Union

Tracing the contours of the room,
Eyes search for the edges of the room,
From the wrinkles on the walls
To the cracks in the floorboards,
Peace found in between these planes,
Vision blurs into a dream,
Searching for these wrinkled walls
And cracked floors,
Searching for the union between
These two planes,
Walls stretch on for miles,
Floor in the depths of a chasm,
Searching for this union,
To find peace between these two planes.

Slab of Concrete

On a slab of concrete underneath the western Sun,
A puddle of water glistens its last breath
Before each molecule of water ascends to the sky,
But before the Sun tears the pure essence of the water
From the ground where it first began its existence,

A leaf falls,
And lands,
And accompanies the water.

When the world goes silent

When the world goes silent, my foot steps accompany me,
The constant step, the worrisome clicks, and the occasional puddle
Keep me from going deaf.
I have to keep walking, to keep in touch with this reality,
To remind myself, I live in a 3D reality,
I never know what lies ahead, even though my eyes blink twice,
To understand the magnitude of my destiny,
I dare not stop, for I fear my past may catch up and haunt me. 

So I walk, aimlessly towards a fate I do not want,
Listening to my footsteps slapping the puddles below,
Reminding me to keep on walking,
Even though there's nothing to walk to.

Revisiting Old Poetry

I've been looking through my archives and I'm choosing to share these poems because it reflects how I feel at the moment. Enjoy!

Moments and Memories

Moments past and moments renewed,
Have only brought hopes of anew,
Memories that chill and times of glum,
Are only times past and forever forgot.

True memories and unforgettable times,
Are made with love and fortune,
With cheerful hopes and smiling hearts,
Do we cherish in an endless chain of memories.

Do not regret, do not fret, for we are learning,
The mistakes we cause, the misfortunes alot,
Are merely preparations for a time unforgot,
Wait for those moments, wait for those times,

For it is those memories that define our lives,
It is those moments that we remember and cherish forever.

Exuding with Hesitance

During the coldest of nights, during the warmest of days,
I feel your breathe, your beat, your lulling soft voice,
My chest exudes with hesitance, willing to escape
Whenever my minds stumbles upon your face,
No, I am not infatuated in your existence,
Nor am I joyful during your presence,
I am shocked, I am astounded, I am paralyzed with hope,
A hope to look onwards for the next God given day,
That I will see your face and given the chance to embrace your grace,
It seems to me, your existence is what keeps me safe,
Keeps me grounded to reality, whatever that may be,
You've given me the chance to experience a precious piece of life.

Snowy Hill

From this snowy hill, I can see the city lights,
The silence is impeccable, the falling snow, beautiful,
Lights are the heartbeat of the city,
My vision, a painting.
There are thousands of people in front of me,
Yet I do not see them,
Words are exchanged amongst them,
Yet their whispers are inaudible,
And so I sit here, unable to find proof of their existence,
But all I need to do is believe they're out there,
Living.

And so I sit here, with a smile on my face,
Underneath the silent sky,
Underneath the snowy night.

Hopeful and Hesitant (Stream of Conscious)

Eyes and ears stare gently at the glass pane,
The candle lit beside me reflects endlessly,
Each flicker appears to be its last,
But until the end comes near, I will stare.

An image emerges with each flick of the candle,
Unlike the flame, the image does not falther,
No reflection, but it stares back at me.

Someone I am familiar with, a person I know,
Miles away now but is here in my reflection,
Are you here to haunt me?
Are you here to tell me?

The flame begins to sit, to remain still,
The image flows intensely,
The image becomes clear,
I know who you are,
Why are you here, disturbing my peace?
No, you need something, but what is it?

An answer that I have avoided for years,
A truth that I will confront,
An action I will avoid at all costs,
I too need what you seek.

The time is now to change who I am,
For too long have I imprisoned myself,
For too long have I fiddled with my conscious,
Nobody except for me knows what to do,
And why I must do it.

Streetlights (Stream of Conscious)

Placing step after step, a heart beat
Is heard around the street corner,
But nothing to spark my curiosity,
As I approach the road, I look to my right,
Lights, sound, a crowd is seen,
Under the shadow of the streetlight,
I stare at the crowd, staring at the people,
The streets are dead, but this place, alive,
An irony I'll never understand,
Across the street, a man sleeping,
Under the warmth of the moon, he shivers,
The music, the people, never have I seen
Such cold hearts, blind ambitions,
An apathy that clouds the mind of the most youthful,

But as I stared through that man's soul,
There's a greater essence to his existence,
A vibration to his humanity that emits a form of happiness,
For he sits and wakes, for he lives and breathes,
Under the shadow of the streetlight.