May 21

My entry poems


Hi :) Here are my entry challenge poems:





And here I am, for you, my friend.

There is no world I wouldn’t bend,

Reality I wouldn’t twist

Just to make sure you exist…





I am not taking sides.

I won't pull any strings.

Not dancing anymore

to this old-fashioned song.


So don't make me decide

'cause I won't say a thing.

Not fighting in this war

between the wrong and wrong.





Failed Attempts At Nostalgia


Pt I


Turns out past can have strange flavor

especially when past was lived

by someone crazier and braver

someone who dared and believed.


I often crave to feel again that -

the same old mist, the same old haze,

I often try to swing with memories,

remix the songs, replay the games.


But it’s not possible so often

how could we do it all again -

with foes forgiven and forgotten

enjoy the thrills of war and hate?


And why we want to make it real

and why we dream of magic spells?

We could return the times, the people,

but can’t go back to simpler selves.


Pt 2


Turns out life can feel so breathless

especially a life observed

through muddy windows, broken fences

with heads in wrong directions turned.


Turns out friends are outlandish

especially a friend not met

with lives so busy, folks so selfish,

with grudges held and truths unsaid.


Turns out love can seem so daunting

especially a love unfelt

with lips so dry and hearts so guarded

and minds expecting to be read.


Turns out we find empty meanings

and cling to voids with worthless strings,

turns out letting go is easy

'cause I am not a sum of things.

May 22

Maria, I loved them, especially the first one - although it's short, it spoke to me in many levels 😊

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