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A blank piece of paper, soon to be something I will give to you.
I fold it in half, beginning the creation.
Visualizations of what will happen flood my head.
What if you don't like it?
Feelings will make you walk on air
And also put tingles in your toes
They can make you feel warmth all over
They can also make your heart glow
Some feelings can cause you to act silly
Cold of glaciers chill my bones
Sweeping down from mountains
Icy streams and cool winds
Stealing heat from stifling days
Pulling me back into myself
An individual among individuals
Our world is full of complexity
that we face competitively.
One thing we dread
is the future in our head.
"Hush!" the powerful say,
wanting us gone far away.
Quietly we move on,
Captain, surely they cannot expect me to lead.
Surely there will be instructions left for me.
This ocean is vast and will swallow you whole
surely a child isn’t meant to battle it alone.
I see a dove, a dove without its wings,
Like it cannot fly, one cannot be free,
And so my heart inquisitively sings,
What is the freedom that one can agree?
For possessing not freedom is what feeds:
Dear girl,
Why are you living like tomorrow won't come?
Why are you running from what's already here?
Like you're running out of time
To be seen through the thickest glass.
To know you are heard by not one but two ears.
To lean on someone who you think of as your other half.
To look in their eyes and see your whole life ahead of you.
In the beginning, God was the only one who had the gift of existence and he shared that gift with us.God also gave the gift of existence to Jesus and the angels and if you ask me, that was generous.
Jehovah God gives people gifts, my gift is the ability to write.When we think about what God does for us, it causes delight.Albert Einstein wouldn't have been a genius without God's contribution.
In life we are given many tokens of worldly greatness,Staring us in the eyes through a mist,A dark fog with nowhere to see anything in front of us,Except for those objects that are inanimate.
When you say that you are fine,
It leaves me lost to where your heart lies;
What to make of such a quandary
With diction so abstract in nature -
I am granted the privilege akin to a diety:
They didn't come in a package
I wasnt given a choice
They welcomed my with open arms
They brought me into this world with pure hearts
The breath of life could be the gift of life
Smile please...
Really, to say the truth I don't know what
to write..
I'm not a great person like you to impress...
I hope there is no gifts for you, other than
my few words in this four papers...
thAnk you forcoming back againin my Lifefor i missed
so you foundAnyone like me?
but for meno Real friendhave i Metso as youwere/are to be
Seventh of the eightSeveral wishes did cameWith just two calls andDid it all end
Life is a gift we should not take,Love from the heart we should not break.Memories, there are so many,And people we know, well, I know plenty.Our purpose here, I do believe,Is to give our gifts, not to recieve.
Are the Gods gift to the world.
Some famous and some just common folks.
Poets are descents of story-tellers.
All poets see a need, to be told.
Some poems are serious.
One Day I lost you, disappeared in thin Air, I went searching for you but could not find you anywhere
Oh the grief you have caused I nearly pulled out my Hair, I looked up, down, all around but nowhere
They say that the sap can cause a reaction
The way the pure, tart blood stains your fingertips
As you puncture each seed with feen and rejoice
Conception.
Two cells coming together to create one new being.
A small precious person growing, living.
Compacted with purpose and potential in a tiny figure, so soft and sweet.
Ready to make the future reality.
I was thinking of what to give you when i dived into a world of dreams and imaginations.
Eyes torn, eyes bright; reaching
Hands clasped, outstretched; speaking. They tell my story, they lived my days: of teary-eyed nights but persistent days,
spent studying, searching, for the ones who helped me see,
My heart crawls through the world,
Yet my pulse only stutters when my gift is unwrapped.
Thoughts run dull when its ribbon glistens bright,
Drool trips over as the color turns ripe,
Sun burns self to give us light,
nevertheless, it is strong.
Signifies, sacrifice doesn't weaken but makes us strong.
© Sadashivan Nair. All rights reserved
You gave me life,
You gave me strength,
You held my hand,
You taught me walk,
When could barely stand...
You cared my life,
Till could manage my own life...
Oh Life, how magnificient, how wondrous...
How you throw forgotton souls unto the precipice,
the precipice of hell; you teach them of love, from the milk
18 years of my life have come to pass, 18 years of emotions both good and bad. When I was born I was told I'd be destined for great things, and even with the screw ups and faults you all think that way as it would seem.
O, woe is evangeliqueWhose eminence brightly shades usWhose glory cares and saves senseBecoming rational everyday
Lord I forgot
What it is to be hated
I forgot why the crowd's ever swaying
Against us.
We Your body
Made up of broken battered people
Crowd under dirty crooked steeples.
No wonder they hate us.
Diamond shine
Wondrous, exciting, grand
Raising life to new heights
Brilliant in form
Unlike most who teach
Always will remain
Be unique
Different from the rest
Bright, cunning, awesome
A star in moonlight
Gone Away but Why Not Stay
Once upon a time
You and I
Close in ties
Bond and all
Sunshine over Time
Glow from there
Stand right here
Let the world
Find your light
A Worthy Father
Grand and blessed
You came into my life
When it was a great big mess
Grace in Structure
Yielding much ardor
An iron wall of enthrallment
Eyes take refuge in your standings
She lived in Kenya,
Only knew her ABC's,
Moved to America at eleven years old,
Taught herself English,
No one helped her,
She fell behind,
And yet her heart never failed,
A Reflection of pure
Brought from mists
Darting away
Flashing my sight
Creasing a smirk
I lost it
the simplistic nature of poetry
the words no longer pour from my lips
No longer do my message speaks on the shadows of the soul
Writers block they call it
Though I call it the end
"They just don't know."
I thought to myself,
"They just don't understand it."
"If only they knew
that there are few
who have this gift and cherish it."
Many see school as quite a bore.
You think you're hot sh*t don't you
because your clothes fit you and you got a nice whip riding after school.
You think you're hot sh*t don't you
because we will never be like you
Why I write
Is to breathe
Its how I express what's inside of me
Winning a scholarship would call for celebration
For my schooling would not be in hestitation...
of worrying
Scared.
Have you ever been
so scared of losing it
(your Gift from God)
that you'd never get
that lucky break,
the prize you'd win
if only you could change the stakes
erase the fate
Black like a crow,
White like snow,
A sound that I have come to know.
Hands on the keys,
Playing with ease,
Not many know it's my expertise.
Tells me stories
Each time I play
I can't believe it you are gone !
I had you for 15 years then I met him!
I thought he was the one!
I knew I was young, but I found out late that I was dumb!
I just fell in love with him!
I was in too deep!
Being someone’s option is never a good feeling
Hoping and praying to be someone’s one and only
Just to be told that you were just a choice that wasn’t chosen
It doesn’t feel too good
Thought.
It's as deep as an ocean.
Blissful as the cool autumn breeze.
Frightening as the monsters of our nightmares. Mysterious as the shadows of a cave.
Without thought, we would be nothing.
