A Deep Truth
These words will
not be worthy
of storage,
in her memory
bank.
Stanzas still must
keep in touch,
As the way
fingers roam smartphone
screens.
Emotions won’t farewell
when what’s left
to take,
is a leave.
My lines shall
reserve space for
you to cram
in between.
Forever memorable they’ll
be,
like sunset scenes.
I’ll fly these
paper planes with
your brilliance,
sitting as a
passenger.
Maybe the wings
will flutter faster,
than those butterflies
he nested in
your stomach.
Or out race
my heart rate,
in which a
speedometer couldn’t calculate.
Due to your
mere essence that
motivates.
Oh he wears
your compassion well.
It pains me
to admit.
I tried to
follow suit.
But if he’s
the tailor,
i’ll always be
a misfit.
(Source: shubeyd)
Prom Night
No,
I’m not the
guy who will
infiltrate your every
fantasy tonight.
He’s a substitute
of me present.
Awaiting gifts of
awe,
wrapped in your
presence.
Given slowly but
dearly.
As you find
advantage in each
step,
down your stairway.
Crushing and crippling,
all desires I
obtain in this crush.
Ever so never-minding,
to the damage.
More likely focused
on how well you’re
making him blush.
Rather than what
it’s like to feel
as if such a poem,
is to be heard
or to be hushed.
While he’s slow dancing
to the rhythm of
your affection.
I’ll be sending,
a whirlwind of
words.
Hoping the power
of them,
will sweep you
off the dance floor.
Away from this
fairy tale of
an occasion.
I want us both,
to be on
the opposite end
of “happily ever after”.
(Source: shubeyd)
Harmful Thinking
I’m hooked on
these ideas but,
never dangle from
your support.
Reality reminds me,
that they’re just
suicidal tendencies.
Killing off the
inner boy,
who hangs upon
his dreams.
Each poem is
a eulogy,
you won’t ever
hear.
Still i’m willing
to collide with,
brainstorms beholding
your name when near.
They may leave
me scattered abroad
pages,
empty as the
tank that’s suppose
to be fueling my happiness.
Yet I can’t deny
the love received,
when you spoon feed
my mind.
With greatness and
verse.
I shall indulge
in your presented
feast.
Consume beauty in
food for thought.
As you openly
disregard this.
They fail to
realize,
never will I
be a starving
artist.
(Source: shubeyd)
A Hopeful Getaway (Re-written)
Good times have
disappeared into clouds,
of negativity.
Those bad moments,
would do anything
but fade.
Even if I
were to fan
them away with,
a careful outlook.
Your desertion has
lowered my spirit.
It’ll take more
than girls with,
pom poms to
cheer me up.
I just need
your return,
to uplift me
from despair.
Then maybe I
could prevent,
the mark I’ve
made on your life.
From becoming
eraser shavings,
to be blown into
air.
(Source: shubeyd)
“Another Wish”
Just for all
the time.
I’d like these
apologies to
make us up
again.
Like the appliances
used to cover,
your hated blemishes.
Then i’d be
honored to show,
all you would
grant a look to.
How charming forgiveness,
really is.”
Salvation
Today,
I don’t want
you to open
your medicine cabinet.
Your body deserves
more than cure teasers.
In which those
abundance of pills,
act as.
For now,
allow yourself
to adapt the
raw strength exposed
between these lines.
Day by day,
place holy spirit
on your prescription.
Side effects alone,
have outdone any
medication.
When the night,
buys out time
for you to
go without resting.
Let future blessings
enrich your focus,
over the deprivation
of sleep.
Unlike your pest
of pestilence,
the finest health
will be given
to keep.
Together we still
await when death,
will only have its
grim to reap.
Becoming forever non-existent,
as its mythical being.
This world is
an eyesore,
soon to be
denied of sightseeing.
Long live the days.
When we’re able
to enhance,
our views with
this paradise vision.
(Source: shubeyd)
Without Her
Ever since I let loose of,
the bond we were entangled in.
These gloominess levels,
have been set to
their full intensity.
You are Velcro
to my brain stem.
I cannot seem
to delay your,
attachment from the mind.
There has come
a time when,
our smiles are
shunned from eye contact.
A period when,
you found the bulls-eye
on my heart.
Although I was
never a target,
from the start.
Still I aspired,
to be one of
your greatest hits.
But you’d rather
not tune in,
to hear the artist
you’ve made of me.
(Source: shubeyd)
A Servant’s Confession
Tonight,
before my prayer
takes off from amen.
I must thank you,
for helping me
stand by my
guilt’s actions.
I’ve learned that
humans can stab
themselves,
with the dagger
of self pleasure.
But they must
be willing to,
comply with wounded
inner peace.
And I’m tired,
of leaving are
relationship at the
pit stop of
long distance.
Only to refresh
myself with the,
fuel you don’t
accelerate me with.
No my being,
is not well
because our companionship
is ill.
Yet you instill
breaths of faith,
when I’ve been
inhaling a polluted
spirit.
I pledge to
rid of this
spiritual klutziness.
Thankful I am,
of your open
hands at the
catch of my fall.
(Source: shubeyd)
Fleeing From Writer’s Block
When the time bomb
in my poetic mind,
ticks seconds away from
ignition.
I always find her,
at the core of defuse.
Just one push from rescue,
then onto a return to her
inspired page flawlessness.
Leading me to another
timely surprise,
words placed for adornment
or to simply sympathize.
Should I really be shocked
of her provisions given
at hand?
After all she is truly where
it all began.
(Source: shubeyd)
Mia (Re-written)
Her adornment flowed,
in session of
a dull mood
English class.
Took my eyes
off the hands,
that controlled a
period’s pass.
On fields of
green with hockey
sticks,
her name is
left branded.
I’m the furthest
from a princess,
yet her virtue
has me enchanted.
Like a divorcee
to her past love,
the rink and you
stay at separate
ways.
That friction you
cast in game,
would set the
ice ablaze.
She was born
to define perfected
attraction.
Grateful I am,
of her birthmark
at its best.
When you’re kept
awake by school
pressure,
I hope you’ll
let this poetic
spirit lullaby
you to rest .
Although i’ll never
get a chance
to be him.
Still you’ll remain
a charmer
and the key
to my coping
mechanism.
(Source: shubeyd)
