Poetry

Crushed

No one out there

will ever

be able enough

to break the columns

of your castles

or glorious stature;

So stop right there

when you say

they crushed it all for you;

It was just

a bare touch

a faint mind

and a feeble heart

of you.

 

 

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Popular

Lights flashing

spotlights hovering beneath marbled ceilings

stale Swarovski chandeliers complementing

those satin robes ladies were dressed in

hand in hand with men in tuxedos and

diamond crusted cufflinks;

The crowd was a picturesque

painted in strokes of wealth, popularity

an epitome of glamour

and the esteemed;

When he finally came through

the 15-foot tall mahogany doorway

soft applauses echoed throughout the grand lobby

all eyes laid on him

the one most popular

and wealthy standing;

His eyes sharpened

jaw eased, broad smile across

wine glass high up above his chin

hailing each and every one’s

trivial accomplishment in coin and fame;

Yet beneath this glittered coating

laid a rotting dull pith

benumbed to solitude and masquerade

for the ages spent in pursuit

of mere fame and money;

As he edged closer to wealth

and acclaim

he fell back from

friends and family;

Yet tragically those in awe can never

see past the tinsel crust

of those lacquered over

by popularity

or money.


For Daily Prompt: Popular

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Poetry

Those who stayed

People come and go

Relationships blossom then burn;

How many

sorry must I hear

abrupt endings must I experience

before those who come abide

and blossom into treasures;

Maybe those who left

were never once

flowers laying in the garden of mine

but rustling leaves passing by;

Flowers may wither

but they never die

for they leave a dozen more

of them growing behind;

Like those who wish to stay

will always find a way

back to your place

even with the gusts so strong and

heat so overbearing;

they will always

choose to stay.

 

 

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Poetry

Twenty first

Her day

was today

of candles, cakes

warm gestures

well wishes and

everything she could ask for

from a day like today;

Of all is just the start

unto a wider, brighter

more beautiful, branched

hurdled path

that awaits her

bold embarkment;

Starting from this day;

may she grow

wiser

braver

and kinder

with every cobblestone

she lay foot on;

And never will she forget

to find strength in adversity

find love under her own skin

and to always make giving

her priority;

This is her day;

her garden of lilies

and daffodils

all finally effloresced.

 

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Love, Poetry

Lesson

Of the many who left

and the few that stayed

taught me one primal lesson

that I will forever embrace;

That beauty is in the mind

and home is where the heart lies;

To fall in love with ideas

sentiments, dispositions

emotions, consciousness

unconsciousness and

anything intangible

that the mind intrinsically weaves;

go beyond the periphery

to love the beauty within;

And seek refuge in

warm heartbeats

that pulsate along with mine

but never

in chilly hard

empty shells

with no signs of vitality;

Fall in love with the

tangible intangibles

and take abode in the

intangible tangibles;

for touch and beauty

can only satisfy

the sensuality of the skin

but never

the lust of one’s heartstrings.

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Love, Poetry

Sand

Glistening

golden

blinding;

What we had

seemed

as precious as gold

as imposing as stars

but wait

and take a closer look;

Don’t give in

to superficiality

that easily

place your bare hands

feel it

and you will see;

The shine has ceased

the only stars left are those that

have reached their demise

no pure gold

only fool’s gold

for what we had

all along

was only

a handful of sand;

The perfect deceit

that made us

 all held onto

it like gems;

A disguised deceit

or maybe

a chosen deceit;

But how could we have not known

with the scorching caress

and flimsy embrace

of which all point towards

not gold but sand.

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Dreams, Poetry, Short stories

The Meaning (of life)

White piece

Blank sheet

Empty canvas

waiting to be dirtied

in the name of art;

The theme this week
was “Meaning”;

She wasn’t too sure

what to fill in

this time it was vague

unlike the previous weeks;

Yet maybe it was just what an artist

needed

letting the colors

of her mind flow

without supervision;

Meaning of art?

Meaning of mankind?

Meaning of life?

She wasn’t yet sure

which one speaks

to her in her

palette of pastels;

She wasn’t even sure of

the meaning of her own;

She is an artist

meanings to her

are temporary

and flow like fluid;

Whenever she starts

painting a new piece

a new meaning lives

and dies immediately

when she’s finished;

Face in her hands

Wet hair disheveled

Eye bags sagged;

It’s been 3 days since

and 3 days remaining

to nail this final painting;

The last of her hurdle

the last piece she needs

to join the ranks of prominent artists;

Just one

last painting;

Then she suddenly recalls

her first painting

when she was fifteen;

Her mother’s

face dotted with drops of bittersweet;

It was their first

family trip overseas;

A mother’s guilt towards

her child for not being able to give

her more than what she wishes to give;

Her second painting

was a week after;

both she and her mother

sitting under a blanket of stars

eyes crinkled

beaming;

It was the best moment

of their entire trip;

Her third painting

was a blend of pastel hues

on a human body

with budding flowers

etched all over it;

It was her first time

in love

and a truly fairy tale feeling;

Her fourth painting

was dusky and grim

a lone figure

in absolute darkness

gated away from civilization;

It was that one time

when she felt most alone

and misunderstood

when her dreams were drowned

and looked down by so many

that even she herself

stopped believing in her own dreams;

Her eyes were dewy

cheeks rounded

an unconscious grin emerged;

She knew

what the meaning of life

was for her;

She raised an arm

and a plethora of colours

poured over the canvas

like how the notion

actualizes in her head;

The meaning of life

lies in people

and dreams;

We make memories

with those who warm our hearts

and make history

with dreams that

set our hearts burning

wild and free.

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