I look upon the clear windows providing sight To the landscape with the meteors entering so bright Into the atmosphere during the tranquil night Showing their glorious tails as they irradiate light
As I observe passionately with each twinkling star Along with the shooting stars that wouldn't mar As they ignite themselves and blind away the scars I can tell they'll survive even if they'll travel so far
The meteor shower of the night is worth a lifetime Showing off an atmosphere that's never so divine Sitting down as I gaze among the celestial lines The bodies of the Outer Space, which we'd cherish so kind
Note: I've soon realized for myself that using just solid colors as backgrounds for my poems proved to be quite bland and a bit messy. So, from now on, I will be using images instead for representing my poems to give more life and color to it (starting from the poem Millions Won't Do, and so on), though because of that, poem stanzas will now be situated in the Captions area. Thank you all for your kind understanding and have a great day!
anvayaThis is just so beautifully written! Excellent!
alxita@anvaya Ahhh, why did I not see your comment since a week ago... Anyway, thank you very, very much!!!
yashrunwalThis is awesome, just read this and im highly impressed by your style and the flow that your writing carries. Im looking for authors for my upcoming anthology based on Mystery and thrill which i think you are fit for, if you're interested in getting published (in an actual book) i'd be very pleased to have you on our team of hand-picked writers, please consider this opportunity and and let me know. Keep writing it's amazing!
alxita@yashrunwal I may not be the best when it comes to formality (since I'm pretty underage lol) But I think I may take this opportunity as interest for nominating my piece as one of the many others in your upcoming anthology.
But I do kindly ask, if you'll ever publish the future book, where will you publish it? Will it be online like an e-book (something like that) or is it really physical? I am interested to see the book as much as possible, but considering the lockdown, I may not ever see the book in physical form (I'm in the Philippines).
In conclusion, I would gladly take your offer as interest as to what my pieces would be in such an official book. Thank you for understanding.
Stepping on the soft, virescent grasslands Along the streets surrounded by homes that stand There, the people gladly walks along the paths As a charming day passes by so fast
But, I was wondering again into a spiral way Down the funnel leading me to nowhere as I stay, It seems that reality was long defenestrated Oblivious to our eyes, as it's demonstrated
Is it rather a replica of the thrown-away reality? Ignored by the public as they go on happily? Is it a fantasy that we were so nescient to know? That we'd pass by the "reality" as we all go
Is it really true matter we're currently standing on? Or just a synthetic creation, the other long gone? But if I'd wash my eyes just to clear out the blurriness, Would it still be the same, or turn into nothingness?
I'm still wondering as these thoughts circulate Around my crying head, aching as it suffocates Depriving oxygen needed for proper thinking As I'm devoid with answers I'll forever be finding
She went through all the harsh realities Dolorously walking with wavered sanguinity The only thing that ameliorates her pain Are the melancholic tears that she used to retain
But she decided her fate as she continued to walk She would not be treating this as selfish talk As she convinced herself to aim for strength That will guide her in passing through all lengths
In all seriousness, she'd be willing to face hell As sonorously as she would, even at every cell As she enters through the valleys of fierceness As the innocent lily, she'll still enter with all hopefulness
anvayaWow. Ingenious topic to write on. I don't know though... Would a small white lie do harm?
alxitaSometimes, a lot of little lies can paint the truth into such an unrecognizable thing to distinguish from the raw truth. But sometimes, these poems I write have a bit of exaggeration in it, which can partly explain the drama being emitted here. But thank you as always for reading my poem!