getting ready for my first class… :)) #summergrooves
a game to capture the opponent throne
16 pieces i have at hand
to defend my crown, my king, my own
15 pieces i command
a sacrificial opening, a soldier went unarmed
14 pieces i have kept
then backup came and helped, got harmed
13 pieces i have left…
<to be continued>
let a piece of poetry
tell them what you feel
what you think is right
what you know as real
let a piece of poetry
say things in better ways
tell facts with different words
show paths within a maze
let this piece of poetry
take a bit of your precious time
‘cause i have nothing to write about
yet i’m aching to make a rhyme
today i was told that in this deck
a card turned out to be gone
i eagerly looked at each of them
and counted fifty-one
i asked each card if there is
a card they have not seen
the king of hearts stopped and said
“i think i lost my queen”
a change of state, a change of phase
the moment nights turn into days
the switch from friend to a lover to a friend
a transition to begin and a transition to end
change can happen in a blink of an eye
change may be forced asking you to give it a try
change my be dictated by the world as you see it
change can be felt if you can just believe in it
i don’t want to be caught in the middle of this change
the life i had and life i’d have both estranged
and since i cannot rely on anything for now…
i’ll stop worrying bout it, curtains closed, bow.
I was a victim of circumstance
a casualty of fate
trapped in an illusion
that Love once started to create
An emotional beast of vengeance
twisted, broken, and unloved
a sorrowful remnant of a beautiful lie
a monster, I am dubbed
Please keep me in the labyrinth
within thy heart of frost
so thee will always know where i am kept
confined yet forever lost
v2nonexistence (c) 2011
“If I had also made it rain that day just like he did, maybe it didn’t have to rain for months. :’(“
a poem from a lover looking from the outside of this foggy glass window.
rain… oh rain.
alone out in the cold..
waiting for your dearest warmth
with nothing else to hold
fog, oh fog..
a nuisance to my eyes..
with it, i cannot see your pain
your hate, your grief, your cries..
hand.. a hand
a dream i cannot seize
to hold it once again is what
i pray on bended knees
heart, dear heart..
conceived by heaven’s tears
drawn by that one special girl
i loved all these years..
v2nonexistence (C) 2008
this is a poem i originally wrote back in may 2008 after seeing the photo above in a web profile of a very special friend of mine. originally titled Outside the Glass Window, the poem was spontaneously made and published without editing. the image is retrieved from http://www.canyonlakewindowtint.info/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/heart-fogged-lke-cyn.jpg.