short poems for A pic-a-part Challenge

Wake me up

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what never grows old

What never grows old

Can you think of something that never grows old?
Even this world that we’re living in grows old.
Even TIME for that matter grows old.
But there is this something that never grows old.
It could transcend through time but would never grow old.

Have you ever seen an aged couple walking at a park
With fingers entwined,
as if they are still at their younger years
Sharing life together as one.
Have you ever seen old couple at a restaurant or food place
Sharing one plate or one glass.
Pretty odd isn’t it?

To younger generations this is pretty awkward to see.
But for those people sharing that something in common between them,
It is something very special, very unique.
It is something that money can never buy.
It is something that cannot be traded for anything.
Yes, it is LOVE.

Love is the strongest emotion, the greatest feeling,
The most important thing that God implanted
to the hearts of all his creations.
Love knows no bounds
Love is timeless
Yes, Love never grows old.

A seed can grow into a huge tree
And every fall it would shed all it’s leaves.
But after some years of standing there
Deep rooted on the ground,
It would one day die and wither.

But definitely not with Love.
Love is something unexplainable.
It is something so magnanimous.
An impeccable feeling that no body,
No one could ever defeat nor destroy.
No one could ever suppress.

Even the malevolent shadow of time
Turn to gray,
Love is the only thing that will remain fresh,
Beautiful and precious.

To a heart filled with love,
This feeling is simply eternal.


D’Drippingmind
22nd of March 2009

I never existed at all- A glimpse of my past

As I walk home,

I could not resist staring at the darkened sky over me.

And through my deepest sigh,

scenes from my past slowly flashed on my mind.

I remembered the time I was still young.

So healthy, so vibrant.

Filled with hopes, filled with dreams.

It's as if nothing and no one could stop me

from doing things that I wanna do.



I was filled with very high expectations of what

I dreamed of what I would like to be.

I would like to be known in my chosen field,

I wanted to be popular. I wanted to be great.

Sounds so simple hopes, right?



But as I trod my life's way,

the road ahead of me becomes narrower,

becomes stiffer.

It's as if every time i try to do my best,

to do great things not only to achieve something

but also to please the people who I call my family,

I always tend to fail...

Yes... it's painful to accept.But I always fail.



It's as if every time I try to step ahead,

my feet were being pulled back to where I started.

I wanted to be a painter... I wanted to be a great painter.

But, they would say,

"What?! you just wanted to be a painter?"

So, with fear and shame I frantically utter

Yes... I wanted to be just a painter...

And then I would hear their mocking laugh.

And the thundering sound remained in every minute

of my life. I would always hear their voices,

As if every laugh was embedded in my mind.

Little did they know they were killing my spirit

they were killing my hopes,

they were killing my soul.



Until one day I found myself confused of what I wanted

to do, of what i wanted to become.

I was at lost...

It's as if I was thrown out to the sea

and was left alone to drift and wander.

I knew I was drowning...it's as if i was dying.



I could not remember how many nights i cried alone.

How many times I cursed myself because

I am weak... I simply cannot admit to myself

that I am not who I think I am.

But... I must admit... I have to admit...

I am just a useless weakling.



I cannot even stand up for my right.

I cannot even open my mouth to tell them they are wrong.

I cannot even prove to myself that I am right.

I cannot even stop myself from blaming me.





That night, before I went to bed,

I promised myself, I will start leading a different direction.

I will wake up as a new born human being.

I was filled with new hopes again.

But when I told them I wanted to be a writer,

they all laughed at my face again...

the same faces mocking... laughing at me.

They said "Now you want to be a worthless writer,

you think people would spend time reading your crap?"





I was devastated... I was killed for the second time.

Then again, their mocking laughs was thundering,

echoing into my ears. It's as if breaking my brain...

It's as if breaking my sanity.

That night, tears flooded... again... again.. again...

It's as if my eyes would never stop shedding painful bitter tears.



So I let go of myself...

I let go of my high hopes...

I let go of my dreams...



I simply let my self be tossed to whatever direction they

wanted me to go... whatever they wanted me to be...



And slowly time passed me by.

Years passed, with nothing to hope for,

with nothing to expect.

Here I am aged by time.

But what have I achieved through those years?

What have I gained through those folds of years?

So I looked within myself trying to find the answers,

but... it was empty.... I am empty.



I am now nearing to the sunset of my life.

Soon I would fade from this earth's face,

Soon I will die...



I cannot think of anything that I would leave behind

for them to remember me.

For them to remind how I lived, how I existed.

Deep in my heart I know there is nothing...

There is Nothing...



Deep in my heart I know I would pass away

just like this darkened night over me,

Unheard... Unnoticed...

Because... I didn't exist...

I never existed at all...



D' Drippingmind-blue
24th of March 2009

Asking about my day?

My day?

lemme start it with breathing fresh air..

haaah pretty nice.

Been a rough week for me

not because i gotten tired of my daily tasks

but maybe it's because

i'm trying to get use to sadness ...

For sure many people would think

"so what's new about being sad?"

to others sadness is simply

SADNESS.

Something that would disappear

with few things to do to get rid of it.

But what if...

What if sadness seems to be clinging

into your soul for a long time now?

What if it's been like eating your inner self slowly?

very slowly...

very painfully...

What if you wanna scream out loud

but...

you simply can't?

Clock's ticking...

and time would slowly pass me by again.

But once again nothing would change...

Sadness would still be here.

Right at the very core of me...

Sadness...

the one who would never leave me alone...

D'Drippingmind-Blue
24th March 2009