Today is the day

Today is a day like any other,

The sun will rise just the same,

And nothing exciting will happen,

No miracles will pour down with rain.

Today you will get out of bed

And still go to do your job,

Still do your tasks and chores,

Still have the same responsibilities.

But maybe on your way to work,

You’ll help that lady cross the street

And you will never know

That she is crying because

Until yesterday she would have hobbled

Happily along her old husband,

But she would have been alone today

And every day from now on.

But maybe while picking lunch,

You will smile at the girl across the counter

And you will never know that she blushes

Because she spent last night crying

Feeling worthless after her lover left her,

And she would not have realized

She was worthy of someone’s attention

With her red rimmed eyes and splotchy cheeks.

But maybe when you go home,

You will buy that little kid an ice cream

And you will never know that

He doesn’t smile from the sugary treat,

But because he couldn’t have told

Whether the world was a good place still

After his mommy left him.

Today is a day like any other.

Every day is equally good

To be the day you change someone’s life.

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A to Z April Challenge – Reflections

The A to Z Challenge asked participants to write posts throughout April, so that every day (aside from non-initial Sundays) would be based on themes starting with the corresponding letter (A on April 1st, B on April 2nd, etc.). I took part and completed the challenge, and now it’s reflections day!

A week has passed since April,
Between now and the end
of the alphabetic Challenge.
It was Definitely amazing,
Everything pushing me
to Find the determination
to write the Greatest poems
I never knew I Had.
I am so happy I took part,
even if Just for the fun
and the amazing Kick it gave.
I’d obviously Like, though
to see if it will also bring More
Numbers to by blog.
And Onwards to next year,
I definitely Plan to do it again –
if only it would come Quicker!
And this time Round
maybe I’ll take after Some
of the Terrific people I met
and Use it to push myself more.
Maybe instead of this Variation
I’ll try to Write on a theme,
make it a bit more Xtreme.
And… I’d be so happy if all of You
Will still be here for next year’s Zoo!

See what I did there? 🙂

Joke aside, I absolutely loved the challenge, and I was quite surprised at myself that I actually managed to keep up with writing a whole poem in a day, every day (Funny enough, I actually wrote a poem on this very theme yesterday – check it out here), and I hope I’ll be able to keep up the habit even without a challenge to fuel me on. I tried to think if I have a favourite between my writings but, interesting enough, despite the process that sometimes felt rushed, I absolutely love all of them and wouldn’t change a single thing. Maybe not everything about them is perfect, but I put a piece of my soul in each, and this is what I think poetry should be about. You can find them in the menu, under ‘A-to-Z April Challenge’ if you hadn’t yet and want to take a look. Thank you in advance!

I didn’t quite have the time to check out too many blogs that participated in the challenge, and I apologise for that, but I plan on doing the Road Trip (going through blogs and seeing the posts after the challenge closes for the year). Even so, I saw some brilliant posts and followed, and was followed in return by some really talented writers because of this. Thank you so much everybody for the support/comments/inspiration!

As I said, I definitely plan on doing this again next year (and hopefully find the Master list in due time and actually sign up properly). Hope you guys will enjoy the posts then too, and hopefully the ones before next April as well 🙂 For everybody who took part, you’re awesome, congratulations! (Everybody who reads my posts is awesome, obviously, but they are just slightly more in this regard only.) If you didn’t, I’d definitely recommend it for next year, it’s really great fun, and you might surprise yourself with what you come up. Lastly, even if you don’t, consider checking out the Master list and Daily lists (http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/) of those who did take part, there are amazing blogs and people out there waiting to be discovered.

Long post today, I know. But I’m done now! Love you all, and thank you for reading my blog.

Zero o’clock

The ancient pendulum strikes zero o’clock,
A flurry of loud silences sound,
The air is filled with nil numbers of questions
And so many answers, maybe twice,
Thrice, but slightly less than nought times.
It’s the time of the old witching hour,
The original one, when the sun dipped shadow
Humans passed through ghosts, breathing fire
And gods hide in corners, afraid.
What are you doing between time and existence,
Speaking in sharp, difficult shades?
You look through your ears, so stumbled,
Like nobody taught you how rude is to breathe.
Close your skin when you talk to your youngers,
Don’t you know how your lungs should behave?
You should have learnt butter from your future,
Has nobody told you to die low and wait?
Oh, go now, you know nothing at all.
Souls shouldn’t be out past zero o’clock.

Yearning

There are days in which my fingers tingle
With the need to run them through your hair,
And days in which my eyes are slippery
And fall time after time into your path.
How can I answer when you ask why I smile
When the answer is I’m holding myself down
Because I fear my lips will unzip themselves
And run away in search of your skin?
You may not know, but your body surely does
And my, what a sweet cruel thing it is,
The way it wraps that cord around my chest
And swathes my senses in your earthy smell,
Until reality is a distant and intruding buzz.
It’s such a heady, mystifying torture,
Touching you so often, body against body,
But knowing that it just defeats the purpose,
That my fingertips can only justify the feel
When my mind’s forbidden to acknowledge you.
If only once, before we cross that threshold,
You’d let the gesture be for it’s own sake,
And let me breathe you in on an unending sigh,
Let my skin soak in the indents of your hands…
If you could only feel this spiral of yearning,
Understand this want that verges on need.
But fear not, my darling, I’m still holding on
The tightened leash to my own greedy fingers,
With the hope you’ll let me release it one day.

Xenophiles

Spin the globe and let’s see where we start
I’m eager to see, to hear, to learn.
Show me snow-capped mountains
Off the walls of hidden towers,
Help me climb the ancient trees
Whose flavours I never encountered,
Clad in clothes I never touched,
My belly full of flavours
I never knew could be cooked.
Teach me the languages of the world,
Of the past, present and future,
So many of them that I learn instead
To understand the language of silence,
Of the breaths and heartbeats
That hide between the lyrical sounds.
Bring me down to the meadows and rivers,
Let me kneel in front of the gods
Whose names history itself forgot
And laugh in the face of their judgments,
Hidden beneath the armour of cultures
That long predate their creation.
Lay me down on the grass, on the stone,
On the rubbery, broken streets of the world,
And let me learn in the depths of your eyes
The name and position of new constellations.
Yes. Show me so much the Heavens above
And the Hells below give up chasing after,
Until we know all of this world and,
Still hungry, always hungry, we sneak
Through the cracks of reality,
Like all writer, all readers before us,
Go savour and bask in new images,
New sounds, new feels, new tastes,
And then go create some more.
Lifetimes are never enough to satisfy
A love of foreign as deep as ours.

Why something?

Why is there something when it could be nothing?
Why is there air when it could be void?
Why is there flesh when it could be aether?

Why light instead of darkness,
Sound instead of silence,
Touch instead of numbness?

I don’t know. It might be that
There’s no reason at all
And it’s all a happy accident,
A cosmic dice cast so many times
That even the smallest probability
Becomes certainty instead.
Or it might be even foolish
To try to consider mathematics
As the reasoning for reason.
There’s just no way to answer those whys.

But I’m happy that is, without, despite a reason.
Becomes the ‘something’ allows you to exist,
And all the other senses let me feel you.
And oh, something even better than this –
It allows me to exist, allows me to feel,
And gives me a choice whether it will be
You, or someone else, or nothing at all.
For I, at least, am here.

Virtues of desperation

There are such virtuous people,
Far more than the rest of us,
Yet their light so easily hidden
Under a layer of perceived sin.
But who are we to judge when we don’t know
The touch and taste of their circumstances?
They may be showing the world
Something different than we think we see.

They may be showing the prudence of anxiety,
And be planning ahead for a future
They see so dark and stormy,
It might as well not exist at all.

They may be showing the justice of impulsivity,
For there’s a good and a bad way
In which justice should be blind,
And for them, all the things they can weigh
Are the judgments of seconds instead of years.

They may be showing the fortitude of apathy.
Let’s not forget there are people for whom
Merely lifting themselves up would mean
Travelling a far greater distance
Than others go to encircle a globe.

They may be showing the temperance of obsession,
When a single second of separation
Claws blood from the skin of their soul,
And limits cut into them like barbed wire,
Yet they still force steps through the thorns.

They may be showing the faith of depression,
For we all agree proof cancels the need for faith,
Yet we all trust in the existence of light
While being surrounded by glorious flames,
And judge them for struggling to see it
With their eyes closed against darkness.

They may be showing the hope of insecurity,
After being conditioned a lifetime
To the idea that they are undeserving,
And hope itself is overstepping their bounds.

They may be showing the charity of compulsion,
And the things they give freely are not,
Like for the rest of us, mere triffles,
But bloody chunks of their own beings.

They may be showing the world
Things that can only be understood
When you know both halves of the story,
Virtues of hardship and desperation.
People forget that qualities
Are not things to judge others on,
But things to mould themselves by,
For our stories are the only ones
Any of us have any right to.
So let’s judge ourselves for a change
And assume everyone else is virtuous.