Tag: poem

Waterfalls

Waterfalls,

A spectacle even the most pessimistic of people can’t help but admire.

 
The gleaming, rapid white waters tumbling down rocks underneath, smoothened by the neverending downpour.

 
Or the majestic roar of the falls as they make their way to their destination.

 
I, myself, have been revisiting the same waterfall for some time now.

 
However, what has brought me back each and every time has nothing to do with her beauty.

 
Instead, I was fascinated with her ever-changing nature.

 
On a cool, rainy streak of days, her waters barreled down the rocks with great power and were all the more spectacular.

 
Then, on the drier, sunnier weeks of the summer, she was naught but a few trickles of water over the rocks below. I found this mesmerizing.

 
From one season to another, she was almost completely unrecognizable. However, she always returned to full strength, thanks to her undying persistence.

 
I still find myself returning to her, and always will until nature calls my name. I know she’ll be there forever, despite her highs and lows.

 

There will be tough times, where the water slows and seems to be coming to an end, but these are nothing but phases. She always returns, better than ever, and she always will.

Tide

Today, the coast is swallowed by the tide

Remaining close to the rocks

Where the people reside

 

You see, the tide longs for a friend

As it’s a lonely world

When you reach land’s end

 

However, the time always arrives

When the tide must go out

For in the ocean it thrives

 

It’s nature’s tug-of-war

The tide struggles to recede

Two steps forward, one back to shore

 

Despite the struggles, the tide will weather storm

And by the end of the day

Will be deep at sea, reborn.

 

We can be likened to the tide

Overcoming many obstacles

Throughout our life-long ride

 

The journey is a tough one too

Like the tide, we will change at times

While searching for our path to the ocean blue

 

As we change, we’ll grow as people

Striving for perfection

For life has no sequel

 

Then, we’ll come to see

Perfection isn’t attainable

The key is to live with happiness and glee

 

Finally, we’ll make it to sea with that in mind

Smiling at what we’ve accomplished

As we leave the world behind.

Independence Day

As the pyros light up the sky

I think of you and I

 

You shot up into my view

I couldn’t take my eyes off of you

 

Exploding onto the scene

Almost felt like a dream

 

Your colors so bright

What a beautiful sight

 

Difference is, you’re here year ’round

Always there to make my heart pound

 

So, when tonight comes to a close

I’ll still be Jack, you’ll be my Rose

 

There is no need for goodbye

Our spark will never die.

Self-Love

Where I lay right now

Is the lowest of the low

I’m in a place

Where nothing will grow

 

I hear the rumors swirling

Like an out-of-control black hole

And I’m feeling that

I’m going to be swallowed whole

 

Where I stand right now

Is the highest of the high

I’m in a place

Where even the dead come alive

 

Only the rumors still swirl

No matter my state

I’m left wondering once more

If they’ll ever be escaped

 

I despair over the cycle

One I despise with such fire

For a drama-free lifestyle

Is what I desire

 

I sought a solution

And it hit me today

It’s quite simple:

If you love yourself, it’ll all be okay.

 

Some love to talk

They’re a miserable breed

They laugh when you fail

And cringe when you succeed

 

Though their words are vicious

I’m smiling with glee

For I am at peace

Knowing I’m happy with me.

Death


Always take the time

To spread love to all

For you never know

When death is going to call

 

The phone rang two years ago

March seventh, to be exact

“Brandon’s been in an accident-he passed.”

I couldn’t even react.

 

A friend with a heart of gold

Loved by all and hated by none

Gone in an instant

His parents lost their only son

 

Though my heartache never ceases

I carry on strong

Knowing Brandon is with me

On his own ride along

 

I cherish the lessons I learned

From a brother wise beyond his age

Whose advice kept me on track

Acting as my personal sage

 

The memories hold strong

Like our last night together

“I’m proud of you, Michael”

I’d never felt better

 

I’ll see you one day my friend

When my time is up too

Until that time comes

I’ll be missing you.

 

III.VII.XV

Lion

lion

Last night I lost sleep

Over the opinion of a sheep

I could not ignore the bleats

As I rolled beneath the sheets

 

 

When I woke I frowned with dismay

Due to the mistake I made yesterday

Disgruntled by my lack of composure

Falling prey to a poser

 

 

I’ve learned my lesson now

To not furrow my brow

But to ignore the talking

And keep on walking

 

 

My patience will be tested

Though I’ll remain invested

For only the weak

Lose sleep over sheep

Used

destroyed book

 

As you grabbed me from the shelf one fateful day

Commenting on my spectacular, albeit morose, cover art

You immediately were interested

Flipping through my pages

Fascinated by my unintelligible contents

Seemingly written in their own language

And took me home, determined to figure me out.

 

From the get go, you were different.

Most spend a few minutes attempting to crack the code

Then return me, no longer interested.

You, on the other hand, did not give up.

Your diligence caught my attention

And I decided that it was time.

 

I blessed you with my delicate contents

Decoding what you previously could not understand

And opened myself to your seemingly great intentions

Delighted by your apparent interest in me.

 

The only problem was

You weren’t delicate.

Or truly interested.

 

You were selfish.

Blazing through my pages

Not out of genuine interest

But to find comfort in our shared pain

Offering half-hearted advice and sympathy

While damaging my pages further as you read on

Looking to improve yourself through my mistakes

With no regard or care for me.

 

When you reached the end

You left me in worse condition than before

Then found a new story that piqued your interest,

Placed me on the shelf you found me,

And left me at the mercy of the next careless soul to open me

And further destroy what once was so pure.