Fourteenth part of the [21 Elements] project, inspired by Final Fantasy Type-0 (Reishiki). I'm playing the game!
This poem is dedicated to [Jessa Gabrielle R. Leonardo], the spray-wielder of the element...
LXXXIV
POISON
Triad of the heart
The spring has arrived at last
The story, revealed
Do secrets matter to us
When half are painted with lies?
It is just a curse
That life can deal with
Nothing to be scared
Or be afraid of
Yet people push it
To the very end
To its full limit
To its dark extent
It is just a curse
That they have provoked
It’s not what it seems
Like a simple thing
A curse is a bag
That people carry
As a sign of hope
And pain, and true love
Curses are blessings
That destiny gives
A test of friendship,
Faith and forever
Curses are powers
That portray weakness
That which unlocks truth,
The pure strength inside
Curses judge by pain
The long agony
The constant torture
That few have survived
Do secrets matter to us
When we are not the painters?
The pain of aging
Time wearing away
The youth that once was
A beautiful gift
The bells up above
Sound like of heaven
The faint harmony
Of resounding joy
Gazing upon them
With a constant smile
The atmosphere glows
A radiant vibe
Yet the curse hastens
The silent clanging
Rust is what remains
Of past memories
Within the dark path
Lies a hidden place
The sanctuary
Of nature’s beauty
A forest bestowed
With heaven’s power
Rainbow shades display
Ineffable cheer
Yet the curse dries up
The life force within
Death eating away
The sweet horizon
Do secrets matter to us
When we are the real secrets?
It is best to keep
The choice inside us
Realizations
Are better instead
Triad of the heart
Summer’s dawn is here to stay
And the rain awaits
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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'...
