Inhalation Close my eyes, I am not forever. Exhalation Resonances of heartbeat pounding in my head. Inhalation My pains temporarily disappear, time fastens. Exhalation Hide my tears for I don't cry.
I thought it's impossible for the Disease to destroy everything. Chemical pressures degenerates the mind easily. Uneternal ways are used to attenuate the suffering. Just close my eyes and wait for relief to be over.
Forgive me, I could not fix myself. All this distance between other hurts Can't let me go, my actions cause me pain!
Time's not slowing down, accelerates for sure. My sanity, it isn't infinite. Too much imbalance, unable to endure. Cynanide levels won't come down. Judgement torn apart without thoughts. Heart disappears with Disease that mature. I don't expect too much happiness Whispers to myself "I hate you." Do I know that?
February's crescent moon adorns the sky like a lovely golden pendant one wears on prom night with that special guy O' crescent moon, O' crescent moon leaves all the girls and guys dreamin' With thoughts of those lazy days in June when sleeping under diamond stars and a crystal moon was heaven
Do it all, seize the day, my love! Fly, soar, sail, climb, Dance, sing, o fiery thing, You've only one lifetime, For wonder and discovery, Joy the sorrow abets, In raucous revelry, Like gods cub cats.
My words echo into the abyss, Frail and yet to be heard. My mind begs and screams for the knowledge I have yet to learn.
Time breaks and fractures my heart while space attempts to sooth it with a lullaby. My skin burns with the heat of a million suns that blink at me from the above the sky.
My thoughts race faster than the protons of daylight. Yet I can't tear my eyes away from the vast emptiness of the night.
A Wonderer, and A word–weaver, Holding few experiences Volume with substances Crafting those threads Self-defeating, self-preserving
All good old memories, Rescued by an ink Release ownself, Enable to rip the darkness, Image and its’ reflections Eclipse of reality, A dream within a dream Wish to acknowledge A travelling soul.
Genre: Abstract Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Is a word used to describe the capacity in which we are able to carry amounts of weight
Strong
Is what we call body builders, muscley men and women who we look at and say "wow they're strong" just by looking at their shape
Strong
In the dictionary is described as "having the power to move heavy weights and perform other physically demanding tasks"
Strong
Means something different to me and when someone turns to me and asks
What does strength mean to you?
I respond with,
Strong
Is the woman that carries a child inside her for 9 months and perseveres
Strong
Is the person who has to force themselves to carry on after they lose someone dear
Strong
Is putting both of those things side by side and losing the woman that raised you
Strong
Is knowing she will never be there to face you
Strong
Is carrying on after having the most important person to you snatched right from your fingertips
Strong
Is trying to move forward knowing that your stomach will churn every time the word “Mum” comes to your lips
Strong
Is a word they tell me I am but why doesn't it feel that way?
Strong
Is a strength I hope to feel one day.
This poem has taken inspiration from the different forms of strength and what I believe strength is. How our perception of the "ideal" shapes our literal sense of strength rather than taking the time to consider what we actually believe is the true definition of strength.