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Poetry Shenanigans: Let It Go

Let It Go

They say forget and forgive, Live and let live, That all is fair in love and war. How easy it is to come to such foolish conclusions, When the price paid, Is not anyone else’s concern, But yours? They say, ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ How easy and complacent, For spectators a plenty, To say something so disarming, When they don’t see, Just how much of yourself, Has fallen apart, died and rotted away, That you might as well have been slain? They don’t see the hollowness, The vacuum, the void, That’s taken residence deep within. They tell you to pick yourself up, And to keep trying until you succeed. Have they seen your battle scars? Have they seen all the added bits and parts? That you’ve accumulated, Over the years, just to stay standing? The world is a cruel place, They say, Stay strong, They say. Funny the world is filled with the same spectators, Who watch you fall apart, With as much enthusiasm and gusto, As they do, When they tell you how to put yourself back together. They say, ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, But words will never harm me.’ They’ve forgotten, Just how much they love being deceived. Because they also like to say, Words spoken out of anger can never be taken back. Aren’t we a beautiful bunch of hypocrites? Who like the sound of words, Especially the sound of our voices, Chanting words and phrases, Without ever really meaning a word of it? They say, ‘Actions speak louder than words.’ So what are you going to do about it? The next time you find yourself cornered? The next time you’re left nursing a broken heart? Are you going to let the empty comfort, Of hollow words and indifferent sentiments, Confound you and detach you even more? Or are you going to be the sense of clarity, And light of ingenuity, In this disillusioned world?

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans: Hello

Hello

Hello… Remember me? Why are you hiding? Shying away from reality? Hiding your abilities? Suppressing your words and feelings? Why are you shutting me out? When you know, The words I share with you, Ring, echo and boom with truth? What are you afraid of? You’re the trailblazer, The pioneer, You never back down from a fight. Hell you’re the one, Who can hold your own in one. What happened to you? You’re a shell, Of the person you once used to be… I should know, I would know, I do know, All that you’re capable of, All that you can be? Hello… I know the world can be cruel, Sometimes it seems lonely, But you’re never alone. Don’t shut me out, I’m here to stay, To be your conscience, Your sanity in these insane times. To be your best friend, To be your pillar, When it seems like the world, Has turned it’s back on you. Hello… Don’t ignore me, For I’m going nowhere, I’m always there wherever you go, I’m not that different from you, How could I be though? Because I’m you, Just the one that lives within, Witnessing your evolution, Every single day. And sooner rather than later,  You will realize, It’s time to set yourself free, From the confines and restraints This world imposes, And begin your own revolution.

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans: One Dance

One Dance

One chance, one moment, A moment to last, Ever serene, Eternal peace, This moment right here, This place right now, Where time has stood still, Where life has given us, A pause, a reprieve, A moment to take it all in, A moment to breathe. A moment to cherish, That which is you and me. So take my hand darling, Leave those troubles and worries behind, Let me wipe away those troublesome tears, It’s time to shine, It’s time to light up the world, With that radiant smile, That holds the magic and splendor, Radiance and resplendence, Of a thousand splendid suns. Take my hand darling, And let’s dance our fears away, One dance, To remember the years, One dance, To remember promises whispered. One dance, To celebrate our victories, One dance, To celebrate the magic, That is you and me.

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans: Sorry

Sorry

Sorry to disappoint, Sorry I wasn’t what you thought I’d be, Gift wrapped and packaged, Another mindless idiot, Malleable, vulnerable, incapable, Totally dependent on you, Sorry I’m a thinker, With dreams and visions, With hopes and aspirations, Trying, struggling and fighting, Uphill battles, jumping obstacles everyday. Striving to make it all the way, To that pinnacle, To my destination. Sorry nobody taught you, The true meaning of humanity, The true nature of what it means, To be human. What it means to take failure in stride, What it means to have compassion, What it means to give, As opposed to just taking. I’m sorry you don’t see the infinite possibilities, This world holds, Despite it’s multiple flaws. Oh but wait, I just remembered, This would have mattered, But guess what? I’m not sorry at all, For having a mind I proudly call, My own, For my infinite quirks, My beautiful scars, My innumerable flaws, For they all make me who I am, A force of nature, Inimitable, inevitable and inescapable.

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans: No Regrets

No Regrets

Resolutions, revolutions, Renewals, withdrawals Revelations, Consternations, Anticipation, Expectation, Where one rests with the other, All so circular, All so ongoing, Ever present, almost sentient, You wonder how your stars will align… What it is that the future holds; When sweet promises are made, Of better days, And obstacles clearing out, Making a path, a way, To those dreams and goals, You spent countless sleepless nights, Slogging for and working on. You wonder, is today the day? If not, it definitely has to be on it’s way… Right? And as the days go by, Your faith starts slipping away, Bit by bit, sliver by sliver, Hope…a word, a light, That once brightened your day, And bolstered your mood and morale, Seems like a mirage, Planted, a figment of your imagination, Yet so distinct, so stark, In it’s ability to pull you up, And tear you apart. For all those days you cried yourself to sleep, You tell yourself, Tomorrow is a new beginning, A new day, a better day, A day where I finally emerge and rise, And my success has finally arrived.

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans: Mercy

Mercy

Do you know what it feels like, On the inside? When there’s nothing left? But just a gaping hollow space? That already existed, And had a designated space; Only to be filled up, With that thing called hope, Only to be yanked out, ripped out, Like a band-aid, Like a recurring nightmare, With no beginning and no end, Just a continuum, That you once learned to overcome. Do you know what it’s like? To have dreams put in your head, That you once thought, Were out of your reach, And not in your stead? Do you know what it is like? To have a part of you, A part, buried deep inside, Brought back to life? Only to have it slaughtered and sliced? And regretting the day you decided, It should see the light? I guess you never will, I guess you never can, When it was so easy to give up and let go, While all you had to do, Was stay and hold a hand, And try and understand.

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans: The Greatest

The Greatest

Lights fading out, Screams and shouts dying down. All that chanting, all that cheering, All that fame and pomp, That once was owned, And made one world renowned, Has picked it’s next heir, And left you displaced, disowned. It’s not your time to go just yet, You chant repeatedly, You tell all those around you, Until the only one left to say it to, Is you yourself. They call you washed out, History, a relic, They tell you constantly, Your time is up. But you know deep within, That there’s more to come, And that you aren’t done. Everyday in every way, The door is shut in your face. Some days you wonder, Why do I even bother? Waking up from this slumber? When all there is, Is failure and rejection, And everything you do, Leads to yet another form, Of utter self-destruction? And even more despair and disdain? While you get categorized and slotted, Your originality disregarded, When all they push for, Is you to fit a label, And be another stereotype. You know you want to throw your hat in the ring, You know you want to walk away, Call it a day, and agree with them, That your time is up, That you’re done. But that fire raging within, That never quite dimmed, And never quite knew how to quiet down and simmer, Is coursing through your veins, Whispering words of strength, That you wished to hear, From those you once considered, Near and dear. They flicker and lick away, The doubts and criticism, Old friends that once plagued you, Before you broke the shackles, That were tying you down, And holding you back. The greatest is yet to come, The flames echo and whisper, Before consuming you, And cleansing all those doubts away. Renew renew, Those dreams and desires, For you, Are more than a label, More than a number, And much more than a face, To be desired or discarded. You’re a force of nature, That won’t be ignored, Creating your own path, Creating a frenzy, Wherever you go.

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans: Introspection

Introspection

Tick tock, tick tock, Watch the clock, Gather the flock, It’s time to take stock.

SJ