Tag: poetry

  • What lies ahead

    I realised that what I wanted was based on exaggerated hopes 
    So now I exist
    Only because there is still purpose in me being here
    My own purpose has expired
    My desires negated
    My expectations extinguished
    But I have no right to take my life
    Because others have rights over me
    So dutifully, I must submit to their expectations
    But I resolve to subdue my own
    For selfishness is not a right I have earned
    But selflessness is demanded
    So in eager anticipation of death
    I cease to live

  • An ode to joys no longer shared…from Umm Abdillah to Abu Naaziyah

  • If I had but an hour of love,

    If that be all it’s given me.

    An hour of love; upon this earth,

    I would give my love to thee.

    ~ Movie (The Lovely Bones)

    ~ Photo (c) Cynically Jaded

  • Lethargic efforts…

    I wish wannabe poets would actually pay attention to simple spelling and grammar. Nothing spoils a potentially good piece more than shoddy typing or use of language. Contaminating poetry with the use of ‘text/sms’ lingo is inexcusable. Using accepted jargon is one thing, but replacing ‘you’re’ with ‘your’ and ‘their’ with ‘there’ shows a total lack of appreciation, if not common sense about simple words that should’ve been learnt in your early school years. They have very different meanings and using them incorrectly makes an otherwise logical statement illogical. 

    Get it right already, or else don’t write! You’re doing a disservice to yourself and to those that read your work if you don’t have the time or conviction to put effort into what you’re writing. Just having something to say is worthless if you don’t bother to say it in a way that will actually make sense to the person expected to read it. There’s no point in using your writing/blogging/tweeting to make a statement to the world if your statement is nonsensical. 

    That’s just my little rant from those of us that do appreciate an intelligent, rather than spastic use of the language.

  • Not Quite a Shakespearean Sonnet

    How do I love thee?
    I cannot count the ways.
    Not the fluttering in my heart,
    Nor the shortness in my breath,
    Nor the lightness in my step,
    Not even the sparkle in my eyes at the thought of you,
    Or the elation in my soul at the sound of your sweet smile,
    None of this will ever truly hint at how much I love thee.

    Perhaps a hug,
    No, an enshrouding embrace with a lingering caress of your lips
    may shed some light into the depth of my love.
    But even then, the truth of my love will still remain untold.

    For I love thee like I’ve loved no other,
    And I live for thee, which I’ve never done for another.
    So you must love me,
    And you must cherish me,
    And you must hold me,
    And never leave me.
    For if you do, it will destroy me,
    And neither you nor I will ever be blessed with such a love again.