How does a snake know of flying? How does an eagle know of crawling? If they’ve spent their entire life among their companions Discussing philosophy, discovery, with like-minded individuals?
How do we use our minds to improve society if these same minds have dragged society to the rubbles that it currently lays in?
This piece is from a poem that I’m considering releasing as a part of a poetry book. It won’t be released anytime soon, but it’ll happen.
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i woke up to a post-rainy day and i complain of the rain but the birds are happy.
an air contaminated, but with a warm embrace the smell of calm comfort to breathe in in an atmosphere of relief
the rain taps my window with an invitation but still left its loyalty when i responded in fear. i curse the wetness of my decaying possessions, the ground rejoices for the refreshing cleanse
the trees stand bright and green flowers dance, though dirt on their leaves i look, i smile close my eyes, ask myself why
clouds in the sky inspires my somber thoughts but the streets are at peace and a casual stroll becomes therapeutic
a cool descends from heaven; the sun reveals a new shine of light; worms find reason to leave the darkness; the birds decorate outside with a chorus
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It’s a constant doing: trying to catch your eyes so i can demonstrate the smile i’ve been working on in my mirror every night to impress you so you’d return a smile that purifies me more than mine ever deserved your attention.
I’d tell my friends: i’m not into you…like that but each time you walk in i race to find the parts of you imprisoning my attention
Sandals for footwear: casual; the art of “i don’t care” everyone competes each other’s looks catch views with their suffering hooks but you be you: simple—a natural form
From lazy hair to the liberty in your steps, (i know you were not even trying) the casual black leggings, random sweater plain face for the world to see, shirt dancing tango with your body. a beauty disrespectful
So my mind flies to a future you and i smile to get lost in…into our bedtime. until I wake up! run to English class: a race, when you walk in a wish, that you were mine.
A FEW THINGS:
Thing One: The last time I saw this girl was on the last day of my English class back in University in 2015, but till this day I still regret having been too wimpy chicken to shoot my shot at her (court her/ask her on a date). I didn’t even have the courage to give her this poem!! ::(((( #sadnessandtears
Thing Two: I could’ve sworn I had posted this poem here already at some point in the past, but I searched through my archives and couldn’t find it. If I did post it before, and you had read it in the past, well congrats! You get to read it a second time ::))))) (you’re welcome)
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