Soulmates
I wonder if soulmates truly exist,
if there is someone for everyone,
another half for each individual.
I wonder if soulmates are friends,
or if they are everyone's final love,
the relationship that ends the rest.
I wonder if anyone truly cares
about the idea of soulmates,
or if this was just an idea made to trick
those gullible enough to believe
there is something more to this life.
I wonder if the idea of soulmates
was created to force people into
a false reality of never being complete.
I wonder if I have fallen into
this false sense of reality,
but if this is true,
I wonder who is here
who is made just for me.
I wonder where they are,
and I hope they come soon.
Planetary Destruction
One small step for man,
One large leap towards ruin,
As we can never stop reaching
For the stars that are not ours.
We aim for civilizations
And planets that are not our own.
Looking for farther and farther solutions
To the problems we face,
To the problems we made.
We harness electricity,
We discover oil,
We destroy our planet
Just to satisfy
Those what-ifs,
Those whispers at the back of our mind.
Just to appease
The curiosity that destroys
What we are working so hard to save.
Glass Bubble
Looking in through the glass
That separates me and the world.
Seeing all that happens
All the joy
All the romance
All the happiness
That abounds around me
In my glass bubble
Of protection
I cannot participate
I can only watch,
I can only listen,
I can only exist.
There is no one beside me
No one around me
There is
Just
Me.
Time to Leave
Why do you
Keep playing the victim?
When you are the one
Causing yourself
All this pain?
Only you to blame
For those scars on your heart,
Making decision to keep
One unworthy love
In your life.
You have the power
To release yourself
From these chains
That shackle your future
To a significant other
Who is undeserving
Of all the love
You have to offer.
Why do you
Keep playing the victim
When you have the power
To change the circumstances
And run away?
My Way Home
My mother always said:
The stars are the limit.
If you can reach them,
Anything is possible.
If the stars are the limit
Of what humanity
Is capable of,
Why do we still reach
For the expanse that lies beyond?
My father reveals:
The stars are a guide,
Leading us further
Into the great beyond,
Where mysteries are unveiled,
Where wonder lies,
And where our imagination
Lead us to discoveries
Of another civilization,
Lying in the stars.
Perhaps my mother said
The stars are the limit
Because she was afraid.
Afraid of the possibilities,
Afraid of my curiosity,
Afraid of me discovering the truth.
Perhaps the stars are the limit
Because my mother did not want me
To find my way home.
Ours
It's understanding
That we were not meant to be,
Not the existence
Of our problems that drove us apart. Honestly,
Your insecurities
Matched my own uncertainties. These
Faults are a result
Of living in a world we trusted.
So Sweetheart,
It's not your fault:
It's ours
For trusting a world as flawed as this.
Burning Rumors
Just a spark on a leaf
Starts the tiniest of embers.
A whisper of a breeze
Sets the leaf alight.
The flames tickle the edges
Of the ground around it,
Starting a blaze
That lights up the night.
The spark is a rumor
That moves in whispers.
The rumor spreads
As do those flames.
The gossip that appears
Burns those in contact,
Much like that blaze
That lights up the night.
Cancelled
The highest highs,
The praise,
The adoration,
The idolization,
All comes to an end
In an instant.
The rushing roars
Of a crowd
Hushed
Into a single whisper.
Silently,
Oh so silently,
You hear
"Did you hear what they did?"
"They took advantage..."
"They messed up..."
"They no longer matter..."
"They're cancelled."
There is a saying:
Everything that goes up,
Must
Come
Down...
Now,
The world decided,
It was your turn
To go
down.
Bringing Me Back
I have always been in a fight with life over what I need and what I want and love. What I need led me to working a job that I can barely stand just to make money. What I love led me back to this site, to explore writing. It has taken me time to understand that things that bring me joy should be celebrated the same as those things that keep my body alive. Without joy, existence is just existence, not life. And I want to go back to living.
People’s Sacrifice
I'm a sacrifice
For the people,
Mend me how you need.
For each piece of me,
Is another one for you.
None of this is mine
It's just yours.
Each piece
Sheds itself
From my being,
Until there's nothing left
Besides a false smile,
Lying on the ground
As I tell myself
I'm happy!
This is how it's supposed to be!
Nothing left for myself,
But the fake joy
From giving myself completely
To those strangers.
Forgetting who I am
To fit their perfect dreams.
Forgetting what I was
Besides a sacrifice
For the greater good.
Is this how life's supposed to be?
Just broken pieces of a being,
Left to be fought over by others,
Left to be forgotten as a person,
But remembered as a thing,
But remembered for their sacrifice,
While hiding their unhappiness from the world
While hiding how they truly feel.
Is this how life's supposed to be?
Are we supposed to be nothing more
Than something to be used
For the benefit of others?
Because at this rate,
I'll become nothing more than a sacrifice
Of false smiles and false hopes.
But that's just life.
Isn't it?