Life is like one day
It comes around for not very long then fades away.
What can you accomplish?
What can be done in just one day?
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My heart is as restless as the sea.
Underwater earthquake-tsunami, rupture inside me.
What can I do to stop my heart from beating so rapidly?
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Much of my heartbeat
Is the imitation of what I felt in your heart
When you hugged me tightly.
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Lost in a world of my own
Trapped in a body that feels foreign, I have no control.
Emotions are ripping me apart
Battered and bruised inside yet smiles on the outside.
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Not because I did not text you
It means I did not want too.
Not because I did not call you
It means I have not been thinking about you.
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There is a break up.
I am in the middle of it.
The two just can't come together.
I am not sure there can be a mending of it.
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I remember when you steered into my eyes,
I remember when you kissed me,
I remember the first touch from your hands,
I remember when you first said you loved me.
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All may desire complete comfort,
But today that is sought of impossible.
Then again we can have that satisfaction from what?
In today's world,
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Life is about falling, picking yourself up
Putting the pieces together and continuing.
Life is about bouncing your head
Once, twice but never trice.
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Poetry is me.
I write about the struggles in life
and all my calamities.
The obstacles beset by and all of life's anxieties.
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As lava red sunsets scorch the horizon
So too this feeling scorches my soul.
The laser beams that rip through the sky
To create an unfathomable, unforgettable picturesque view,
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Perfectly trained to be a lady,
With all the philosophies past down from my grandmother to me through my mother.
The belief that a lady must be seen and not heard,
Walk with her chin parallel to the ground and her back erect.
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Have you ever found true love,
In a place where romance does not exist?
Where you are hugged,
Without it meaning I just want to touch you?
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You are what make the clouds drift,
Yet I can't see you.
Good deeds, bad deeds you are,
Yet I can't see you.
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Sometimes I wish I was a little more than human.
I wish I can take your pain away.
I wish I could have offered protection
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They say love never fails
But are we failing at love?
Last year when I saw you
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Dear mummy,
I remember when you neglected me, when I told you the man you now live with touched me inappropriately. I felt so unclean, so violated and indecent. The mistake I made was I thought I could have run to you for help.
Dear mummy,
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I am sitting on the toilet seat,
My mind takes me to a place,
Somewhere I like to be but...
Also somewhere I hate.
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There are people who want to kill our smiling faces,
Stamp us down,
Invade our spaces.
There are people who want to see us fall.
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On the very first day of August in the year 1990, a child was born to the parents of Lennox and Daphne Garcia in a small town in Trinidad-Siparia. Apphia Garcia is the second of three children. She started writing poetry only when in distress simply to state how she felt at the time but will destroy them almost immediately, for she thought it the best way to say good bye to to pain being felt inside. However, she was encouraged by friends who were mysteriously informed about her poetry, to continue writing but start saving the pieces. This she did and hopes one day to become as great as the poets she admire like Lawrence.S. Pertiller and Maya Angelo. It is her dream that one day she will progress from delivering her poems in small private gatherings, to becoming a renowned poet.)
Definition Of Life
Life is like one day
It comes around for not very long then fades away.
What can you accomplish?
What can be done in just one day?
Life is like a mist.
While in it your future is undetermined, its not clear.
And like mist that vanishes with the passing of a heavy wind,
Our life in a twinkle of an eye can disappear.
Life is like a shadow in the sand.
It seems so permanent
We almost believe its here to stay, so we keep running after the things in it.
But the more we chaste life,
Like a shadow it keeps drifting away.
Life is like a fruit tree that is germinated then sprout to produce more fruit.
That fruit brings about smiles or even cringing faces
Because some may or may not enjoy it for whatever reason.
But like that fruit tree life is here for just a season.
Life is like a beautiful rose that blossoms in the morning
And if not nurtured, withers by night.
How tender the petals are
How fragile the stalk.
That beautiful rose,
Though it dies it can be easily replaced
But not so with life.
When loved ones are lost we hurt so deeply
Even though we know life,
Life is so, temporary..
its nice to connect with you. keep writing. writng though can be a lonely affair. keep in touch.