Greyed sky, Bland in emotions, Lacking excitement. Capable of a sudden shower, Or suspense, Unknowing to current or next events. \Ruptes
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, 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
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
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
There isn’t a way of making a change, if you are not able to see what needs to be changed.\Ruptes
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
The year has ended and a new has come, Does it have good intentions? The last was awful! Nothing to miss. \Ruptes
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.
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
Being guided is the way that you show trust and hope, when you can choose to not believe. Give yourself to be guided.Ruptes
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.