i would never forget the times i am begging for you to stay i am grateful for those times you left me waiting; uncertain i know how your heart breaks more than mine but that taught me love’s greatest lesson to look beyond what eyes can see to feel loved beyond hugs and kisses and warm embraces especially at times when you are near me yet a single glimpse is not possible these times when love is love regardless of and no matter what these times when love is love even if it felt like a glassful water splashed, suspended in the air not knowing when to fall not knowing how to land unbroken unshattered unhurt these times.
i’ve always wanted a little prince who’d run around the house in glee i’ve always wanted a boyish laugh that’d remind me how it is to have someone tough and strong defend you, willing to break their bone.
but i wonder what about the boys in a war-torn country where they were forced to take arms and fight for freedom and equality where they were forced to learn to pull the trigger instead of holding on to their mother’s loving arms?
then i wonder, how about the boys in the slums and streets these boys lost in the loneliness and sadness of life’s harshest challenges these boys lost in the shadows of what could have been’s and what if’s?
how about these boys with raw emotions and feelings and thoughts how about these boys with dreams of becoming fine gentlemen someday these boys with hopes of a better life, what about them?
then i pray for the little prince i could have had but went on to be somewhere else lost in the battered pinnacle of their horrific dreams endangered, nothing to hope for, nothing to dream.
i pray there won’t be any boys left in great danger.
can you hear the voice of my heart? can you hear its cry and agony? can you hear it screams your name? your name. your name.
can you see the face of my heart? can you see how lonely and empty it is? can you see it longs for your smile? your smile. your smile.
can you feel my heart? can you feel its sorrow and affliction? can you feel how it yearns for your touch? your touch. your touch.
i wonder did you even get to know my heart at all? did you even get to understand how it beats of a hundred million love for you? did you even realize how deeply it love you for years and years?
do you know even a bit of my heart? i bet you don’t that’s why you left and took on the easy way out.
how do i mend my broken heart? my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope? for everytime i look at my self in the mirror i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.
that broken piece of me you took away i don’t blame you for that though but i must say i hated you for leaving me just like that.
unannounced.
how dare you not give me the chance the chance every human being deserve the chance to say goodbye the chance to watch you go.
but you went.
unannounced. unnoticed. and i don’t know if i could ever forgive myself or you, or the circumstances sorrounding your departure.
it sucks.
it hurts.
it pains me so damn hard. and i don’t know how to get over it.
you asked me if I can still take it if i can still carry on with all the pains if i tell you i’m tired can you do anything? can anything be changed? i guess nothing. nothing.
so let the wind blows my pain away let the dark night swallow my worries let time take all my heart aches by then maybe just maybe i will have the answer to your question.
for now let me love you no questions asked no hesitations no compromises just love pure love.
i inhale silence for it is the only kind of air my lungs are familiar with and i exhale indifference for it is the only way silence is expelled out of my system out of my body then i hush myself to sleep at night with the hope that tomorrow a new kind of air would breathe freely thru my lungs
Day 25 of NaPoWriMo – Today’s (optional) prompt is based on the aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. An aisling recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live. Perhaps she will be the Madonna of the Traffic Lights, or the Mysterious Spirit of Bus Stops. Or maybe you will be addressed by the Lost Lady of the Stony Coves. Whatever form your dream-visitor takes, happy writing!
i’ve never lost sight of you lately, in my dreams and in people i see you’re the one thing my heart’s been crying for months now with tears in my eyes i saw you walked me through my own childhood the games that children play, to which i failed to do ’twas so fun seeing you skip and hop; shout and yell.
you were there too maybe when i was talking to a friend one afternoon as i couldn’t get you off my mind, you keep coming out through my words the things we would have done together, and the places we would have visited sooner the friends and relatives you would have met around would surely be happy and gay just by mere mention of you.
one night you showed me how your growing days would be carefree and jolly, that’s how you want your days woud be you walked me through the playground you wish to go with the slides and the swing; you taught me to be play along i swear i’d do everything just to keep you and see you smile all along i swear i’d be keeping you company in all that you wanna do i swear to be fun around.
i never lost sight of you and i never i wanted to, for i got your name tattoed in my heart, in my mind and in my soul you will be loved and remembered wherever you are just promise me, you visit me always in my dream show me places you’ve been to, show me things you’ve done.
make me the happiest by witnessing you become the wonderful woman i’ve always thought you’d be losing you is tantamount to losing one pontentially good human being come back anytime soon let’s read my favorite childhood books let’s master multiple wordgames or we could play hide and seek; a game mama failed to do as a child.
but first let me start by calling you Mikaela, which means “one who is like God”.
NaPoWriMo Day 18 Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem that provides five answers to the same question – without ever specifically identifying the question that is being answered.
Five Haikus
I. just drop everything take a deep and solemn breath relax find your strength
II. it is essential to strengthen your inner core this balances you
III. close your eyes inhale count one to ten hold your breath eyes open exhale
IV. find your inner self meditate as you relax journey with your soul
V. the power is you the courage is within you search and go for it
michnavs 