Let’s be honest—
We were never meant to be.
I was only a substitute,
a placeholder you kept warm
until something better came along
Be Honest
Tag: poem
Timeless Majesty of the Pyramids
In the desert where history climbs,
The pyramids stand the test of time.
With their stones piled so high,
They reach for the sky,
A marvel of ages, so sublime.
Express
It is all there written on paper,
Can’t you see?
How you deceived and lied to me?
But who am I to think that you would be true,
When you did it to the last person as well
The Goblin’s Excuse
A goblin let out a sharp hiss,
Whenever his schemes went amiss.
He’d grumble and glare,
With smoke in his hair,
Then blame it on “bad luck,” not this.
Unanimous
So, unfair
It was unanimous
The verdict carved in stone
leaving me breathless, stunned, undone
unjust
Echoes of What Was
Together we were one
Now we have become nothing—
silence fills the space,
echoes of what used to be
drifting where our hearts once met.
Your Heart Already Knows
Light your way
unknown possibilities
await
Take your time
enjoy the
Moment
Listen—
your heart
already knows
Of What Was
In the night, a dream comes to me
Some are pleasant, some are not
Shifting scenes, I cannot hold
Fading as I reach out
Whispers slip away
Leaving only
Soft echoes
Of what
Was
Missing
Something is amiss
It was missing in your kiss
No passion or bliss
The love we once shared, I miss
Now, all I do reminisce…
-AAA/MAD 09/23/2024
Flood
Torrent waters fall
With nowhere for them to go
Violent overflows
An abundance of excess
Severely needs to escape…
-AAA/MAD 09/23/2024
The Tan Fat Cat
The tan fat cat
Running away from a bat
but his fat is making him fall flat
But never did he give up
for he will prosper
The tan fat cat
Day in and day out
You can see the tan cat
Running away from a bat
Yet still he trots along
undaunted by the chase—
The tan fat cat
Through alleys and moonlit streets
he learns to rise again
each time he falls flat
For courage is his compass
and hope his steady beat—
The tan fat cat
In the Corner of My Mind
In the corner of my mind,
a quiet room waits for me.
Some days it’s filled with sunlight,
other days, a trembling sea.
Memories stack like folded letters,
some gentle, some unkind.
Yet still, a softer voice keeps rising
from the deeper part inside.
It reminds me I am learning,
that healing takes its time,
and even shadows lose their power
when I choose to let them unwind.
So I sit with what is heavy,
and I honor what I find.
Because every step toward knowing myself
begins in the corner of my mind.
Dreamscape
The dreamscape has changed.
breathtaking shift,
new colors unfold.
Distant Feelings
There are days the world feels distant,
like you’re walking underwater.
Thoughts echo in strange directions,
and everything takes effort.
But even then, your health holds on
in the smallest acts of staying.
You’re still here, still trying,
and that is its own kind of grace.
I Went to Hunt
I went to hunt for wisdom
in a forest made of rhyme,
but all I found were hollow trees
complaining about time.
A squirrel gave a humble bow
and said, “You’re searching far too wide.
The answers that you’re hunting for
are hiding right inside.”
So now I chase my questions
with a grin instead of fear,
because every humble, hollow place
has something bright to hear.
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