He believes to be

When did he think
he was possible?

why did he
twitch at
the ray of light?

why did he blink
to the sound of voices?

how will he cry out
where no mercy dares echo?

who taught him to believe in Life
when he was not wanted?

Who will tell him as he awaits to breathe?

Renewed from 2012

Unfolding Flower

unfolding flower
with what hope
will you be born with?
with what dreams
will you be enthralled with?
with what desires
will you be allured with?
with what sorrows
will you be shrouded with?
where will you face
to seek the sunlight?
where will you turn
to weep with the rain?
where will your seedlings
fly?
where will your petals
fall?

2012

let me live my life as a leaf

let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb…
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbling to rustling brown bits
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me…
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear for each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them…
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me…
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.

LifE

Once there was an If

That wanted to meet a Then

But didn’t know when

And after many nots, no’s, and simply cant’s

If struggled to have anymore

Wait for Then

Because If and only If

Knew that Then

Would be how

If became within Life

But the more If

Encountered Else

If realised there’s still Life

Waiting for Then or not.

Eulogy

Will anyone in your eulogy

Ever mention the regrets you died with?

Ever reveal the secrets that haunted you?

Ever pity the mistakes you made?

Ever wish you were better?

Ever comment how much time you wasted wishing you were as perfect as your eulogy would be?

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A response poem by asoulwalker

When I die Tell them I was flawed And they can do better And I should have. When I die, Tell them I had dreams But often times Was far too broken to try. When I die, Tell them I mattered But they mattered more And they need to love each other. -a soul walker https://asoulswalk.wordpress.com/

Pain

When you’re in pain

It’s hard not to think of an end

It’s hard not to think of an off

But to do so is human

Yet seeing it through is not a really a fair choice

So much fear, so much doubt, so much so to think of just getting an out..

If it were… though… how many of us would stay the course?

How many of us stay to see a little more with a little less each time?

How am i stronger?

How am i strong

When I’m still submitting to weaknesses?

Brushing away the nagging feeling

That things are not alright

That they can be better

But it’s in my hands.

How am I stronger

When I still am not able

To make the right

And cut my losses

To shape my life

The way it should be?

The way i so want it to be…

A fatal brush

The ants continue to swarm
colluding, confiding
in whatever it is that’s rotting.

Something still awaits to
announce itself
its stench is lost to me.

Do they know of their doom?

of the broom that looms?

their scattered demise in one fall swoop?

A fatal brush,
A bristled death.
I look away
let them crawl away
let their beady bodies
cluster in writhing clues.

Strung Along

one thread
strains to be cut. 
or tied
strongly…
happily seeking no other knot.
the tangles have been no loops,
the curlicues have built tight mazes,
yet something still pulls it towards the stitch.
Who has landed it a line among
all the others wound upon paths,
intertwined and round?
After all, do they not all await
to enter the eye of light?
Becoming binded,
upon another worn destiny.