AB - Hello Poetry

AB Apr 2016

I’ve been cursed to watch the days wash away,
One by one,
Waiting for you.
The pain of relentless time turned my heart
Black.
Though encrusted in peppery ashes it still
Beats,
Never forgetting
What I am waiting for.

One autumn evening,
You and I will sit together,
Embracing the quiescence of the outdoors,
Reclining on a plush blanket,
Feeling the wind gently brush against our backs,
Content to languor peacefully,
As the sun dips under the horizon.
Runaway rays of light will illuminate your face,
And as you turn to look at me
The sparkle of your alluring eyes will
Spark effervescence in my heart,
And suddenly,
I will remember what I waited so long
To see.

Perhaps the waiting is just a punishment,
An atonement for sins
Of a past life.
Or perhaps my dream
Is just too beautiful
To share with just anyone,
Anyone but you.

Perhaps the lost hours
Will redeem themselves
And blossom into bliss.
Perhaps one must venture through
Hell
Before they can reach
Heaven.

Perhaps I’ll find you soon.

Until then,
I’ll soak myself in sweet reverie,
Watching the sun set,
And the night drape itself over the sky,
Like a curtain covering a stage,
Signaling the end of this act
Of my life,
And the start of something new;
Together with you.

It will be during moments like these,
In the shadow of the starlight,
When you’ll look me at endearingly
As I tenderly touch your cheek,
And pull you close to me,
When I will realize
The wait was worth it.

AB Apr 2016

Cyber Romeo

Hooray! You finally grew a backbone
And let your feelings of love for a girl be known.
Now, while waiting for a dilatory reply,
The hours are slowly trickling by.
Ardently, you emulate Romeo,
Accentuating your feelings of wistful woe.
The world around you stands still
While you pluck petals from a daffodil.
“She loves me, she loves me not,” you say,
“But I will always love her, come what may.”
The words dribble sweetly off of your lips,
Only to melt at your trembling fingertips.
In an attempt to soothe your worrisome pain,
You decide to message her once again.
But after you turn on your phone and swipe to her photo,
You read with horror…“message seen 6 hours ago.”

AB Apr 2016

Power in My Fingertip (Invisible Teen)

I’ve got a power in my fingertip.
****! I can disappear whenever I please.
All I have to do is to snap and strip,
Then I can travel anywhere with ease.

Invisibility can be quite fun.
In a way, I am a real life ghost.
I bet I could really mess with someone.
If they made me mad, trust me; they’d be toast.

My friends want me to exploit my powers.
“Hey Brad, why don’t you try stealing a car,
Or go spy on the girls in the showers?”
But I know that would be going too far.

I use my skill in a different way.
Sometimes, I’m randomly “absent” from class.
And just like that, I’m free for the day,
Relaxing in the park; just me and the grass.

Ever ridden a bus naked before?
I have, but nobody ever saw me.
Ever wanted to get out a chore?
I snap my fingers and ****! I am free.

Alright, you’ve heard enough of my bragging.
It gets kinda lonely being unseen.
To be honest, my morale is sagging.
I am the only invisible teen.

I dream that I’m not the only one.
If there were more out there, how would I know?
But then again, there are probably none.
Well, who knows? Maybe one day they will show.

AB Apr 2016

Shadows of Yesterday

Every so often,
When I find myself in peaceful solitude,
I face my looking glass in reverie,
Reflecting on my past,
Contemplating my future.
All is tranquil.

Then the clock strikes midnight,
Rendering apparitions from their slumber.
They effuse benignly from the darkness,
Only to pounce on my limpid mind,
Stupefying me with shadows of yesterday.

They transport me back into lonely squalor,
Encapsulating me in an arid existence.
Here I battle neglect,
From both myself and others.
Torment bubbles within me,
And like Hamlet,
I cry for the agony to melt me,
Eradicate my soul,
And reduce me to air.

But before I slide to the point of no return,
Hope pries its way within despair’s rigid gasp,
Releasing me from my trance.
The clock strikes again,
And I’m relieved to find morning
Peeking through my window.
The shadows recoil in sight of the light,
And all is calm once again.

I forget where I’ve been,
And remember where I’m going.
The sheen of tomorrow beckons me onward.
And all the while,
I hold my looking glass close to me;
A constant reminder that I’m a survivor.

AB Apr 2016

Cupid's Toy

Blighted by loneliness,
And a rankling in my heart,
I earnestly sought ways to attain love,
Soliciting the advice of a sagacious spirit.

Cupid,
A clever charlatan,
Speciously deceived me into believing
He possessed these secrets.

“Be bold,” he giggled,
Releasing his grip on his bowstring.
An arrow pierced me in the chest,
Rendering jubilation in my heart.

Blinded by the prospect of emotional opulence,
I approached my love,
And let my feelings flood from within me.
Depicting me to be desperate,
She fled,
Reprimanding my imprudence.

Cupid,
Feeding on my dejection,
Continued his machination,
Reciting to me yet another sophist claim.

“Be nonchalant,” he giggled,
Coaxing me to woo another.
My courage swelled,
And I obeyed fervently.

Circumspect and unconcerned,
I withheld my feelings to my love,
Hoping to avoid yet another debacle.
But the more I waited,
The more my love’s patience faded,
And her teetering feelings receded.

Realizing Cupid’s skulduggery,
I cursed him in animosity,
Clinched my fists and abandoned him.
Alas, it was to no avail.
I could not escape his arrows.

In that moment, I finally understood;
I was nothing more than Cupid's toy;
Nothing more than a source of amusement.

AB Apr 2016

I Wish I Were In Colorado

God, I wish I were in Colorado
Driving down a dusty rural highway,
Beholding colossal mountains
Emerging from the horizon,
And feeling the sunlight around me
Gradually turn into snow.

There, the air befuddles the mind,
Diverting thoughts,
Altering time.
The mountains form a fortress,
Serving as a refuge to lonely travelers;
A sanctuary of serenity;
A place where spirits soar with the eagles,
Dance in the crisp, motherly breeze,
And meditate in the dense forest.
Tension dissipates,
Gratification is gained,
And convalescence commences.

God, I wish I were in Colorado.

AB Apr 2016

Humdrum Afternoons

I face the wall solemnly,
Hoping to hinder the
Perpetual stream of humdrum afternoons.
Sunlight sidles through curtain cracks,
Only to be shredded by the dark,
Gloom-encrusted walls.

I am confined to my dreary room,
Deprived of liveliness,
Bound to insipid repetition.
Time moves ever so quickly,
Yet my life is standing still.
Deadlocked in stalemate.

Though my senses function adequately,
My heart beats factitiously.
How ironic it is to be alive,
But not to be living.

I yearn to possess merriment,
Yet I sit idly alone
As a component of a drab,
Recurring cycle.