Spinning Motion

I hate this spinning
motion
that spawns in my chest
and spreads
to every
bit of my
body
that ends in each inch
spinning in different
directions
to where I can’t figure
if my feet are up
or sideways
if my heart is thumping
or stopping
if this world is a
vacuum
because there is
no
air
no
sound
and I am
scared

(An old poem)

Haiku: Hope

At times life is dark
Then the light bursts forth with hope
And all’s well again

Haiku: Before it’s too late

Plant flowers in people’s hearts
instead of leaving them upon their graves
Before it’s too late.

The Night and Me

At one with the night and it’s magic,

creative to the extremes,

epiphanies and ideas flow like running water,

expressing all my inner thoughts and dreams

Haiku: Memories

Memories linger

like stale cologne on the skin

unforgettable

Something I could never have

Do you ever feel like you’re fighting an unwinnable battle
Nothing you do will ever be right
Nothing you do will ever be good enough
Things will never pan out
You will never get what you want out of life
You can try with all of your heart
And all of your soul
But you are just not meant to succeed
You are not meant to be happy
The moments you experience
Only provided to tease you
To show you what you’re missing
To show you what you don’t deserve
To remind you what you’ll never truly have

(wrote this poem few years ago)

I’m Like a Butterfly

To love me is like catching a butterfly

That is always able of flying and escaping

You can’t cage me

Or own me or have me

I always fly

I always leave

I’m a tornado

I’m like a tornado

You don’t see coming

Once I hit,

I’m like the wind,

Blow you away;

Make everything spin.

Don’t care anymore,

Friend or kin.

Yet if you decide to stay

Might find me exceptionally loving

 

Nocturnal

Have you ever felt
Not at one with the day?
That the sun is monotony
And blue skies ever grey?

The sun on its pedestal
Has no warmth in its aura,
Making banshees of us
And defacing the flora.

But as the yellow orb sets
Sacrificing its light,
A portal is opened
For the realm of the night.

The pale-faced moon,
Outshining its brother,
Infuses an aura
Unlike any other.

In the sapphire void
The stars come to dance.
The brightest are seen
By gazing askance.

In the deafening silence
The world is alive.
The night and myself
Are like bees to the hive.

I feel I am free;
For these hours I am Queen.
My kingdom by day
Is shadow and unseen.

I call me nocturnal
And the night be my realm;
A silent dark ship
With myself at the helm.

Tonight the moon
Is a radiant sight.
What wonders by day
Could compare to the night?