#poemsfromanunlikelysource

[strugglingsis]

you lit a fire in me

you struck a fuse

that led to a part of my heart

that i didn’t think was still there.

you gifted me with feelings of happiness

that I hadn’t felt in ages,

except this time, it was amplified by love

that i didn’t think was real.

it was a new kind of fuse.

a kind that not just anyone

is capable of lighting.

you changed everything. You changed

how I view life.

you changed how I felt about love.

you changed my heart.

you gave me hope to believe that after tragedy,

abuse and heartbreak,

that there is still a light

in the darkest of tunnels.

that there are still good things

after your life blows up

in your face.

[sike-n]

A life less poetic Is it sad to say I wish for it A life less poetic May actually just be great A life less poetic Is a life more understandable  A life less poetic Means I won’t be a slave to this pen and page A life less poetic Oh yes! I could just see it The moon Would just be a moon It wouldn’t be something to compare you to You who are disloyal Going out everynight In your silver And attracting the eyes of every man And then I wouldn’t be your sun A million thousand hundred miles away from you Because your disloyalty sickens me And if I have to come near you I might just kill you Flick a lighter and throw it at you You always did hate my smoking Told me it was dangerous  And I’d reply You’ve got nothing to worry about You can’t be lit on fire Because you’re so cold baby And the stars Won’t be your children And I’m not surprised you have that many Everyone knows you don’t go out at night for tea And everyone knows that if you aren’t home at night No matter what you say They can’t be mine

A life less poetic Oh yes my heart craves for it A life less poetic Means I’d see the world through the same lens as everyone else  A life less poetic Where pen and paper won’t accompany my coffee A life less poetic Would be bland but better for me just like water compared to juice A life less poetic Is the dream of every poet Not to have to squeeze words out Of a stubborn pen On days when your mind is a desert Filled with sand And a sandstorm is taking place Everything is blowing away Nothing staying long enough For you to make something out of it And why are you even trying to create something? To please your dedicated readers! Who are going to complain anyway That your poem is complete crap

A life less poetic Repeat that phrase my fellow poets A life less poetic  Let’s make a petition and all sign it A life less poetic  Put your fist in the air and demand it A life less poetic  Yes! Yes! Yes! I want it A life less poetic Who am I kidding Without poetry this world will kill me My problems will be guns that will shoot me fatally  Not just branches that I can break Blue wouldn’t be the most contradictory color The colour of calmness and sadness And yes sadness is calming But only when you can write about it Imagine having to punctuate each sentence And not being able to write phrases and Leave them to sit alone on a line A life sans poetry Would sure drive me to suicide But I wouldn’t be able to go through with it Because what will my last note say Bye? A life less poetic  Who even crafted those four absurdly silly words A life less poetic Won’t be a lullaby  Because it will neither soothe me Nor put me to sleep at night

A life more poetic Oh! now those are four words I don’t mind seeing more frequently  A life more poetic Fills me with ecstasy  A life more poetic Will be my cup of coffee A life more poetic I’ll pray novena after novena for it A life more poetic The mere words get me high And I love it Feeling as if I’m floating When my body Leaks sweet sweet words That create poetry I love it When no one understands me When people call me am enigma I love that about poetry It goes against normalcy  The people know my story but my name is And will forever remain a mystery And the good thing I don’t care if they judge me In fact I urge them to Because I will Just Create More Poetry