Lost in Thoughts
Thoughts are dangerous.
Thoughts are beautiful.
Thoughts make you forget,
or remember.
Thoughts made me forget my pain
but
made me remember once more.
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
2021-11-03: Untitled
Plastic effigies roam the sea,
no starboard or otherwise,
sandwhich bags pass as permits,
simple obligations from where they drearily drink tea.
Day by day, shaped like a gyre,
montonous labyrinthine symposiums,
word by word, waits for knotted guts to spill forth,
oh wait, pull over, another flat tire.
They say many things, those circling sheep,
concepts blend into the next,
the world seems clouded and hazy,
when do we truly drift off to sleep.
Though in not so many words one could say encouragingly,
from dreams comes responsibility.
Without You
I thought I would die without you and you're the only thing I want in life. The truth is I never wanted to be with myself more than ever.
Connection
Have you ever been connected to another Person?
I mean truly connected
Not a whimsical fantasy.
Such a connection is rare and can be scary.
To feel what another feels
To have intimate knowledge on them is a blessing and a curse.
For if the relationship is fine,
Waves of happiness and light hit you like an ocean, lifting you up
But if things start to change,
The waves begin to churn like that of a storm coming in.
It's hard to feel at first but slowly the light you used to see everywhere has dimmed.
And then The storm comes...
When things finally break, the waves of warmth and light turn cold and painful.
Happiness turns into confusion, pain, and longing.
Reflection
I already knew you
so well when we met,
because your brokenness
resembled the reflection
I see everyday in the mirror.
Broken
Scribbles of ink for a brain,
Fluttering butterflies for a stomach,
Bones of glass that threaten to brake away,
A soul with the pride of lions,
And gears that move slowly getting broken down and worn away for a heart,
Slow ticking for a heart that has never started.
This is the person you've become and this is why your strong as iron and mysterious as moonlight my dear.
* * *
i believe there is a day when i put all the things away . and i just wonder when is the day
death and life
i do not think that death is something that should spark fear
yes, it is inevitable
yes, it is an end, of sorts
but it is not something that should be thought of so negatively
death is just as important as life
it does not rob life
rather, it realizes when one has had too much of it
has anyone considered that maybe
life is the one draining us
and death is the one saving us from it?
Water Lily
The water churns
Fish swarming
Bugs hopping
Yet in the middle of the pond,
Lies a serene water lily
The fish jump around,
stirring the surface.
The alligator lies at the bottom,
Springing on anything that comes nye
Yet in the midst of chaos,
Remains the water lily,
Silent and still.
Words cannot describe it's beauty,
Only the through the eyes of the onlooker.
Sought after by many,
The water lily becomes weary.
* * *
While we're destroying each other for dignity.
They hold up there glistening but appear in solitary.
But the plot is.
Solitary belongs to mankind.
The stars amuse me.
Do we actually think that the universe is continuously expanding?.
Funny how we are the only ones expand to grow apart faking sage.
The stars amuse me.
Physicists say dark energy occupies 68% of the space.
But they don't know that the dark energy also occupies 99% of our planet.
It's everywhere.
In the warmest smiles.
Between the closest friends.
And the most trusted people.
Intervene all the happy moments.
The plot is.
what would I change?....
I often think about what in my life I would change
If I were borne again
I wouldn’t change who my parents are
But maybe their circumstances:
They would work well paid jobs
With flexible hours
So they didn’t have to stress about money
And would have the time do more enjoyable things
I wouldn’t change the number of siblings I have
If I were born again
But I would change our dynamic
Our brother would want to spend time with us
We'd get on better and do more with eachother
So no one would feel left out
We'd comfort or help eachother
If one of us was sad
The caribou do not need a reason
The caribou do not need a reason to go where they are going,
neither does the river.
But when I go to see the caribou,
when I go to walk with the river,
Others ask me why.
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