Poems

Daily Prompt: Snippet of Film

In my last moments will you be my last thought?

In my last moments would you even have a second in my story?

My life is composed of short snippets of film.

Snippets of the grand moments in my life.

They are all filled with joy and freedom.

Even as they lay me to rest; I still feel alive.

These are the moments I will hold on to in my end.

Do you see me in the air because that is where I’ll be.

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Snippet

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Bare

For me it was real; even if it wouldn’t last

for me every moment, every conversation meant something

The silly games you would play that made me smile was real

I meant every word I had shared with you

None, of me was a lie; it was all real

Now, my heart crumbles with the thought of the lies

My breath shakes when I think of all those past times

I pride myself of being my self and now I fear of it

I fear being judge for who I am or rejected because of it

Mostly I fear of being taken advantage of once again

Trust is no longer one of my cards

Trust of people over all has forsaken me

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Red ink

White walls 

Red ink 

Letters that curve as she speaks 

While you see insanity 

I see wisdom 

As she only writes what her lips do not say 

White walls 

Covered in ink, do you ever speak

For you are the only thing that hears me 

Sees my tears at night even when I sleep 

White walls 

Please never say what you must over hear

Instead let them read what these lips do not say 

In my red ink 

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All my life

All my life I have been destroyed

Told that I wasn’t good enough

My accomplishments meant nothing

Yet, my failures would be plastered everywhere

The fears that taunt me at night were silly little dreams

Never taken seriously

My cries were never seen just ignored

Insecurities became the punch of every joke

All my life I was taught to destroy myself

No one is better at it then me

 

 

 

 

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Calmness

Zero emotions but too many thoughts

They zoom past so fast

Cannot seem to capture a picture at all

Blurry lines that intertwine is what I end-up with

Emotions that want to be felt

Run through my hands like water

A curse and blessing for sure

I know that one day it’ll all come back

The thoughts will be ten times

Emotions will threaten to destroy me

The water will freeze at my touch

Blurry lines will stay still for a moment

Just enough to capture an image of you

Do I want that day?

Probably not, but it seems inevitable

For now, I’ll enjoy this small gift of calmness

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You would not dare

The words I don’t say are the ones you hear

Those are the ones I don’t need to say

they are meant for me not you

they feed my soul everyday

who are you to take them from me?

Why, when I speak you don’t comprehend?

Is my accent too thick for you?

You correct my grammar every chance you get

You made a joke once.

Said you should teach ESL.

Now, that you are immersed in culture  

HA, did I forget to laugh?

Or was my palm crossing your face enough for one day

You said Immersed as if we are a toping for your ice cream

A flavor you can sample and throw away

A topic for conversation; not the people who scrub your floors every day.

Surly, not the people you blame for your grass not being green enough

No, not you. You wouldn’t dream of being, so stereotypical.

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Not an option

Simplicity has never been an option

Always striving for the best

Climbing to the top;

Not to be the best but to prove myself wrong

To drown the thoughts of failure

To laugh in the face of fear

While some dream of a white dress and pearly shoes

I’ve dreamt of big cities and writing in vineyards

Creativity is my escape

My outlet from everyone and everything

My home away from home

It endures my frustration when most can not

It does not judge my lack of knowledge or my inability to let go  

It loves what I love

Better yet it lets me dive in the unknown