My World

11:30 p.m, the hour grows later,
a woman drives speedily home expecting the sleep that awaits her,
a man makes sure his kids are tucked in and fast asleep,
and it seems the whole world dare not make a peep,
yet one guy still carries on,
unimpressed with the lateness of the hour or the approach of dawn,
this has been me recently,
as I’ve realized that I am free,
a high school graduate just waiting for the ceremony,
nothing else can concern me,
though I have many worries and things to do,
scholarship and work hunting as well as colleges to apply to,
life hasn’t played out as I planned,
but I still have been dealt a good hand,
just sometimes I wish I could cry,
so that there would be less twinkle in my eye,
so that maybe I could look deserving of a pity party,
and escape the stress of worrying about things that matter very little to me,
so as you can see, it is as always is,
life being advised what is best and using my time unwisely because I’m a wiz.

Some many times,
I’ve made many lines,
forming nice rhymes,
and poems of many kinds,
always hoping for signs.
 
Sometimes I wonder if change,
can really come from expression of words,
It’s just so strange,
like the wordless songs of birds,
The thoughts of human minds,
can they be changed with a few short lines?

A reason to get out of bed in the morning,
A reason of being,
A reason to get over our mourning,
A hope beyond what we are seeing,
A truth that we can’t deny.

Be courageous and try,
Be joyful and glad,
Be sad and cry,
Be upset and even get mad,
Be yourself and don’t live a lie.

Continue on the path ahead,
Continue to give it your all,
Continue to go forward inspite of the thorns where you tread,
Continue to stand tall,
Continue to live toward achieving your purpose and you will see,
Continuing life will be easy as A, B, C.

I died twice today,
and only started to rot,
after I realized there was no way,
for my heart to return to its spot.

There’s just so much I want to share,
with someone who understands me,
and who’ll always be there,
but you close your eyes as if you can’t see.

My heart is a balloon,
filled with the hot air from your words,
which never fail to make me swoon,
and wishing to fly away I envy the birds.

Maybe the birds envy you,
hovering here and there,
even in hearts you made blue,
the sky’s no limit for your heart grabbing stare.

Sweet lies filling our minds and heart with cavities,

so we look for a dentist to remove our calamities,

but sometimes the truth hurts like pulling teeth,

and leaves a gaping emptiness beneath,

and part of us shatters in the force of gravity’s

pull, as our hearts struggle to comprehend these mysteries,

and we find hurt and peace in truth but just sometimes,

we’d prefer sweet lies and for life to give us less lemons and more limes.