Mortal Savior

Venture into the depths of my desolate frame.
The form you have recklessly shattered in vain.
The smoldering hostility you have left to perish.
Now I am merely among myself, with only the memories remaining.
Those were the days, yes, those were the days.
The silence of those beloved golden moments was nothing short of sacred.
The pinnacle calm before the storm.
It was when time seemed to go on endlessly.
Yet at some point along the lines of bliss and ecstasy, time was lost, evaporated throughout the years.
The artificial serenity was then nursed in my hands like an empty mug with only an ounce of false pretense left within its shallow capacity.
Paranoia hastily coated my every thought and dream.
The concept of children crouching timidly in the shadows, their innocence being lapped up by the sinister omniscience the darkness summons forth.
So how could you possibly dare to request that I find it within the goodness of my heart to seek forgiveness of those who are deemed to assault the virtue of others?
How is it that you can subject me to sop up the defenseless tears and blood that flows from the victims, without uttering a single solitary word of contempt towards the committers of these catastrophes?
Regard me as a warning, for I shall not be the only one to speak out against these diabolical actions.
This vicious cycle must be stopped, and it is our obligation to make sure these victims are led toward a substantial salvation.

Transience

I see the tears that brim your lustrous eyes.
I hear your heartstrings being strummed upon by the moon’s solemnity.
I savor the aftertaste of dashing hopes that dance on the tip of your tongue.
I feel your bleak hands reach out for me in despair.
And the morose fragrance of bitter anguish fills my insides to an inconceivable extent.

As the earth laps up the sorrow that drips down that shattered face of yours,
I can hardly fathom the treacherous pain that lies beneath your flesh.
For there is nothing a promise can assure in times such as these.
And I shall never venture to say a mortal can keep its word.
But you can be certain that I differ from the rest.
Never will you ever regard me as an evanescent lover.

Flare

By some perverse stroke of fate, you have returned;
whether it be by a corrupt figment of my wretched imagination or the sick logics of reality.
Would it be indecent to question who’s struck the match?
What are your intentions for that smoke which looms all around you?
Are you disheartened with the fact that there are no mirrors to be found this time around?
You are a runaway spark from a salivating fire, which shines and burns yet soon fizzles into emptiness.
You land on my flesh and vainly sizzle into my core.
Upon my heart you set a wild fire, in which blazes through my emotions only for you to extinguish it soon after.
It is true that you brighten up my surroundings, but only so very briefly.
And yes, you leave me in awe every time the soft crackle of your voice brims my thoughts.
It would also be accurate to say that your manipulative amorous flame has managed to embrace me, and warm me through the cold.
But keep in mind that the artificial heating wears, leaving only bitterness in the night’s chill.
You shall no longer commit this scandalous treason.
For I will douse out this inferno, with my tattered tenderness worn on my sleeves.
I will never be burned by your tapered affections again.

Butterflies

Their wings
They flutter in the slightest breeze
These wings intrigue me
Delicate, like porcelain, they are
So weak, yet so strong
They hold up their bodies, their life support
The symmetry
Perfection in an erroneous world
A fire of right in the darkness of imperfection
We should all take a lesson from them
Small perfectly drawn circles and lines
Sprinkle these amazing structures
A mirage of colors meets my melting chocolate eyes
Making them all the more beautiful
They are that feeling
That feeling I feel whenever I see you
That sweet sickness in the pit of me
They flutter
They are no longer just the miracle of a creature
The creature chased by young children in baby’s breath fields
Searched for by little girls with big dreams
They are your smile, your touch
They are everything you do to me
They are butterflies

Written by my sis Sum....i find this poem to be amazingly incredible, so i just HAD to post it! =)

The Oppressing Nature of this World We Call Home

If I may, I’d like to propose my thoughts to you. An essay, if you will, expressing against the oppressing nature of this prejudice world we call home. You are not required to agree or follow within my preaching, but I ask of you to listen. Listen with the sense of hearing you were fortunately granted with from our God. I speak not for myself but for all who fill the soles similar to my own; for the weak and the strong, the elderly and the young, the open-minded, and followers of hearts. For love is blind, hence it recognizes no boundaries, whether it be bold or subtle. We not only love, but we rejoice in the vision we have been given. We see past sexism and gender roles, and instead see the beauty that resides within the soul, opposed to what appears on the outside flesh. We do not judge, we find love to come naturally with whomever we happen to dote amorously upon. Perhaps it may not seem like it, but it is as familiar for us to love as it is for you.

For we all bleed the same scarlet blood, it flows throughout all of our veins, and it seeps from all of our wounds. The bitter tears we taste trickle down all of our faces, and we were all born from our mother’s womb. For in our creator’s eyes, we all are equal, all loved and cherished. We are indeed sinners, but just like the rest of humanity, we are simply human. We are not foreign, nor that of an alien species, we surround you. We are friends, we are loved ones, we are co-workers, we are classmates, we are authority figures, we are role models, we are children, we are parents, we are acquaintances, we are heroes, we are passer-bys, we are people. We are everyday people whom do not deserve to be punished, who do not deserve to be judged. We do not deserve to follow the rules conjured by an ignorant, unenlightened mind, written by an unjust hand, but one of justice and peace. We have no right to live under the conviction of being tagged “immoral”, “unhealthy”, and “wrong”. For we are not shameful people, I for one am immensely proud of my broad-minded views and vast heart. I do not wish to be like them. If granted the opportunity to blend, the chance to mesh in amongst their narrow-minded fellowship, I would most willingly decline, hastily by all means. I refuse to conform to their convent of hypocrisy, denial in the truth of equality. Quality of pure life is what they lack, yes, that is surely the reason!

We are an oppressed people, willing to stand up against the closed-minded ones, the committers of hate crimes, the looks of shame and disgust, the disapproval and disdain, the religious banishments. We do not express ourselves in colors of blue and pink, black and white, but every color of the spectrum. We live a kaleidoscope lifestyle. We are bright and vibrant, we radiate pride. But because of your tenacious sentiments, some of us are forced to secrecy. To deceive about ourselves, so your contradicted society runs smoothly. In your eyes we are that ounce of imperfection among your immaculate human race. The kind of person you are ashamed of, the people you hide your faces from in disgrace, as if we are the plague itself. We are the rejected ones, deemed and bound to be discriminated against, and turned away from. The ones you lead your children from, shielding their eyes from the truth that lies before them. You preach of our “wrong-doings” unto them. You take advantage of their innocence and naïve thoughts, and they believe you entirely, because they know no better. Ever think we have feelings too? Your derogatory slander will no longer bring us down! You are under the assumption you can convert us, cure us, but you once again prevail to be incorrect. Your statements will not fester in our heads for us to contemplate into the wee hours of dawning. You shall never change us.

We are reaching out, stand up for what you believe in! Be who you truly are! Laugh in the face of false pretenses, banish contradictions, and ward off the urging pressures to relinquish your efforts, tune out the discouraging voices around you. Express yourself, not only be victorious in the battle but win the war by being yourself. Follow your heart, love freely. For as this world turns the hatred only thickens, the pain only grows, but the liberation we feel must be created by ourselves. We must fight for our rights. “Because crawling on the planet’s face, some insects called the human race, lost in time and lost in space and meaning.” We can only rely on ourselves, without that there is nothing. So who is with me? Stand up for those in need, combat the ignorant. We are people, flesh, bones, and blood. We. are. people. This is who we are. This is who we are proud to be.

Elation

Alas you’ve reached the wee town of Anisette.
A land graced with puddles of amaretto and a ceaseless marmalade sunset.
Laced with serendipity and lemon drop dreams,
with swirling sidewalks frosted by clementine creams.
Twirling strands of strawberry blonde,
floating to fields of fiction and beyond.
Cherry blossoms lining the cobblestone boulevards,
entice rosebud cheeks to bloom with cordial regards.
Puckered lips blanket these seraphic streets,
anticipating candied plums and peaches that are delectably sweet.
Flavorful tongues lick our faces in a friendly greeting,
as sour rains sustain depleting.
Paving the way for perfection profoundly,
leaving us all to sleep soundly.

*inspired by Blue October's "3 weeks she sleeps"*

Perpetual Ambiance

Is that a smile tugging at the corners of your lips?
Is that a tear jerking from the fringes of your eyes?
Perhaps a chill soaring down the measures of your spine?
For I cannot see you at this exact moment,
but I sense your every movement.
It’s almost as if you have crawled beneath the responsive layers of my flesh.
Delved within the chambers of my being,
as if we share my very existence.
Tell me,
are those butterflies fluttering inside you?
Amphibians springing amidst your throat?
Have you been cursed by vexation once again?
For I cannot hear you at this exact moment,
but I sense your every breath.
I feel your heartbeat pulsate throughout my being,
as if we share the very same blood.
Tell me,
is that a vibrant luminescence radiating from your soul?
A lush set of wings upon your shoulders?
The walking definition of perfection is found within the sight of you.
For I cannot be next to you every moment,
but I sense you all the time…

Redemptional Plight

Speak to me the words
that are held hostage behind your elusive lips.
Menaced by the rigorous trauma inflicted upon that delicate structure of your’s.
I’m finding it difficult to allow words to flow from this here pen,
because well, to be honest I feel as though they are all inadequate.
Then again, everything seems to be incompetent when held close to you.
I yearn to be the one you flee toward when the tides have turned their cheek.
I ache to be the one who calms your storms.
I pine to bandage your every wound.
I long for my hands to be the ones that gently bear your heart.
I wish for my fingertips to play your heartstrings melodically.
I hope that someday you are placed beside me,
to wade through all of life’s hardships and treasured moments together.
To savor your smile,
always and forever.

Sweet Pea

Scribbled names inside scrawled hearts,
contemplative question marks.
Candy apple lips,
and rock candy eyes.
Why do you believe my lollipop lies?
Don’t you see that I’m a sucker for you?
Can’t you see past my sugarcoated stories?
The gooey impressions of your marshmallow hugs,
have managed to keep my thoughts stuck on you.
You reside in my every ice cream dream.
Silent white prayers,
reassure me that my candy-heart-phrases will not go unrequited.
Daisy petals left in a pile on my floor,
reflect my steady belief in
“love me, love me not’s.”
I’ve come to realize you can learn alotta things from the flowers.
The way your eyes linger upon me like molasses,
and the fruity fables I sell to you for a dime,
make my peanut-brittle bones shudder with elation.
Would you please just crack your jawbreaker barricade,
and kiss me already?