Category Archives: Poetry

Poetry Shenanigans – Yellowed Pages

Fun things happen when you decide it’s time to declutter your room & your life. I stumbled upon a lot of interesting stuff & I have a confession to make. I’m a sentimental hoarder, and it is bloody hard to part with some stuff man! Some of this stuff truly is the equivalent of a time capsule. I kid you not, I can see myself transported back in time to that moment or instance I sat down and wrote whatever it is that I wrote. I wouldn’t call it regrets, but I do wish I’d figured some people & things out sooner. Anyhow, through the course of going through stuff this poem was inspired. I hope you all enjoy it, and like always, feel free to share your thots in the comments section down below!

Yellowed Pages

Through Archenemies,
Half-truths and whole lies,
I survived.
Through fearful phases,
And memory hazes,
I’m alive and all revived.
Through gossip columns,
Strewn across many page corners,
And blank spaces,
On word crammed pages,
Back in time,
To safer and happier places.
A smile restored,
Wistful and wise,
All to aware, 
Of the battles and journeys,
Waiting up ahead
To remedy and redefine,
The purpose of this life.

SJ

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Poetry Shenanigans – Human Condition

So this particular poem was inspired while I was going through the news yesterday morning. And honestly, going through the news these days, there’s more heartbreak and suffering that some people are thriving off of. They would much rather live off of sowing seeds of discord & hate than try and help others out as their equals. However, that doesn’t mean that there is no hope in the world, there is, but sometimes the efforts to bring out a unified front is much harder than a bunch of bullies banding together and tormenting others.

Anyway, that’s about it for my lil’ frustration filled rant. Now, here’s the poem & as always, feel free to leave & share your thots!

Human Condition

With everyone calling for visibility,
Just how invisible have we become?
When did we forget?
That being human,
Meant, being one?
When did we lose ourselves?
When did we divide ourselves?
By religion, caste, gender and orientation,
And, spewing so much hate.
When did we allow one’s suffering,
To be another’s victory?
When did we let discrimination,
Take up so much space?
When did we turn into unfeeling beings?
Able to withstand so much oppression,
And so much violence?
When did we settle to be ignorant?
And have others make our choices and
shape our opinions?
What happened to the rebels and explorers,
The visionaries, the dreamers,
That resided deep within?
When did we agree,
To be divided, to be boxed in?
When did we allow,
Fears and insecurities,
Of bullies and oppressors,
And people in positions of power,
To erase our choices,
And dictate our futures?
When did we prioritize,
Nursing bruised egos,
And appeasing megalomaniacs,
Over peace, harmony and prosperity?
When did we allow freedom,
To be a fairytale, a myth,
And nothing more than a quixotic dream?

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Of Devils & Dues

Of Devils & Dues

I thought if I spoke the devil’s name,
And cut my losses,
I could set myself free.
Only,
The devil I thought I freed myself from,
Is ever omnipresent,
Smirking, leering at me,
Whilst celebrating life and free will,
While, I keep running,
Sprinting from dreams,
Ever haunting,
And a broken reality,
That never fails to remind me,
Of my shortcomings, my weaknesses,
Of all that’s broken within,
Eternally hunting those chinks in my armour,
To forever incapacitate,
The fighter, the warrior,
That breathes within,
The dreamer, the optimist,
That never ceases to find the light within.
One day the devil will get his due,
And while he pays his dues,
I finally get to live,
A life of exuberance, innocence and freedom,
Once stolen from me. 

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Wrap & Roll … Lock & Load

Wrap & Roll … Lock & Load

Be a wraith,
Embrace the hate,
Be a ghost,
Barely there,
Yet ever-present,
For,
They’re the ones who lost their faith.
Stand tall,
After every fall,
The harder you go down,
The harder you fight your way back to the top.
This is your life,
Your match,
Your march,
Your parade.
You’re the victor,
Your scars,
Are mere tales engraved.
They’re a sign,
Of the residual fire that remains.
That burns brighter,
Every single day,
Relentless and unforgiving,
A blaze,
That razes all the doubts and haters,
Who make the mistake of getting in your way.
Here comes the next blow,
Roll with the punches,
Take a hit, two or many more.
Take a hit till they can’t hit anymore.
Test your mettle, flex your steel.
Take it all in,
Until the day you make your stand.
Plant those feet, dig them in.
One, two, three,
Here we go.
Block, jab, cross your way,
And when you see your moment,
Don’t hold back,
Take them down,
It’s time for a TKO.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Fault Lines

Fault Lines

Pushed down, Pushed around, Pushed away,
Funny how people think you’ll still stick around,
Despite all the bitterness, heartache and acrid words hurled your way,
To make it work against all odds; Only to blame you when it all crumbles away.

SJ

 

Poetry Shenanigans – Lifesaver

I thought I’d play around a little bit more with style and formats, so here’s a poetry experiment for Wonderful Wednesday. Hope everyone is doing great!

Lifesaver

Do you consider yourself worth saving?
Have you seen yourself in the mirrors that matter most?
Have you seen what you look like through those eyes?
The ones that ground you and anchor your soul?
Do you know what fear feels like?
While watching pieces of you disappear and dissipate?
While watching the elements that once made you,
Fall apart and be replaced by this unrecognizable version of you?
Do you know what loss feels like?
It feels like those grains of sand slipping through your fingers,
That you just can’t seem to hold on to, no matter how hard you try.
I would know because I’ve tried.
Do you know what darkness feels like?
I feel like you do,
Since the only bits of you that remain in my line of sight nowadays,
Is nothing more than a mere shadow,
That lets me know of your existence and nothing else.
Fear is when I wake up thinking today might be the last day,
Today might just be the last time I get to say,
Those three precious words,
That once made your day,
Once was the brightest ray to cast it’s brilliant light your way,
But now is just another way of me asking you to stay,
Another way to say the only words to let you know it’s okay,
That I’m always here regardless of the constraints time seems to
toss your way.
And in time you will see the power of those three words,
As they wrap their way around your very being,
And guide the way.
Head over heart, heart over head,
The eternal battle of damnation that keeps waging war on your sanity,
Makes you question your mental faculties,
Makes you reconsider your life’s priorities.
One day you shall see,
Love has no boundaries,
No qualms about breaking down and tearing apart those walls,
You once thought were indestructible,
That you built so carefully around those parts of you guarded most cautiously.
One day you will see, that not all is what it always seems to be,
And that the ones in your life who were meant to be,
Never withdrew or walked away,
But were just waiting for the day where you’d finally ask them to stay.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Burn

Burn 

Burning, flaring, glaring,
Angry sparks, fiery flames,
Licking away, burning apart all that was hidden,
To make way for something new.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Dictated Lies… Dictated Lives

Dictated Lies … Dictated Lives

The only beautiful
Anybody wants to be,
Is the kind they can control,
The kind that comes with
instructions and demos,
You know,
The kind you can fit in a box,
By relinquishing control,
And be told,
That this is for your benefit,
This will give you power
and control over your life,
Without losing your mind.
Convinced by a lie,
Where you’re told,
This is for you,
This is what you need,
To be better, stronger,
Exquisite, visible and striking,
To all those distracted and ignorant
eyes,
That never gave you a moment,
That just passed you by.
Another lie sold,
And you’re constantly told,
This is what makes heads turn,
This is what makes cities burn.
This is what power is.
All these empty promises,
Eat you up whole,
Gone are your dreams,
Gone is your passion,
Gone is that smile,
Once radiant, once hopeful,
In it’s place,
Is something rehearsed,
Something mechanical.
Gone are those things,
That once defined you as driven.
And that place deep within you,
Where there once was a soul,
All that’s left in it’s place,
Is a singed, gaping hole.

SJ

Poetry Shenanigans – Home

Sometimes, we all need a reminder of the things that anchor & ground us. Here’s to celebrating that which let’s us find a piece of ourselves, when we’re all but lost, all that inspires us when we set out on our quests & journeys of discovery.

Home

It’s funny,
As time passes you by,
Regardless of where it is
you go,
Where your heart takes you,
And the paths that you follow,
One thing is for sure,
There will never be,
A place like home.

SJ