Society

Do not pain us with your ideals, 
Thoughts of misconception, 
To what you call a reality, 
That only lives in your minds, 
And not in everyone,
Believes of one, 
Is not for everyone.

\Ruptes

Call Me

Call me, 
Whisper to me, 
Or simply gesture me to come. 

Call me, 
To tell me there is love, 
To lock me in, with love.

Call me, 
To let me know we are one, 
To show me infinity in your arms. 

Call me, 
To spend forever with you, 
Even if forever is just now. 

\Ruptes 

Curiosity’s Drive

I have never woke with curiosity.
I might even lack it's understanding. 
It is not something I seek to drive me. 
Nor do I seek to have it drive me. 
Curiosity is great for others. 
But, I have never awoken with such a deep need to want to know. 

\Ruptes

Self Esteem

I have always tried to be important to myself, 
Though I believe not, 
So I may not be important to anyone else. 
I should not be important for anyone else. 
I dictate how I believe everyone else should see me, 
Feel about me, 
Think about me, 
Because I do not have high regards, 
On who I am, 
and how I am. 

\Ruptes

Quote #5

There isn’t a way of making a change, if you are not able to see what needs to be changed.

\Ruptes

Shattered

I have not been able to see,
Where this all leads to. 

Where anything that flows - end. 

The river goes and goes,
To the eye no end in site. 

At the end there is a pool. 
What that body of water on the earthly slide carry. 
Can only be as refreshing as it looks. 

Crystal-ling look, 
melted glass moving,
fast with speed,
of gravity pulling, 
keeping it on its course.

Down river there is a body - of water. 
That differentiates the temper of the river. 
Smooth and calm - mirrors.
To the surrounding landscape. 
Waiting for you to jump in - shattered. 

\Ruptes 

Bring Forth

The year has ended and a new has come,
Does it have good intentions? 
The last was awful!
Nothing to miss.

\Ruptes

Lack of Passion

Hello everyone,

I have not written in a while. Though I always write on my Moleskin Notebook. I have not been as active here online. I have not been transferring my works to the site. I just have not been doing it for no particular reason. It might be that I need to be disciplined and take a certain time of the day to do this. I always say I will do that and then – I don’t.

It might be the lack of passion to do this here. I have always hidden my poems from anyone up until maybe a few years ago. When I opened this site. For the longest time I also did not want it connected to me in real life. I wanted it to just be a page on the web where people can read and enjoy or hate my works.

My wife is the one that got me into sharing this. I first allowed her to read my works. I have written a few poems for girlfriends before. Until one day I was told that I was too emotional for writing poems. Not a bad compliment if it wasn’t that the person meant it as one! It’s laughable now, but it wasn’t then when you are trying to show affection, love, and your emotions for someone.

Well, I just wanted to let you all know that I will be trying my very best to put my poems up on a constant basis. I would appreciate if you comment your opinion or thoughts under them…

Anyhow, I hope everyone is staying safe and is able to try to have a Happe New Year’s. It has definitely been a hard year and maybe “Happy” is a hard word to swallow.

Regards,

Ruptes

Coming to understand

there is no point in looking to understand the current things

those things can be anything

sometimes the means to understand them

is just the waste of a moment

the waste of your life

Over estimating a situation

for no logical purpose

-Ruptes

Quote #4

Being guided is the way that you show trust and hope, when you can choose to not believe. Give yourself to be guided.

Ruptes

Tangible

A blank notebook is nothing to you 
But when filled in with your words

Does it become an extension of your mind?

Perhaps a tangible mind in the form of a limb
Which happens to be a notebook.

- Ruptes

Everything

Adorn by beauty 
And maybe lush
A bit chaotic
Definitely,
Filled with love.

Amongst the wild acts
There’s some care
A form of caring.

At all cost
And for everything
You are their everything.

- Ruptes