Category: Poetry

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Answer Me. 

Can a bird fly without its wings?
Or can a kangaroo hop without its feet?
When a duck loses its beak, be watchful of the nonsense it brings.
Like you’d expect a guard dog without its senses to always result in defeat.

What good is a great eagle with poor visuals?
What importance is a hummingbird with weak vocals?
Like trees without flowers fail to attract,
And relationships without affection tend to fall apart.

How was I supposed to stay in love with you?
How exactly was I supposed to make it through?
When you destroyed the one thing that I hoped will stay in tact,
When you destroyed my heart?

A.

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I Write Poetry. 

I lie in bed and write poetry all day
It’s a secret, don’t tell anyone, don’t let word stray.
Sometimes it’s my reality and other times, it’s my deepest fears
But I can’t confess to my forbidden lover really existing or ever wanting to drown in my own bucket of tears.
Please don’t ask me what’s true and what’s fake,
I may curl up and fall apart in my own dismay, until my eyes begin to ache.

I stand in the shower and create lyrical poetry
That’s how I get through 10 minutes trapped in that tiny tiled dungeon –
The only way I can express my fears openly.
I try to look for similarities between the water engulfing my frail physical frame,
And the fear that overcame me the last time I called out his name.
Please don’t ask what happens when I forget parts of the poetry I created in that moment,
I may end up trembling with fear and never get the courage to put words on paper again.

I lie back in bed and attend to my half written works of art all night long
There are so many incomplete pieces, so many incomplete songs.
The type I can’t sing out loud,
It’s my own creation, shouldn’t I be proud?
My mind harbours chunks of incomplete prose,
Multiple unfinished thoughts.
Please don’t ask me why I can’t finish those,
I may end up with a heart beating fast and my stomach all tied up in knots.

A.

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Will You Remember?

Will you remember the smile across her face in the midst of adversities?
The curve of her lips,
Not half as wide as the curve on those hips.
The sad wrinkles at the corners of those eyes,
How special it must have felt knowing only you knew that these were all lies.
Will you recall those memorable maladroit movements when she tried to dance?
Like this was a competition, like the world was her prize?

Will you remember every arched back and rolled back eyes?
Those interactions that only required gasps and quivers
Inner jokes which started with one but ended with two fingers.
Moments where she was so overwhelmed, all she could do was stutter
Will you search through foul memories?
Like it were a fantasy, like it were fiction?

Will you remember to laugh at every turn and every corner?
The illusion that in your next lives you were going to be New Yorkers.
While thinking about the story behind every spot and every hideout
Will you promise to laugh like things were normal, like things were safe
Like an adventure wasn’t what this was all about?

Will you remember me?

A.

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I’m Laughing Now.

I can’t help but laugh
At those who ridiculed the person that I was
And the woman that I had grown to become
Who tried to change me
Cut and paste traits unique to me
Like I was just words on a piece of paper waiting to be edited, reviewed and approved by individuals who didn’t deserve to experience the joy that I radiate
Or deserve to admire the art that I create.

I laugh because I see these same people go through life
Looking for pieces of me that they had tried to cut out
In every girlfriend, every partner, every potential wife
Like the world was populated with varying versions of me
And our sole purpose was to be attracted to a caliber of men who never learned how to love us genuinely.

I am deeply humoured
But my heart bleeds
For the women who would never live up to my standards
Because as beautiful as you are, you would never look like me
And you too are brilliant but, you would never have wit like mine
Never ever would you speak with the same rhythm
Or laugh out loud and think damn I sound just like her
Your touch would never be reminiscent of mine
And when you move, our silhouettes would never be superimposed. 

I am hurt because you would have to pass through the same hell that I did
And experience the same pain that I did
You too would be ridiculed and forced to conform
To rules that you don’t live by in the name of love
I just pray that you grow to believe that are enough
You are beautiful, you are strong
You are as perfect and as whole as you need to be for the one who is deserving
Most of all, I pray you make it out alive. 

A.

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I Hate This.

I hate tears
Hate to feel
Hate to be knees deep
In emotions all so overwhelming
And words from acquaintances
All so endearing
I hate the weakness
The helplessness
The sense of worthlessness
I hate having to depend
On friends and family
This false sense of familiarity
Also having to defend
My reason to enjoy
This false sense of hope and peace
And comfort and solitude
I hate this.

A.

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One With The Universe.

There would be days where the universe feels your pain
And the clouds open up, pouring down rain.
To overshadow your tears,
And eradicate your fears,
But most of all, to remind you
That these struggles are temporary.
On these days, it is important
To reach out, grab happiness by its head
Because there is one less battle to be fought
And you will overcome.

A.

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Why Are You Not Emotional?

There’s pain that cannot be relieved with tears,
And lost confidence that cannot be reestablished with words.
Anger that cannot be quenched with a smile,
And depression that cannot fade away with a hug.
But most of all, problems that emotions cannot logically solve.

I don’t want to feel these.

A.

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Things Are Different Now.

My insides don’t hurt like they used to
My fingers don’t tremble like they used to
And my poor love centre,
It doesn’t feel as heavy as it used to
Doesn’t beat as faint as it used to
Doesn’t bleed as frequent as before
It hurts less.

My tears don’t stream down like they used to
My loneliness doesn’t creep up as often as it used to
And my need to withdraw,
It doesn’t feel as compelling as it used to
Doesn’t feel as necessary as it used to
Doesn’t feel as innate as it used to
It feels good.

A.

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R. I. P

So much has changed but the city remains the same.
Back in these streets,
Sunk deep in these sheets,
I can almost taste your scent.

One foot out and I’m stopped in my tracks.
Paralysed by fear,
Fear of reality,
We both know what happened was an unfortunate tragedy.

It’s only right that we burn bridges,
And bury disjointed friendships.
RIP to the transition from friends to family,
RIP to all forms of familiarity.

A.

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Thank You. 

Here’s a thank you note,
From me to you.
I could explain with a handful of quotes,
But I opted for something raw and true.

You accepted me in my weakest moments,
Saw the hurt in my eyes,
An ugly reflection showing years of endless torment,
And you came close to empathise.

You held my hand through this anger and pain filled journey,
Picked me up.
Reassured me on the days where I’d worry.
Helped me see through my half empty cup.

Ran towards me when I tried to walk away,
Reminding me of optimism,
To hope for a better today.
Thank you for being a reason.

A.

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