then go about the normal routine, so that you can live your damned life in peace, without any distracting/disturbing thoughts banging the doors and demanding room in your already overcrowded brain, filled with things that matter;and strong emotions nagging at the frail strings of your breaking heart.
Time to go back to the normal routine.
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- Black face -
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Why doth thy black face look upon me
Away with you, I want no more
Bright evil eyes, penetrating eyes
On your malicious black face
O anger and annoyance!
Thinkest not thou 'tis time
That you leave me be?
I will have no more of this
Far away from you I run
To find some white in my life
With purity in its very essence
Peace that will calm my mind
Away from the fury, the frustration
That grips me, maddens me
When your black face looks upon me
**Ok this is quite a random poem. Inspired by a black cat I encountered while coming home today. It looked extremely evil and was sort of glaring at me. I glared back. It cowered in fear and stalked away.
I don't think I'm mad at the cat (it did me no harm), but it really did look evil ok.
Just that my mood wasn't fantastic for some reason; so I might have let it out on the poor cat by glaring at it unnecessarily (but hey, it still looked evil).
Oh well. The hatred and anger and frustration isn't against the cat don't worry. I'm very pro-animals. In fact even pro-cat. I LOVE garfield! He's such an adorable fat greedy smart-ass cat!
(But of course that's not the point.) Point is, I agree this poem's random. Next one coming up.
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