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ALL I EVER WANTED: by Anonymously Ken

I seldom cry at poetry. At least while reading what others write. This one has just made me cry, the lines are just too painful I too “grimace” reading it. Indeed love can cause us this much pain every once in a while and sometimes I myself wonder, would there be another chance of knowing love beyond just this kind of pain?

 

All I ever wanted was a little space in your heart
One that I could call my own
Where little things matter like big ones do
My little world is just that care from you.

So tell me how do I forget the pain
When the love that slowly grew was choked then it was slain?
How do I forgive my heart–that would be bliss
When forgiving would be as easy as this.

How could you live so far away from me
Though we are as near as we ever could be
Our worlds entwined, I’m glad we both could stay
But this is how we are, so far away!

How could you paint a smile on your face
When the rest of me just grimace
Much love that you can place
But dreams, I can only reminisce.

All I ever wanted was to share the beating of your heart,
Your life of which I am a part
But sad to say after all those years you’ve mastered just the art
Of breaking you and I apart.

All I ever wanted was a glimpse inside your mind
And never to be left behind
When walls cry in the silence of the night
When sadness comes over the thoughts I fight.

Have you ever seen me crumble, stumble in the dark
But daytime comes I become a lark
And I sing just songs of love
Or I fly to the clouds above?

Have you ever heard me talk about a love so great
About promises one cannot wait?
Have you ever seen me cry amidst the rain in June
And sing the lines of a merry tune?

All I ever wanted was a tiny space inside your heart
How hard it is for you to give?
All I ever wanted was a place I’ll call my own
And here you are, avowing to disown.

Have you ever tried stopping tears from welling in your eyes
When you were robbed of your only paradise?
Have you ever smiled despite the pain that thrives inside your heart
To make things right when you depart?

Did you ever forget the hands that held you up when you couldn’t stand
The heart that gave you what you would demand?
Did you ever forget the songs that made you cry
And the fingers that wiped your tears dry?

Did you just forget the heart that listened to the tales of your tragedies
And the one that sung comforting melodies?
Did you ever forget the eyes that cried with you
And the nights you were sobbing through?
Did you forget the fingers that would run through your hair
To ease your heart from all despair?

All I ever wanted was a tiny speck of love from you
To build a dream and see it through with you
But sadly though we have to grow apart
This has to tear my yearning broken heart.

And all I ever wanted was for me to say goodbye
But we do not see eye to eye
With all these pains, alone I cry
I force a smile and heave a sigh.
Goodbye…

 

Roller Coaster: by Richelle

Reading this poem made me look back on the days when indeed life for me was a roller coaster ride. The part that I didn’t like was when it would suddenly turn, in a violent twist leaving you gasping for breath and holding on to dear life. For me that wasn’t fair for “life” to treat me that way. Then again life can surprise us in every twist and in every turn, leaving us wondering when this would end… Right now I keep saying to myself, “Just hold fast. This is going to end, soon.” Thank you Richelle “Agot” Verdeprado for this very talented poetry. Such a great honor to have it here in my blog. 

 

They say that life is like a roller coaster ride

And I agree

With all its curves, ups and downs…

An analogy of life’s happiness and tears, success and failures.

And then all the forwards and the backwards…

Just like the risks you take in your journey and how they could change you…

It’s a ride that you could jerk around from side to side too,

And you feel the pain—

But you care not

For you know that you are having a different kind of fun…

A ride that is dynamic and thrilling

And though it’s a track with a designed pattern—

You still won’t know how it feels to be in the loops and inversions unless you are really there.

Its something that is unique for you based on how you experience it— just like life.

In that roller coaster ride, you seem to be so free. You screamed. You raised your hands up high.

Yes, you are free— you thought you are— until you look within and realized you are restrained…

Yes, just like life.

 

 

And I had always think life and love to be inseparable…

And to be more exact, even synonymous

That they are one and the other won’t exist without the other…

And so applying some logic, then, love is like a roller coaster ride too…

 

 

But I don’t want love to be like that roller coaster ride…

I don’t want the waiting to be longer than the actual moment…

I don’t want to be suddenly placed in the highest possible post

And then be dragged down in a split of seconds…

I don’t want to feel as though I am being headed forward and though I am not totally certain—

I just can’t resist it…

For I enjoyed it. I loved it. I did.

I don’t want love to be like that roller coaster ride—

That when you seem to be enjoying the thrust already

You’ll then find yourself being moved backwards…

Yes, I expected it, but I’m still shocked..

Perhaps its the result of the ‘foolish me’

And there’s that twirl again of confusion

And though you have no wounds in the outside

You know how shaky you are within,

You know that battles are unceasingly launched inside you,

You know you are not in control—

And all you can do is let yourself be carried along by that chair that keeps you moving…

You were silenced a little bit by the thought that you are being headed somewhere

For you had been used of being anxious each time you feel that you are not moving…

But you, one day realized that there was really no movement at all from you and for you—

You only flow as to where the wind leads you…

A very fast journey, that’s the roller coaster ride…

And there you were— you ended up in the same place

Back to where you started the jaunt…

But again, I don’t want it that way, but is there something that I can do?

Something to do aside from going through the what-seems-like-hell-process…?

I think its tragic to love someone and then coming to the point of having to stop

Just like how roller coaster brought you back—

You have to turn that person an acquaintance or stranger again, for you to end up your illusion,

Fix your mistakes

Do the right thing…

And not complicate things.

There I was, voicing out the feelings— but still empty.

Yes, the foolish me…

 

 

That roller coaster— that has trembled all your sanities,

Would have to ask you down— though you are still unprepared to stand…

And so you don’t know where and how to exit…

You thought you are used to that— but poor foolish you, you’re not…

Pain is still killing you…

But you have to try to find your strength and be back to your senses

Would you need an ice cream or what? Would you need the darkness or pinching music?

Or find other things to hurt you?

Oh, what now?

Push yourself, get down the stairs, and take some steps—

Ride a jeep, do your research output… Oh, I don’t know…

But please, just take some steps…

The roller coaster ride is over…

It’s over.

 

 

And it’s hard to explain that something painful has transpired…

They ask you this. They ask you that.

You chose to be silent, tired of trying to find words—

Oh, it’s just hard to find words…

Because you’ve got no scars that you can show to them after that ride…

Yes, no visible scars…

Only tears which you can easily wipe and dry,

And only the heart that has been smashed again…

Smashed into pieces again…

Illumined: by Anonymously Ken

This poem resonates with just the kind of rantings I have, observing how this Facebook generation has been trying to drastically alter society. When I say Facebook generation, I do not just mean people hanging in FB. Of course there are plenty of good reasons why people do that these days. But beyond that are things more important to consider and reflect upon like how narcissistic this present generation has turned out to be. Notice the thin, almost invisible line, between sharing and showing off. Indeed there is life outside of this virtual society, where the temptation of looking out instead of looking in is just way too powerful. Outside of it are realities untouched, waiting to be explored, waiting to be revealed so that in turn can reveal something about ourselves. 

 

In the shadow of the night a brave heart is illumined

By the beatings it has gotten it may seem just ruined

And by the light of the day, all its tears may be enough

As to carry on with duties in loving souls so tough.

 

It is, indeed, no king in the throne that it occupies

But it always stands for truth amidst those embedded lies

How tough is tough, when the world’s impervious to brokenness

When all it seeks to desire is the short-lived happiness?

 

In the shadowed night this heart crawls to make a hurtful stand

To bring us some dignity the world has seemed to have banned

Of morals, the youth, they all just seemed to have forgotten

All dignity and honor, they thrashed, they have been rotten.

 

What this heart often sees is the crumbling of our being

With morals and desires, they’re entirely disagreeing

You, of low reason and of little faith go on ranting

Assassinating souls, gaining the world with your slanting.

 

Look straight ahead, you’ll find your heart is plainly sinuous

Your ways are wicked, sly, insidious, disingenuous.

You fly with a company with morals of a housefly

Putrid reputation, you take evil for an ally.

 

Heart, come survive in the hateful shadowed repugnant nights

Choose, cull, designate, prepare heavily for roguish fights

Time shall come when the curtain of deception shall take fall

You might still be around to claim that you have won it all

 

Bruised, weeping heart in the illumined morals of the night…

Illumined: by Anonymously Ken

This poem resonates with just the kind of rantings I have, observing how this Facebook generation has been trying to drastically alter society. When I say Facebook generation, I do not just mean people hanging in FB. Of course there are plenty of good reasons why people do that these days. But beyond that are things more important to consider and reflect upon like how narcissistic this present generation has turned out to be. Notice the thin, almost invisible line, between sharing and showing off. Indeed there is life outside of this virtual society, where the temptation of looking out instead of looking in is just way too powerful. Outside of it are realities untouched, waiting to be explored, waiting to be revealed so that in turn can reveal something about ourselves. 

 

In the shadow of the night a brave heart is illumined

By the beatings it has gotten it may seem just ruined

And by the light of the day, all its tears may be enough

As to carry on with duties in loving souls so tough.

 

It is, indeed, no king in the throne that it occupies

But it always stands for truth amidst those embedded lies

How tough is tough, when the world’s impervious to brokenness

When all it seeks to desire is the short-lived happiness?

 

In the shadowed night this heart crawls to make a hurtful stand

To bring us some dignity the world has seemed to have banned

Of morals, the youth, they all just seemed to have forgotten

All dignity and honor, they thrashed, they have been rotten.

 

What this heart often sees is the crumbling of our being

With morals and desires, they’re entirely disagreeing

You, of low reason and of little faith go on ranting

Assassinating souls, gaining the world with your slanting.

 

Look straight ahead, you’ll find your heart is plainly sinuous

Your ways are wicked, sly, insidious, disingenuous.

You fly with a company with morals of a housefly

Putrid reputation, you take evil for an ally.

 

Heart, come survive in the hateful shadowed repugnant nights

Choose, cull, designate, prepare heavily for roguish fights

Time shall come when the curtain of deception shall take fall

You might still be around to claim that you have won it all

 

Bruised, weeping heart in the illumined morals of the night…