Getting Back Up

Sometimes events change your perception.

They are heavy and solid, made of coal;
Launched into your guts

And before you even know what hit you,
You fall. Into mixtures of negativity and bad omen,
Feeling lost and broken, unsure where to go,
Or what to do next

But soon enough you feel a change,
A higher morality. Enhancing your true spirit,
Into accepting this cannon ball of suffering

The real you will find its way out
Seeking the world’s inner glory
Bringing your peace and satisfaction to life.

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A New Emotion

It amazes me how quickly a vision can change,

Exploding with excitement like popping your first balloon.
Or bouncing along to your favourite beat,
That’s been skipping in tune with your heart,
As you follow your strong-willed belief in love.

Until the waves come crashing down, and
Tsunami reports on the news are instantly made miniscule,
Compared to the overflowing ache in the now-unstable muscle,
The sun-kissed light in your eyes murdered in a single split second,
When you find a whole new side to your idol.

Seeing yourself shattering in the mirror,
Rather than the mirror shattering at the pressure, that
Your hands inflict on the glistening screen,
Who once taught you how to be confident,
And you just learnt your worth.
But you insist on questioning what you are feeling now, the clock has stopped.

Why do things happen?
Putting your love in shambles,
Do these things you never knew were happening-
Cause life to inflict unnecessary harm,
That you now believe was karma on their part-
Trying to pull you away to see what they were hiding?

Instead of preparing you for the worst,
The haunting temperment of the situation kills,
Every good memory in your intertwined history,
But you want things to get better.
Praying that they will.
But going on, with such little trust,
And deteriorating health, lies the end.

The Power of People

We underestimate the strength everything that this planet seems to have.

Controlling the wind, earthquakes, volcanic eruption. 

Every little, or big, thing has an undisputable amount of energy and power,

But we, the human beings, only challenge ourselves.

Competing in a way like no other living creature; taking fighting for survival-

To a whole new level. And it’s almost depressing.

Watching the way things act and studying what they do, is unnatural for humans-

To build the same-sized nest as everyone else.

For the human ways are progressing, advancing, rising to an entirely new era

Focused on technology, but it’s incredibly exciting.

Despite knowing, or trying to understand, the people in charge of the planet,

Who do not care for us, but for an economy status-

Suggesting we are better than anyone else… also wanting immediate control,

Over them as well. Their dishonesty lets us down.

It’s time for people to take some time to notice the little things in life: 

Happiness, warmth, strength, others and love-

Since it’s a lot easier to feel passion, than it is to hate, it’s just human nature,

As learning to love is something we never stop doing.

And stop saving memories in closed-up bottles labelled ‘Regrets’, it’s time

To move on in life, towards a better future.

For, every living thing this planet inhabits, deserves better. Appreciation

Where Do I Go From Here?

One being, wishing upon a star

Wishing you knew who you are
Waves crash against your walls
That were built behind the calls
For you when you fell behind
The society you should now find
Try to fit in they say,
Why cant you have it your way?
You wonder as you continued
Your journey to be renewed
Renounced, reclaimed as a person
Your heart may be weighed by a ton
But know you always have me here
Supportive, caring, I’m here to cheer.

I Remember Who You Used To Be

Your smile was your strength,

In the days that no one now talks of…

But I remember;

Climbing over every obstacle,

With determination and passion,

And even when things overwhelmed you,

You pushed past the problems.

With more problems that also became-

A part of who you are today.

Conflicting yourself, despite knowing,

You were stronger than you made out to be,

Hiding from the reality that was too heavy,

For one little girl to hold by herself,

I stood by you.

And will continue to see-

The bright smile from the younger you,

My older sister.

Walking Around The Corner

Walking with your head held high,

Shoulders back, and looking half-assertive.

Everyone watches, as you pass on by,

But inside you are shattering into a pieces.

Keeping your eyes focused in front of you,

The subtle-sweat streams down your face.

Breathing heavily, panic rages the taboo-

In question: Is this normal?

Swinging around the corner,

You wonder; Did the indicating car, imagine

Me walking out- into its road?

Did the driver even notice, as the engine-

Drove down the road, I kept to the path of?

Relieved, I realize, I will never know;

Them or how they saw the situation.

Adrenaline will continue to show

Through my body, as I speed-up, in anticipation. 

Power of Speech

Controlling beyond imagination:

Words have so much power,

They should not be capable of.

Holding hands with their creator,

Destroying emotions, as if happiness

Was made to crumble;

As soon as the child looks up at the Sun,

With a sparkling heart and soul,

They cry out in sudden agony.

Naïve to the realisation;

What they love is what killed them,

And they will continue to fall in love

With words they are yet to hear.

The Wanderer

Wild and free, an unknown cat

Wanders the field of buttercups

Soundly sleeping in the bushes,

She awoken in the mist of my shadow.

Silhouette; she ponders her first impression

Questioning my aura, she looks up

Bright blue eyes, sparkling vastly

I squat down on the grass,

Hand held out to her just metres away

Wandering around me, I stay still

Quiet and smiling, peaceful in her company

I allow her to follow her nose kindly.

Rolling her scent into the grass,

She allows me to pet her behind the ears,

And feel her fur, stripy and soft.

[ This is not my cat ]

Minefield

Trapped. In this metaphorical minefield,

Where only poetry makes any sense.

Twisting and turning like a child 

Desperate to awake from a nightmare.

There’s very little hope that I will wake,

Surrounded by suffocating darkness,

I swallow all of my words and reach out

For I have nothing else to lose.

Walking through this black hole,

With sweating palms held out, open

I’m sure to catch all the pain and misery

Invented by the underworld’s Lord,

But with hope still strong,

I endeavour to grip onto any kindness,

A white feather, of my guardian,

A star, rainbow or strike of light…ning,

As long as it helps me feel something,

Anything other than this cold air,

Like a demon breathing down my neck.

I will not stop until I find the mine of Chance,

That may be in my way.