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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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