Hate Me Then


This piece below came out while I was listening to Hate Me by Blue October from their album Foiled. It has nothing to do with the lyrics, but it somewhat inspired and moved me to write the following. Feel free to listen to it while reading this. It’s available at youtube. Warning, the song has one or two swear words. If that offends you, I suggest skip it.

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the image is tore in pieces
the script is burnt
the bottom is scraped
nothing left to wipe
on your way out
take your shadow with you
wipe your footsteps
erase your lingering smells
but carry this sorrow on your shoulders
for it’s yours now
use it as a cloth
to wipe any sinister dropping
left on the corner of your mouth
or use it as a pillow
to lay your heart at night
for even an empty heart
needs a company
like an empty cup
needs its saucer
for even an empty heart
needs a rest
so it can continue its next score
tomorrow is another day
another hunting experience
more arrows to release
more bodies to lie on the ground
trees have been chopped
branches are all broken
birds have flown away
all habitats are gone
chased away or hunted
the play ground is destined to be deserted
eventually empty
then…

…hate me then

The Poetry Pantry # 77 at Poets United

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I Am …


i am learning
how to walk again
watching where I step
realizing for the first time
how foreign my footsteps look
how distant the ground feels

i am rediscovering dancing
i danced again for the first time
alone, the other night
catching up with my oldies
trying my best to feel the music
but surprisingly missed a few beat

i am living, moving
starting and finishing my day with a hunger
trying not to choke on life’s golden fruits and sweets
i am creating, producing, acting
feigning, fooling God’s creatures
i can walk on a string now

i am growing
and dying simultaneously
like the grass under my feet
it’s growing under the sun
but will soon die from being stepped on
if not from the heat and thirst

i am trying hard not to drift
but after facing a storm and losing all my belongings
these hands desperately flailing, looking for a grip
but serendipity kindly responded, or was it faith
these hands finally found a rock, a strong one
and i tuck it safely in my pocket

i am responsible
to me and my rock only
trusting no one but us
i tried, failed, fell, rose, learned, and now understand
every path I choose
is mine only to take

i am
… hidden within my visibility
… visible in my hiding,
… loved in my disastrous life
… a disaster in love
… crying behind the smile
… smiling to stop the tears
… one of many pieces
… broken in pieces to be one
… thankful in my prayer
… praying to stay grateful
… alive in my dying
… dying so i know i’m still alive.

Poets United Thursday Think Tank #75 – You and Yourself

Impossible


sun touches the earth’s moon
tears filling up the clouds
journeys to change the past exist
wars fought with flowers
laughters and tears are the cures for all
feelings come with an instruction
peace and happiness are inherited
heart can never be broken
eternity has a limit
futures can be scripted

Impossible,
they are called.

Am I?

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This poem is a result of a challenge made by Poets United’s The Thursday Think Tank #62: to create a poem using the third letter of my first name. I used the letter I in Olive and picked Impossible. Please click the Poets United logo below to see more inspiring and wonderful poems by other poets who also took on the challenge this week. Enjoy.