word by word

stanza by stanza

the limitations in this world

can all be removed

simply

by 6 words

 

i want to write a poem

 

it's as easy as that

if you know the right words

 

 

the flow of time

past

so fast

present

so slow

future

i don't know

familiar

deja vu

stranger

i dunno

similar

maybe

different

am i supposed to know?

simplicity

could be

different

im no genius

 

 

maybe

 

hands clenched tightly

people hover

like humming birds

fighting

for the last

bit of nutrition

before the piercing

cold

their wings blur

you fake a smile

but you really want to-

get everything to start

the wings flash faster

it's not that big of a deal

but

somehow

right now

it seems

like it is

like it's

a really big deal

maybe it's the cameras

maybe it's the smiling humming-bird-people

maybe it's the plastic bar over your head

you don't know

maybe

 

 

where bat?

 

where do the ones engulfed in tradegy go? (The Underland Series)

 

do you know why snow is white?

because it has forgotten what color it ought to be

 

such a sad color

don't you think?

but black's even sadder

you know why?

because it swallows you whole

it blinds you

how do i know?

because ive seen

someone dear to me

swallowed by such hatred

it wasnt that she wanted to be

swallowed

but she was anyway

the hatred stripped her

till she was nothing but a skeleton

hanging momentarily

in the air

oblivious to all shouts

before crashing to her doom

stripped into nothing

similar to her former self

 

in the midst of this

an innocent voice asks

unknowingly

 

where bat?

 

 

Reader's Response (Poem)

 

take it easy

but open up

when it's right

cause if you go too long

unopened

you'll soon forget

how

give what you wanted

dont take the easy route

cause theres a easier route

with lots more

jive

 

 

The forbidden three

 

gray looms over

like an ominous cloud

rain begins to drizzle

the streets are bare

and gray

the sidewalks

overturned

the houses

abandoned

this city where no one wanders

it rains everyday

from dawn

to dusk

three small figures

crowd

in an abandoned house

shivering

and hungry

one has loving eyes

one has fearful eyes

one has a dream

 

to rid this city

of the tears

that have rained down

for as long

as anyone can remember

 

and one more

to rid this

pitiful world

of war

a big dream

indeed

it would be a miracle

if it could

one day

become reality

but with what sacrifiice?

the rain drizzles down endlessly

like the pain

that has poured continually

never ceasing

on the threesome

 

the pain

that only they know

they try to rid of

with just one goal

the fight

for their survival

 

gradually

their innocence fades

as the cruelty

swallows them whole

 

rain

pain

is there a difference?

if so

what is it?

 

when will the rain cease?

if it ceases

 

one place

 

there is really

only one place

the living go

when they die

it's not a good place

it's not a bad place

just like the living world

but it is empty

not dark

not cold

simply empty

no matter what

it's the same place

no heaven

no hell

it's just one place

and they stay there

some of them

disappear

in time

no one knows

how much

because no one

thought to bring

a watch

are they reborn?

i dont know

no one ought to tell me

they just come and go

they probably wont remember

this place

and that's probably for the best

they wont remember me either

im just someone

who's there

 

 

the country that awaits destruction

 

this is a very

sad country

no

i dont suppose you could call it sad

misfortunate

may be

a better description

it never rains

it drizzles

it never snows

it hails

it never shines

it glows

a dark, gloomy glow

like a inevitable omen

there is always

silence

in the air

a tense feeling

of the coming destruction

waiting

and waiting

for something

anything

to happen

it's been

a really long time

since this country

if it can even

be called a country

began waiting

for its destruction

perhaps

even longer

than its existance

 

 

not an angel

 

she roams

the world

the galaxy

around

and around

numerous times

in a trailing

torn

white robe

a cloak of the dark

surrounds her

like an omious cloud

her footsteps are invisible

she looks as if not seeing

hears as if not hearing

smells as if not smelling

tastes as if not tasting

feels as if not feeling

her empty eyes

gaze at you

but she doesnt see you

she sees something else

something not of this world

traveling mindlessly

as if searching for something

searching for something she doesnt know

but she needs it

and she wont find it

cause it's not here

it's not anywhere

it's already gone

but she must keep searching

for if she gives up

like the rest

she fears

it will really disappear

people say she's an angel

but she knows

she's not angel

she's someone

who has

unknowingly

released

all she ever had

and now

she desperately

tries to get it back

 

 

unable to evade

 

a puppet

is an eternal companion

it cannot die

when it breaks

it is fixed

a puppet

is able

to maintain

its image

for an infinity

or more

years

that is

the beauty

of a puppet

and with that beauty

there is a sadness

uncomparable

 

 

i will only betray the world like how it has betrayed me

 

deeper

and deeper

into that core

called 'void'

sucked slowly

into that

black hole

unable

to climb out

sinking

deeper

and deeper

unable to regret

unable to change

any longer

 

until we

can only

betray this world

like how it

has betrayed us

an illness

only death

can cure

 

 

the hand that has let go of everything of value

 

i watched

clutching cold bars

as a shadow faded

within the flakes

of falling snow

disappearing within

the bare trees

without a single leaf

of winter

these coldly iron bars

that prison me

i will stay

here

 

 

not this, not that

 

have you ever wondered

what it is?

 

not this

not that

 

slowly fading

from existence

as the sun glimmers

through

darkened clouds

 

melting gray

in the pavement

 

Intention:

well i dont really understand what i was intending on here because my poems are really kinda random. developed from my random ideas i happened to come across on some random day. this poem really just demostrates how so many lives/lights disappear from the world everyday and how nobody may know they ever existed in the first place. i mean, they are already gone but this way, it seems as if they really are gone. like they were never here in the first place. they dont know who they are and nobody can tell them cause they disappeared. and thats just too sad. if no one knows them maybe they really never existed. its jus kinda this meaning enveloped in some mist. if you ponder on it for awhile- you'll find it. you wont have to think for like a hour cause it's not really that complicated. just a few minutes or so.

 

 

the silence

looms throughout

the air

all engrossed

in their own

worlds

truly

i question

i dont really understand

do i?

math

ela

social studies

science

foreign language

i question

why they invented

such things?

couldnt we

all just

live in peace?

for as long

as time will allow

why

must we

greet these

uneeded complications?

in the end

they just might

lead to our own destruction

an eternal

simple

life

a limited

complicated

life

theres simply

nothing

we can do

no

we can

but its already

too late

we wont

 

 

one big fat lie

 

when it all ends

all its gonna be

 

is one big fat lie

 

cause theres 

gonna be

no one

to remember

its all just

 

one big fat lie

 

everything

just keeps on lying

not to each other

its to themselves

they cant help it

its just the way they are

they continue dreaming

keep dreaming

until not a speck remains

you would be scattered

in the wind

but there is

no wind

enveloped in dreams

in order to prevent

your destruction

 

it is the dreamers whom

are punished the most

 

i read that on a advertisment

on a glass display

i saw

one day

going home

 

punished again

and again

 

 

Reader's Response (Poem)

 

the air

is warm

almost suffocating

the sun glows

onto the morning dew

a bird chirps

'good morning!'

someone wakes

walking down the

bare streets

sleepily

pajamas trailing

rubbing his eyes

in an effort

to wake

walking deeper

into an

enveloping mist

ignorant

into an unknown

world

entranced

and made unconscious

by the sweet

exotic

fragrances

that taints the air

like poison

slowly seeping

into the body

reaching the heart

til the person

is too faint

to stand

slowly into

an abandoned

dimension

where no one dwells

a hand

lures him in

floating gently

as if he

can take over

the entire world

by just

flicking a finger

power

 

 

they are so easy

 

so easy to trick

 

a car screeches

to a stop

a door slams open

people gather

fearful expressions

concerns

light gossips

 

 

whom will be next?

 

why?

 

what lies

before the car

is a deformed body

deformed by poison

leaving no trace

of its existence

what is left

is only

a parched skeleton

 

amidst the red lights

a hand returns

to its dwelling

a child catches sight

of a single

tear

sparkling

like the only star

in a night sky

 

 

melancholy

 

the child thinks

she has never

heard of that word

before

yet

in this minute

she seemingly

understands it

better than anyone

ever will

 

 

crying tears

 

she wonders

how odd

why am i crying?

 

 

a language must not be invented

 

claws reaching out

to grasp

whatever it can

in fear

of being alone

nothing is familiar

is anything

is familiar

everything is strange

cold

indifferent

wandering

in desperate search

of something

even if its only

the slightest bit

familiar

a desperate search

for home

the home

that exists no longer

 

 

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz

 

 

philosophers

 

think about it?

there is no

such need

you live

so you live

you die

so you die

do you know

there is not

many philosophers

nowadays?

 

 

blow

 

blow wind

blow

twirl the leaves

rustle the people

blow across

the barren landscape

we call

'home'

running

flying

as it

is your last blow

not too long

will it truly

be completely

barren

let us hope

you will not

be caught

for we wish

we wish you

to carry our ashes

as you always

have

 

be kind

wind

 

 

xxxxx

 

a symbol

of death

24th

letter

of the alphabet

even as innocent

as X_X

in the eyes

of evil

cartoon characters

 

what does

it mean

to have

5 x's

lined up

like this

 

xxxxx

 

quadripple death

5 alphabets

or the death

of innocence?