I Bleed Words Sometimes

Love

Lamentation

I have seen the face of selfishness,

It’s repulsive!

I have witnessed the image of unworthiness,

It fills me with disdain.

Every time I look at it, I’m consumed by the insatiable urge to tear it apart.

I look at how pitiful it is and I wonder, how?

How did this come to be? Who made you? What made you?

The answer was staring at me through the mirror.

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Happy Birthday Handsome

You weren’t here to hear me speak my first words,

But you heard me say ‘Papa’

No one ever did before

You gave meaning to a word that meant nothing to me

You didn’t watch me take my first step as a baby

But you helped me up every time I fell

Oceans apart you stay

Closest to my heart you are

Your smile, you laughter, your words and your silence

They mean so much to me

In your heart is where I wanna be

Every day and always.

Through your mind, I want to run

Every time you’re down

I want to be your smile

When cry is all you want to

Happy Birthday My Handsome!

Piece of my heart,

So far far away,

Yet so so precious.

Happy Birthday Papa.


She’s So Ugly

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PC: Christine Wu

 

It’s amazing how we are quick to judge

And seldom slow to anger

How we make assumptions and then believe them to be true

How we make our opinions our God

And worship them, blindly, in the temple of our own minds

How we give ourselves more importance than we deserve

How we do NOT give people the respect they deserve

How we think we know best

When really we know nothing at all.

Our mirrors are dusty, just like our minds,

We don’t let the new wash over us

And we let cobwebs of preconceived notions ruin that which can be beautiful

Understanding can be beautiful

Being respectful of other peoples’ beliefs can be beautiful

Imperfections can be beautiful

Ugliness can be beautiful

When will we stop judging and start embracing?

Never.


Desolate

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People are desolate,
Lonely islands walking about,
They lay barren
In the wake of the destruction.

People are foolish,
Blinded,
By their own selfish desires,
Unheeding, they pass each other by.

People are people,
Consumed by the worry of what the future holds
Engulfed in the past,
Sweet irony.

People are desolate,
Lonely islands walking about,
Oh, how they lay barren!
In the wake of the destruction called Life.

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Artist For Both Pictures ~ Nigel Van Wieck


You Smell Of Memories

Saul Leiter

 

You smell of memories,

And when I’m with you,

The scent of sadness permeates the air,

Leaving me gasping for breath.

 

You smell of yearning,

You smell of lust,

You smell of longing,

You smell of thirst.

 

Darling, you smell of me.

 

Saul Leiter

Both PC: Saul Leiter

 

 


Too much

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Sometimes we love people too much,

Love is responsibility.

Love is ache waiting to be felt.

Love is a tragedy in the making.

Love is beautiful.

Love makes you do all the things you yourself wouldn’t approve of.

Love pushes you to the point that you do not recognize yourself.

And if that love is poison to someone.

It’s best to let it go.

Sometimes we love people too much to keep them in our lives.


What is Love?

Goa

Six. Love is knowing he cares even though sometimes he fails to tell or show.

Five. Love is knowing his embrace holds the power to heal every wound this world can cause.

Four. Love is knowing he will strive to make me smile. No. Matter. What.

Three. Love is looking into his eyes and seeing the compassion, the tenderness and the yearning.

Two. Love is being able to be me, unapologetically and still knowing he wouldn’t judge, or call out names. He will try to make me the best that I can be.

And one. Love is knowing the good and the bad within me and yet sticking around for 6 years.

PS: You never visit my blog or read my poems, so here’s me getting you to do both. Happy 6 Ady, and thanks for all the joys, sadness, craziness, laughter all these years.