A little bit of Poetry
All I want to do,
All I want to be,
All I need to be complete.
At night it visits me, in the morning it hides behind the sun’s rays.
Who’s afraid to bring it out in the light of day?
Who’s going to judge?
Everyone I whisper- who cares the pen responds?
Nothing more crushing than expectation.
Brilliance forced into a cage.
Expression forbidden as if it were a crime.
The downfall so easy to see that to call it cliche would be trite.
Disappointing none the less, who knows what great discoveries will continue to go unseen.
What life left unlived?
I could dance around in metaphors but I want to give you the truth, not the power to interpret.
I thought about hypnotizing you with imagery and illusion but it can’t be hidden with beautiful pictures.
Dancing around with language isn’t doing anything but confusing the situation.
Do you see it now?
It must be clear,
I can’t live without you.
How many conversations-
Words of love, words of hate, words of happiness and fear have been shared?
Tranquility engulfs the room now. Without active participants there is no reason.
I find myself drawn to it, drawn to the what if.
It’s so perfect without us- I can’t bear to think of the damage we might cause.
Better to be left a photograph than disturbed by human nature.
Value enforcement-
Expression must be allowed-
Blank don’t kill me vibe.
It’s not dark- there are people and lights everywhere. It’s so cold, the type of chill that gets into your bones and takes hold.
She is screaming at the top of her lungs. No one pays attention as they walk by. Unfortunately for her, she has no idea the yelling has made her beyond comprehension.
No one even looks, afraid of what might happen if eye contact is made. They don’t know, that’s all she longs for, a human connection.
Both hope that she will just collapse out of exhaustion. It won’t be long now, she can’t possibly carry on, can she?
Put us out of our misery, all of us.
Please.
Winter, summer, spring, and fall
despite what is said and too often believed- a flower can bloom anytime.
Within, that’s where the beauty is found, with all its color stripped.
Given a glimpse of sun,
given a drip of water,
given a chance,
the roots take hold.
Capture it in your mind, memories forever give the kind of justice a photograph fails to do.
You appear so suddenly- yet expected.
You only ask- you were never taught how to give.
I am done answering.
So often, too often it’s chewed away.
In the forest or on a city street,
there is constant chipping.
Something stronger or something preying on the weak, equally unnerving.
Foundations forever removed,
Facades continually replaced,
I wait for the opportunity of new life.
Fruitlessly she danced,
Encouraged by unknown love,
There was no music.
Inspired by:
“And in the end, we were all just humans… Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.” F. Scott Fitzgerald
HIKE. BIKE. DRINK.
College Level Drinking, Elementary Level Writing
A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
An introvert's guide to the human experience
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 