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bonfire
Everyone is dying and burning and there's nothing I can do
I'm not being cynical right now, this is pure fact
The world is on fire so I'll roast a marshmallow
Have s'mores with the people who aren't burnt corpses
If it's fucked, what can we do? Screwed is screwed.
Let's dance around the fire, tell stories and have fun
Until it decides to consume us
The world around us is on fire and here I am just writing this poem
Purification and renewal are symbolized by fire, along with creativity, passion and desire.
Protection and safety, fanned from a spark, encircling the fire, the light in the dark.
Vitality, energy, intuition, the divine, fire oh fire a positive sign.
Yet fire can burn and rage untamed. Not freedom, but anger and war and pain.
Not warmth, but acres of forest aflame. Not comfort but temperatures gone insane.
Will we rise like the phoenix, renewed and evolved?
The flame of compassion, our problems solved?
An alchemical transformation, our hearts of gold?
All the burning greed and hate gone cold?
(I'm NO poet, but enjoyed the challenge.)
Growing dependence
“No.”
“I’m sorry, honey, but it will make life so much easier for both of us.”
“I already feel like you’ve become more mother than spouse with this sickness. Now this? I’m an adult, not a baby.”
“I know. It’s not a big deal.”
“Then you wear them!”
“I’m sure I will someday, especially if it keeps me from having to get up in the middle of the night, remove the bed linen, load the washing machine, remake the bed, change my pajamas and then try to go back to sleep.”
“Fine. I’ll get Dependence.”
“Depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Nevermind.”
Everything runs together. Thoughts. They interject, interrupt, intercede, intersect. I begin intricately laid out mind designs…midstream…and twenty steps ahead. This steam engine barrels down the track. Carefree of obstacles or pedestrians. Caution was thrown to the wind the instant my feet hit the floor. Mind numbing quantities of all consuming thoughts crush against my skull on the inside. Rabbit holes hang on the end of every word. Post-its. Lists. To do’s. Jumbled. Out of order. Out of context. Out of time. Anxiety rises up and takes a seat on my chest. Absolved of duty to distract. Adderall silences my mind.
Wishes (The Grown-Up Version//cliff notes remix) feat. “Us”
To know you
Get to that place
Where no one else can go.
To visit you there
Hold your feelings
Side by side
Fight for our lives.
Be a little less
Empty inside.
Can't cure our broken bits
Will still come up short
As we tally our hits
Wronged by the miss.
But in an instant
Hope finds an instance
Meet your eyes
No words
As our Souls reflect.
My wish
That solid Truth
You have me
And I have you.
Around us
The Universe swarms
Vast is the darkness
Cold and unknown.
But never again
Will we be unfound
And alone.
Happy birthday.
In the heart of neon nights, where shadows dance,
The lungs breathes their secrets, whispers of romance.
Concrete veins pulse with electric dreams,
As souls collide in kaleidoscope streams.
In alleyways,it bloomed like wildflowers,
As we shared tales of love, loss, and stolen hours,
In the night dinner hours, with you my Darling,
Broken glass reflecting the moon's tender gaze,
As lovers trace constellations in the haze.
Oh, this love hums with forgotten melodies,
The hard times we went through with you emma,
The differences that caused us to cross parths,
But our love worn it all, yeah me and you emma,
In the quiet of dawn, when the sun tiptoes across the sky,
I gather stardust in my palms, weaving wishes for you,
Your laughter, a melody that dances through my veins,
And your eyes, twin galaxies where my heart remains.
On this day, when the universe celebrates you,
your 19th trip around the sun,I pen verses of love,
whispered secrets of our worth.
Your smile, a sunrise painting hues upon my soul,
And your touch, a gentle breeze that makes me whole.
Let the winds carry my words to where you reside,
A symphony of affection, a love that won't subside.
May your days be adorned with petals of joy,
And your nights cradle dreams that never decoy.
Happy birthday, my love, wrapped in constellations,
You are the poetry I breathe, the sweetest revelations.
May time etch our story in celestial ink,
As we waltz through life, hand in hand, on love's brink,
My our love prosper for eternity my love emmaculate,
Happy birthday.
Poetry by Lewis mwenda,
Title: Happy birthday
Am 20 years old,
Style:free style piece,
My hobbies: reading books, going for adventures and traveling.
I live in Kenya at a place called chuka.
p.o.box 84-60403,
Magumoni-chuka.
I am a second year student at kisii university taking bachelor of arts in geography.
Alone
is deceptive
as that (by-my-self)
is inaccurate
the 'we,' dispossessed
and self, associative
at best ...
my mind's
so far gone
I cannot begin
to say how long
or how come,
save the distance
between my
and self
has become
protracted,
and when it
happened
well
I'd
also like to know
and that thought
will not leave me
(alone)
06.27.2024
Alone challenge @dctezcan
Among the Stars
“Shoot for the moon,” they said. “Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” And so I did. I aimed for the moon, shot higher than I had ever dared, higher than I had ever dreamed.
I didn’t quite make it, but that’s okay. They were right – I landed among the stars. And it was beautiful.
It was darker than I had imagined among those tiny pinpricks of light. From Earth, they always seemed so close together – little communities of stars joined together in their constellation neighborhoods. But once I was out there, I realized how lonely they truly were. Even the closest stars were hundreds of thousands of miles apart.
And now I am among them, a dark spot floating in a dark sea, occasionally passing other shadows, blacker than the inky void that serves as our background. Sometimes when I remember who I once was, I search for something to reach for again, but I think I’ve gone as far as I can go. There’s nothing left to reach for, at least nothing that I can see. I can’t even move backward because there is no backward; there is no direction at all. There is only blackness and shadows and tiny pinpricks of light too far away to reach in one timeline or a hundred.
I long to search for the inspiration and motivation I once had, but it’s hard to see by the light of stars and shadows.
Alone
Alone,
that's all I feel.
An empty pit of loneliness
stretched out before a meal.
Yet,
I cannot eat.
I stare and stare at the delicious feast
but I know it is not for me.
It is for others,
those that have never starved.
Those that live their lives
in the glamour of a bar.
It's not for me,
I tell myself its ok.
It's ok that I can't tell anyone
what I want to say.
Its ok
that my first language doesn't feel like my own,
Its ok
that those who want to hurt me
call me home
Its ok
I can't communicate
without shaking my hands.
Its ok
that I relate to the villain
and never really have a plan.
I hope its ok to be different,
to be lost in a crowd,
to know you're alone
no matter how many people are around.
I hope its ok
to feel what I feel
because I have finally convinced myself
that every single part of it
is real.
The alone nights, seeing things beyond the stars.
The days when I don't want to think about it anymore!
Those times where I don't want anything but to go to bed,
but I sit there
and stare
at a screen
instead......
Those days where I wake up and everything is pain, when I stay silent and just wait for the end of the day. I don't tell a soul, what happens in my mind. All the shattered glass and figments inside. Everything is breaking in the eclipse of time. Moment to moment reality unwinds. Everything dwindles into decline. I sit alone now, as I have many times before. Slowly going insane from the inventions of war.