Life is quite the trickster isn’t it
So much weight, weight upon weight
Back to back
Continuously like a production chain
There comes a time, a need to choose
Choice becomes important
Either the dagger or ones life
What’s your choice?
Life comes with desperation
A need to defeat, to conquer
Desperation comes with claws
Chocking the very life out of you
Will you succumb or conquer
Desperation is either a monster or a saviour
What’s your pick?
Ooh white rabbit take me away after the rain has fallen and the rainbow has raised with the rage of a rose flower
Ooh white rabbit take me to wonder land and lock me in a cupboard along with my pride and prejudice
Then maybe we should turn our palms to kiln and bake china’s for the famous Pope who always preached psalm and always seemed to walk away without his pride
Ooh Peter Pan where are you for I still age in wonderland, the only thing I seem to have become is Thumberlina but I just want to remain nine
I wait for you by my window tonight so we could travel to the star behind the moon along with Tinker Bell where I would never age in Neverland .
I wrote this poem for my English poem test when I was in secondary school so I found it randomly and decided to post it, please leave a comment 😊
On those days sadness knocks on my door with flowers and a picnic basket
I’d play the music so high the floor would shake drowning out your knocks
Do you know how hard it is to fight back tears on those days depression knocks at my door reminding me, we were once lovers
I caste you away sadness
I caste you away depression
There is no place for you in me anymore
There are days I wonder
If I found poetry OR
If poetry found me OR
If we both collided in the middle OR
If the poems needed an anchor OR
If I needed to hold on to something.
The words are ripping themselves out of my heart, they seek freedom from the casket I had long buried them in, they tell me every night that they need a new host if I can’t let them feed on my soul anymore and all I say back is “soon, little ones, soon you will be free but it’s not my place to let you out, you come out when your host can no longer harbour you”.
This days the silence is suffocating
This silence is so loud
I have grown deaf to the silence and mute to words
Are you drowning, in this silence?
It’s claws are scratching against my skin
Are you chocking, in it?
How does it feel to hear, to listen
I see the man beating the omele and gangan
I see the masquerades dancing to this soundless music
I look around and everyone else is clapping and I find my hands clapping but I don’t hear a single sound
My head is loud but the world is quite
It’s silent but I feel the echo bouncing from wall to wall
Echoes of silence
Silence never betrays
I want to hear even if its a pin drop.
Owls that wanted to be nightingales
Vultures that wanted to be eagles
Parrots that wanted to be ravens
Hawks that wanted to be Phoenix
Ducks that wanted to be swans
Ostrich that wanted to be peacocks
Chickens that wanted to be turkeys
Pigeons that wanted to be cardinals
Monkeys that wanted to be man
Man that wanted to be an angel
And an Angel who wanted it all left with no wings
We all want to be better, to be different but you are forever you ,for all eternity
So darling, wishes are meant to be wished for, for they do not belong to your being.