FAKE

 There are times when intentions are pure,

    Time and effort for a better connection,

        Always giving, always fitting of motion, 

            But then ties were fragile and wasted.

You give your all, you give loyalty,

    As if you have the advantage of royalty,

        But royalties must not trust anyone easily,

            As everyone has schemes that hide resolutely. 

You have broken your heart many times,

    Once considered a friend but a competitor,

        Once considered like a family but a traitor,

    Must you hold unto the link that isn't a mirror?

        

  The people who mirror your passion and affection,

        They cross the oceans as you do with dedication,

            Desires were true and have an honest opinion, 

                That you much deserve such kind attention. 

Let your heart reside where your people are,

    Let go of the connections that have gone haywire,

        As happiness dwells in a pure relation and relation,

         A path with your own people and own nation.

The Child

 When I was a child, I wondered why I am not the same,

        The same as others who have food to enjoy and not accept,

            Like the ones who have so much but still felt something's lacking,

                Nonetheless, I always put a smile on my crummy face,

                    Despite the fact that I'm different, I am but to be kept.  

                I may have run to the mountains and seen what's in store for me.

                    Slide down from the mountains and green grass wounding the young me,

                        I have learned that going up has its toll and true promises,

                            Witheld the majestic view of the top and decided to keep it stored in my heart.

As a child, I smelled and felt the breeze of running outside, 

    The smiling faces and memories of my innocent friends, 

        The bawling and clamor of our wounded elbows and knees,

                Time passed, as to where, how, and what do we run for, now?

My heart has been ripped by the confused love and growing pains, 

    Bleeding inside and the child has covered with an iron fence,

        Protecting its delicate nature and  stainlessness,

            I have come to know how to treat my inner child with care.

I will now run for the mountains with hope and various dreams, 

    Without scaring the child of spurious joy and rejection,

        That it is okay not to possess what others possess, 

            That we're all unique, each doted with an exact purpose. 

Like The Rain

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 Those sweet smiles, sweet words, and sweet hugs,

    Stayed on my mind, like a sunset on the sea.

    Everyone adores you, therefore, everyone loves you.

       You were radiating in my eyes amicably.

My tears were falling like raindrops,

    You were there to wipe it with your delicate hands.

    You were there to give me cogent reassurance.

        That life may be hard but there's a purpose and it bonds.

The way I have liked the rain,

    You were pouring on with a sound that is comforting.

    You were like the rain clouds that brought smiles to my life,

        Rather than a warning that everything will be wet and dripping.

The sound of your voice was distinct, 

    Like the rain acquainted with a rolled thunderstorm, 

        It has encompassed me with warmth and jubilation,

            Knowing that a cup of coffee and rain is a perfect combination.

Life turns out to be fickle,

    It changes constantly, changing what once was so precious. 

    Like the rain that was relaxing and comforting,

    It became an ordinary drop of water filling the dry lands. 

Time passes by, and seemed so clear, 

    That the paths we must take, were on the roads so distant.

        We have threaded into a different life, 

            Like the rain that slowly stopped, as it felt cold and damped. 

Life is indeed unpredictable,

    Now, the rain is still comforting, nice, and soothing,

      That showered from the sky to give life and meaning,

           You have become the rain that has protected me from famine.

             

How people move

People sway their hips

    Making winds along the way with a strut

       People lift their hands

            Signaling a joyous sound of victory

                Or a sign of desperation and uncertainty.

People move their heads

    To ask, to clear, to disagree, too

        Agreeing is motioned with good sounds 

            Arguing is moved with anger and dread

                    People move the way they do.

Walking is bliss

     For someone who has the strength and drive

    Walking is cursed

        For the old, the sick, and the most blue.

People run for dreams

    Either they struggle and fight alone

        Making them a strong, big, stallion

            Or with the other people along

                The goal is clearly won.

                

The way a pet can make you feel

I see you linger in my dreams

    I still remember the subtle softness of your fur against my skin

    The way you reposition yourself to make yourself comfortable at my feet

    The way you waited for me to let you out and play and beams.

The heartbreak I felt when you passed away lingers

    My eyes go weary and teary without a warning

        I catch a break and dreaming 

            That in time I will meet you again.

Longing and love cannot stay true

    Without a physical or material elucidation

         With that, I picked up my paint brush and easel

            Pictured you out from my memory hoping it will make you happy.

       

I am but a JAR

I am but a JAR

    full of water;

        Too much heat makes it dissipate

        Too much cold makes it ICY

I am but a JAR

    Filled with liquid

        The liquid seeks its form

            but follows the shape of a vessel

I am but a JAR

    Can be teeming with water

        The properties of the sea

            It was blurred and Salty

I am but a JAR

    Brute strength can hurt me

        A tiny crack weakens me

            The fluid inside seeps out

                No longer trapped and free.  

       

FOR ME?

FOR ME?

by JobeInQuarantine

My heart ached for someone,

My chest's heavy for others,

Why can't I feel it for me?

Stumbling for the hungry,

Being strong for the weak,

Being bold for the meek,

Why can't I feel it for me?

I can see the blue sky,

From the window of white,

I marvel while the birds fly,

Are these emotions really for me?

They say it is not right, 

Do not do anything bright, 

Do not overshadow anyone with might,

Were all those really for me?