Falling Autumn

Autumn.
Ash gray sky
Birds crying.
Trees lost love
to live, trying.

I am an autumn tree
losing parts of me
fading them, bleaching them
trying to stay healthy.

Some think its stunning
i change my own color
or let go of my selves
building romantic scenes
for new lovers.

So little did they know
the true story of Fall
they never care enough to listen
oh no,
not at all.

Like a Basketball

A poem my student, Asia, wrote with me today :*)

She has these random words, adjectives, adverbs and literary devices and so on that we have to use in this poem :) lol. Let's see how well we did :) after all, we had fun :) Bounce!

Life is basketball.

Love is like the game.

You desperately fight.

You torturously fall.

No one is to blame.

A mammoth blocks your way,

humongous, ferocious.

In the game, you must stay

You're losing. It's obvious,

But you just keep going.

You sprint, slip and slide,

Knowing you might die,

Fear, inside, you hide.

You just have to try,

hold your head up high.

Bang! the ball hits the floor.

Your bold heart starts thumping.

You're not scared anymore.

It really is your choice,

to bounce back, or to fall.

(Like a Basketball...)

you walked away from me again..I dont know how we got to where we are now, so apart. i saw it wrong i guess. you want me to do something i just cant. yea.. I didnt tell you, how would you know. what a thing to do when i feel so far from you than ever..ride a bike. what does that show?

you want to be free..alone.. on the road..away.. while I'm still here..right where i was when we argued. True, i said i wanted to go..but i couldnt. You should have known better. 'Course you didn't.

Is this how its gonna end? cracks.. which grow bigger and bigger..now you on the other end, rode away. Me, looking at this space between us. right in front of me..

i need you so much now and you dont even know.. or care enough. Its too much for you.. yes.. for me too. "I'll never leave you baby." hurts, just thinking about it. you know why? because more than twice, you just did.

Same Old Story: Fragments of thoughts.

There is a reason for everything right?
I believe so. Today I looked at myself in the mirror when I washed my hands. I stopped and looked at my face for a little longer. Not to see if I look good or anything, simply to see how my feelings inside were painted on my face.

This pair of eyes that people used to think as sad had never really appeared so to me as it did today. It begs people to understand..to stop and take a good look at why it is so. Honestly no one has ever really done that until I met you. I fully realized it today, a few minutes just before I started writing this. You really love me and these eyes. Sometimes you don't understand them, other times you can't see them. Despite all that, you love them and you love me. I am more than glad i have you. and yes, i love you too.

My eyes aren't as bold as its color. They are actually weak and fragile. Words are most treacherous of all. They pierce like a knife. I almost forgot how it feels when words stab. The pain penetrated. Tears ran down. same old story.

I need you with me now. not possible, I know.
you are far away. I wish that sentence I wrote was not true. Sadly, it is.

There's nothing good about being twenty-five or older. Growing old is not pleasant. Same old story. yes, again. It sucks when you feel like you stop growing but Time keeps adding up your age. to me, One good thing about growing old is that people give less shit about what you do. Not always tho. yes, its annoying.

There must be a reason why when you 'grow up' we should go build your own life, go away from your family and start living on your own. Yes, the older you become, the harder you find to be around people who used to teach you, raise you or whatever. If you feel that, it's time to move out and start your own story. Write your own page, no theme or plot set for you. Write whatever you want down the page. After all it's your own book. your own life. your own days in this world.
go live.

No Today

Now everyone is gone. Even he.

yes. I drove them away,

not even him could stay.

I gotta say I'm sorry.

So fast they went.

didn't bother me much

oh yes, I pretend.

Actually really it does.

I wish he'd tried harder

guess am not worth it.

I wish i'd been stronger,

and hadnt been so stupid.

he turned back but I did it again

chasing him away

if he leaves this time,

see him, i dont know when.

guess i deserve this

being alone and isolated

noone has to suffer the bitterness

and something of the like, I created.

my hands are tired

from shoveling the lovely stones away.

sitting here, eyes empty,

the mind has gone astray.

I wish there were no Today.

Ice

Ice in this water bottle
fought its way unconquerably
against water pervading its
existance,
knowing in time she'll lose
but gave up not.

Then came heat
in the room, empowering
the water,
the chance of the ice is breaking
one last second,
she was holding her self together.

When I arrived, she's gone.
I guess I am ice.
I melt.

The Statue

For what am I expecting
from a shut broken mind?
wondering where are heading
a flow of words and rhymes.

A statue of desolation
damaged and chiseled,
still not easily broken
when the mind is disabled.

Lock it up where no one finds
that's all one can do.
Break it into pieces
you are trying to.

Paint it bright
Hope will be its name.
you do it with all your might,
but as before the statue is the same.

The mind is heavy
with the weight of Desolation
still shut and uneasy
I guess in this no one won.

All have tried
All have failed..
To break the statue
able, there is none.