Tears of A Nightingale

Time is my dreaded foe...
distance keeps me imprisoned...
while fate waits like a black crow...
i remain patient, kneeling by my window...

Every morning i rise before the sun...
my heart and mind gently stirs me...
For they know i only awake for one...
so i smile because it's you i see...

I hear your voice, as if only beside me...
i sense your breath as warm as summer's breeze...
Your presence illuminates my day and lets me see...
only wonderous things for us to seize...

We talk till the sun reaches her sky...
till your night is deep and dark...
My day slowly dies as you fly...
you leave behind only a mark...

Days and weeks have crawled by...
i've gathered your marks on my being...
When i hear your soft smile i can only sigh...
for its you that i've been missing...

Time is my dreaded foe...
when will he learn to let go...
To let me run to you; my core...
where i will be freed forever more...

Bite Me

I hate it
the fact that i have to shut up
about the things i got to do
everyone has to do some shit
but i just can't take it
so i stubbornly throw a fit.

Now its about the anger
sensing the fatality
of the systematic disaster
oh, how i hate it...
i try and try to gather
but miss it bit by bit.

Pulling my hair out
i hate to be forced into
anything that i rapidly doubt
but i turn away from the clues
cause i cant stand the thought
of failing and disappointing you.

*Dedicated to all the poor souls who
have been forced to do research papers*


Note: Poem still highly applicable to other
shitty situations. Relate it to your own.

The Hands I've Held

Skimming through the pages i've written;
the ink describes my self discoveries,
curiosities and unanswered questions.
I smile as i've always known my pages
were missing the beautiful parts
that some of us take for granted,
forget to appreciate and i've let them
sink into petty notes by the side.

Before it's too late, let me take
the hands that have held me, helped me,
even the hands that have pushed me,
shoved me by the side, ones that pulled,
ones that carried me when i fell,
ones i slapped high-fives in the school yard,
that helped me finish stupid assignments,
the hands that held the ends of the jump rope.

Hands that drew pictures of ourselves in the clouds,
that maneuvered bicycles through small alleys,
on the dancefloor,some wiped the sweat off foreheads
that typed me a million and one messages.
Hands that showed me their own worlds
by reaching out to me and pulling me in,
hands that took nothing that belonged to us
that got us bleeding wounds.
I could go on and on and on...we all could
the co-authors of my great adventure...

My mates, buddies, friends and foes;
all but extras in my irrelevant stage production,
they were as real as night and day,
some come and go, few stay forever
but all i heartily remember...
Without these hands i've held,
i wouldn't have survived the world,
i wouldn't have survived myself.

May the pirate ship sail on!
May the adventures never end,
the treasure may never be
as sweet as the journey.
For the hands that i've held,
for the hands that i'll be holding,
no longer notes by the sides,
but truly essence of my crazy concoctions.


*Dedicated to every hand i've held,
especially to the ones that are still holding on.*


Thank you.

Unmasking Dreams

The colours had been melting off a face...
like ink dissolving with water...
i saw it drip onto the surface...
and suddenly disappear like powder...

This is what i saw in my dream;
a bodiless face, with holes for eyes...
colourful and vivid even in the dim...
it was unveiling to no sighs...

Dreams have left me pondering of late,
images that have stayed while some that fade...
I sometimes take heed of these voiceless messages;
the ones i choose to explore its passages.

Messages they may be, or creations of the subconscious...
whatever the form, i see what i wish to see.
Destiny and faith may appear to be a favour,
yet i will hold my own reigns and truly be free.

"Enslaved by our thoughts," said he,
this made me smile at my many 'dreams'...
The lingering wisps of illusion that cloud the sea,
my voyage is at its sweetest when it is mist-free.



Painting: 12__All_Sadness_in_the_World_by_mkedude110791
@ http://mkedude110791.deviantart.com/
@ http://mkedude117.deviantart.com/

Of Sidewalks and Pavements

                Every day I walk on the sidewalk, staring at the cobblestones and kicking loose pebbles. Every day when the wind blows my way, I put my collar up and bury my hands in my pockets. Every day when the sun shines above my head, I wipe the sweat off my upper lip. Every second and passing moment is a beautiful stroke of my brush painting on my canvas of life. The miniscule details are delicate; together the pattern is one of a kind, different from every angle. I display my designs and wear my artwork, kicking loose pebbles, staring at the cobblestones, walking on the sidewalk, everyday…  

                By the pavements, I notice people. Some are squatting and constantly waiting. Some are chatting merrily engrossed in buzzing activity. Some fly by with amazing speed while others crawl past corners sniffing and hiding. Some stand scattered and alone dazed in bubbles of their own making. Some smile while they pace themselves to the farthest horizon. They run, jog, walk and drag themselves…oblivious of me. I watch, learn, cry and smile. Then I turn back to my sidewalk, staring at the cobblestones and kicking loose pebbles.

            When I’m in a rush I run faster sometimes I skip when I’m happiest, or I just collapse by the pavement when I feel tired. I met someone not so long ago, by the pavement. He glowed and made me skip around merrily. I still see him by the pavement and I can’t help but smile and skip along my sidewalk. We talk and talk and listen. He holds my hand. Here I am, smiling with my hand in his.

                Everyday I still walk on the sidewalk, staring at the cobblestones and kicking loose pebbles. I still turn my collar up when it’s cold and wipe my sweat away when it’s hot. I still paint on my canvas and create new patterns of artwork to wear. My heart has always been light and carefree, but now, when I see him, by the pavement waiting for me, it beats faster and faster and I smile unknowingly. My heart, still light and carefree is filled with more joy and love. I skip more and more, he smiles and takes my hand in his. Here I am, still on my sidewalk, only that now I have someone to walk with.

 

 Artwork : Butterfly_Kisses_by_luciole @ http://lucioleloong.com/

Eternity

the lights grow dim
so i slowly flutter my eyes open
i stare at you standing by my lamp
you see right through me don't you

i lift my hands and reach for you
but you seem further away now
yet you have not moved
i am slightly confused, but i still move

oh my head, it aches..it burns
i remember now... you were here
where i am now, but then
i was crying on my knees

i begged for you
that was all i could do
the room spun, i hit the floor
you closed your eyes

i am here now, reaching for you
i miss you
i love you
forevermore...

Photograph : adoration_by_esdi @ http://esdi.deviantart.com/

The Traveller

Footprints of time glaze the surface 
His deep sighs lift the desert's music 
Once upon a time, he lost his compass
Far and wide he was forced to seek
But instead, only to discover man's curse
A secret in a chest at the highest peak.

From birth he has walked across many plains
Barefoot under the scorching heat
Explored the jungles of concrete, the tropics
Even the one hardest to beat...
Filled with dark caves and webs of deceit
Where few venture and most admit defeat.

Now long-limbed, supple and still young at a glance
He is already tired of mock discoveries
He now, like many, yearns to make sense
Of the signs and images of forgotten stories
Yet it just feels as he's peering through a lens
He has only this, no other worries...

Majestic Queen

She awakens to the sound of thunderous drums
Her soul shakes in its temple
Vibrating with power and fury
No longer in chained shackles

The source illuminates with power
Exploding and engulfing her in bright light
It is time to bend her head lower...
It is time to gift her with sight...

Blinding are the rays of freedom
Heavy was the burden of illusion
Splendorous is the view from her kingdom
More alive than any thriving passion

She sits quietly by her throne
Gazing into the never-ending horizon
Breathing softly she no longer longs
for the deep mysterious unknown...

Her palms lie gently among the folds of her robe
Her gaze shifts to the inside
She shuts her never-opened eyes
and never returns..

Icarus

the clouds have cleared
and the sunglight breaks in
piercing through the cracks in the sky
the ground breathes relief with each ray

a smile draws itself on my face
i am weightless once more
my wounds close and turn to only scars
as i gaze into the distance where the horizon awaits

wings burst forth from my shoulder blades
my hair is long once more
the wind is coming from the east
i take off my sandals and wait by the beach

it is coming, i can smell it, hear it
over the crashes of the waves
i can hear it reaching me
it's coming... it's coming... it is here!

ahh and i let go and fly...
high above the sea and lands...
i glide effortlessly
as if the universe is mine

the sun is closer and warmer
i feel the heat on my face
on my feathery wings..
"beware of the sun" i was told
and this i must hold.

Artwork: Icarus_Completed_by_dfbovey @ http://dfbovey.deviantart.com/

A Nightmare Monologue: Killing Me Softly

I am trying to be alright. I try to lie and trick myself to fight. I am trying to be alright.

I am trying to do me. I write and dream and be. I am trying to do me.

I am trying to laugh and smile. I pull myself up and walk my mile. I am trying to laugh and smile.

I am trying to sleep peacefully. Instead i toss and turn and wake feeling damaged internally. I am trying to sleep peacefully.

What do I do? Now that tears can’t streak down my face and my head is anchored at a tragic bay. Now that I push and pull with all my might, but only to move around in circles, over and over and over. I try and try and try, I slip in and out of dreams and reality. If this is not madness already, I beg for it to come quickly and numb me. I try and try and try. I smile and smile then I cry.  I don’t understand why I now can’t do what my mind is telling me to. I did it before didn’t I? When I thought I would and could never strike. I relive the agonizing pain, but why am I questioning it? I know the answer, because I breathe it. Now I’m left wondering, what would cure my pain; this disease? During the day I dream, I dream, I dream. In my mind I think, I plot, I worry and oh when I sleep…  I am tormented by the one deeper within me. Where is 'me'?

Painting: Eve_Fights_Off_the_Shadows____by_jasinski @ http://jasinskiart.blogspot.com/

Lonesome

am chained to my chair
and trapped in this room
why must things be fair
even when darkness looms

i feel like a caged bird
missing the wide open spaces
i feel like i've been curbed
and am quickly loosing my many faces

i know this is for the best
but i just cant help the loss
i understand this is no test
but you're my love, my source

minutes, hours and days will pass...
every second i am missing you so
for you i will conduct this fast
food, water and air no more

i am so lonely...
my song is tuneless
my paintings are colourless
and my writing; emotionless

i am so lonely...

Artwork: Before_Dark_by_EdgarT @ http://edgar-t.deviantart.com/

Venom

The blood in my veins have poison
suck it out before it kills me! 
Before it takes me to liaison
with the devil without a fee. 

i feel it seep and spread through, 
like that infectious disease, 
like a predator on the move, 
evolving like a dangerous new species. 

My fingertips vibrate and pulse,
i hear the blood gush inside my head, 
i then stare at the nails covered in rust, 
and wonder how time has started to fade. 

I used to express myself through movements, 
by flowing and making odd gestures, 
now i trudge solemnly by life's pavements, 
and only dream about those once green pastures.

The poison has given birth to a terrible monster,
questions and answers have deceived me...
So here i lay and ponder, trying to foster
all my energy to one day be sucked free.

Artwork: Snake_by_Dandebird @ http://dandebird.deviantart.com/

A Story

It all begins with a leap…
handicapped and frail i weep,
sitting below the mango tree
and feeling all but free.
Lost and hollow i now be…
forever more and further i flee
trying to grasp those lost at sea
but their swimming out my hands you see…
Waving silently at people so merry
while sitting and sulking in misery,
while they dream pleasantly,
while i perish slowly,
This is how it be…
I've forgotten happy things…
my memory of them sinks
heavier and tighter are the steel links
i've forgotten happy things…
I try to trick myself and lie,
while i smile, inside i die
other times i am numb and sigh,
and dream about how we used to fly.
I don’t want to tell sad stories,
or paint dying lilies,
i'd rather travel through cities
begging for ‘priceless pennies'.
It all begins with a leap…
handicapped and frail i weep,
sitting below the mango tree
and feeling all but free.

Photograph: Story_by_ManishaJM

Eureka

I stagger frequently
i waver religiously
and i fall constantly,
i do it all repeatedly...

My platter is as full i make it
my dish; as colourful as i set it
and my glass; as full as i see it,
i do it all bit by bit...

Then why can't i...

Do the things i need to
complete the work i have to
and create the things i want to
i try to do it all and fail to...

It is now clear as day
why my mind was astray
for i could never begin to say
how much i seldom worked and was all play.
However, my mind was triggered today
by some things that may
make or break my way
and force me to pay.

Goodbye to aimless whims
so long to deadly pills
sayonara to painful ills
and au revoir to owed bills.
Hello to no-more-frills
good day to powerful deals
vanakkam to the sun and hills
and bonjour to my 'quills'.

"Symbiosis" by Pilobolus

Sparks countless thoughts and emotions...
Oh, what joy to create, express and appreciate such splendour...

There is no science without art, like there is no art without science.

"Cant you see, we are meant to be."