I don’t exactly remember my inspiration for this poem, but I think I wrote this as a self-help poem, because I was somewhat hooked to being sad (yeah, it’s totally weird, but I like it), but not to the point of things like emo-and-the-stuff-like-alcohol-drugs-violence-suicide-and-others-hidden-between-the-lines, not that kind of thing, but it was because maybe I had dreams and aspirations that I’m rushing to achieve, and that somehow saddens me because I don’t wait for things to come into my life, and those are the things that will only be attained in the far future ahead of me, but anyway, I won’t explain much because I’ve got stuff (he-he, now you know who I am, that’s why don’t ask for anything like those little things.) Anyway, I’m just sad that’s why I wrote this, that’s all. :)))))
XIX
DEFINITION
I hear a distant call within
So far away in empty space
A faded vision seeping in
A sphere of thoughts and wires and lace
A cup of tea amidst the rain
Like salty tears engraved in dust
A moon embracing shadows wane
Like old deteriorating rust
A sharpened note in songs so sweet
Brings forth an ocean from afar
A flattened note in words to greet
Remembers all that were, that are
A withered rose amongst the snow
Reminds me of the butterflies
A shaded star amongst the glow
Reminisces the clouded skies
A wand’ring soul in urban dream
Like outcasts in a desert storm
A blank page in a worded ream
Like broken novels without form
A hand that searches for a pair
In dis’ppearing reasons to smile
An eye that finds for lovers’ lair
In restless waters all worthwhile
A heavy heart in lightweight case
With much of things unsaid, undone
A tired soul so old in days
With flooded minds and all and none
A nonexistent dot alive
Like swaying leaves in autumn roads
An ultimatum: abyss dive
Like pendulums and sounding nodes
A damp of warmth in frozen heart
Doth stir the blood from endless sleep
A touch of taste in every part
Doth break the locks from torment weep
A burning ray in winter coat
Awaken sense in breathing flare
A beat of light’s uplifting float
Raise entity to hopeful stair
I hear the call again, again
A cry in thousand directions
But what goes next? And then, and then
A cry in million dimensions
I see, I see, a phantom there
So verisimilar to me
But does it lead? To where, to where
To sunset beaches, to the sea
I follow to horizons there
Kaleidoscope of life’s motion
And, yes, it leads! To where, to where
The waters make a reflection
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
