Tritina 2 about bubbly success in the grass

I was lying in the grass

Thinking how to lie about the bubbles

That popped up instead of success

It was not really about success

I thought idly in the grass

But about the fluffy bubbles

The secret lies in the art of blowing bubbles

And that defines my success

As the sparkling ability to lie idly in the grass

As I blow the bubbles of success, the grass reveals its utterly indifferent nature. 

Tritina 1 about Time

Not sure what has happened here today

I hope to know it by tomorrow

I was clearly someone else, altogether, yesterday

As someone else, it was all clear to me yesterday

How has it got so fog-bogged, quagmire-d, unfathomable today?

I hope to penetrate its vague opaque fuzzy promise by tomorrow

Time is on my side and will still be here tomorrow

Something happened on its way from yesterday

As it moved ever so slowly towards today

Here I am, touching on my lifeless yesterday, un-deciphered today and as yet unlived tomorrow

hazarded ! Overthinking on pending

here I go overthinking 

trying to trap springing thoughts is tough

lock them tightly with a key

it's like water is flooding a room while I look for the key

come on it's not that dramatic, I am probably overthinking

you're making it seem tough

it's mentally tough 

you don't need a key

Its normal, I don't have to worry about overthinking

don't make it tough on yourself for overthinking. The key is to allow it to happen.

Alone in Your Concern

You might think you're alone and everybody else is coping just fine.
You might enter a tunnel and not have the guts to exit the other side.
You might look at the sky and wonder why you don't feel great sometime.

Little do you know, you're not alone sometime.
So lift the stone, rise up, start fresh and see the world fine
and ask your soul, why did I pick the dark side.

Remember, god is with you, and you'll be fine.
The more on him you rely, the brighter the other side.
No matter what comfort you plan , you're gonna still suffer sometime.

Bear in mind, for you to see bright sides, you don't always be fine, but sometime.

Evil

You dream terribly. What success
Measures your sacrifice? Bubbles
Of blood stain grass

Where a corpse lies. Grass
Over graves of your success,
Your victim still suspires & bubbles

Appear on parted lips. What bubbles
Beneath the surface? Grass
Eventually dies in this cold tussle with success.

No success at all; bubbles of deliverance, dead grass.

the thought of happiness

the excitement of proudness

the feeling of comfort

his arms are my comfort

his proudness is my happiness

his accomplishments are my proudness 

the sudden feeling of proudness

the idea of feeling comfort 

father, he is my happiness 

ACTIVITY: Write about the Future

Our topic this week is only a theme: write about the future.

Reading the Future

Future is the next word you read. Suddenly.
It's how you feel and then it goes away.

You want more of it but it never comes and then it does
And you wonder where you are when it happens.

You fall into it. It blooms.
We look forward to its completion.

You are older but your smile is the same.
We reach the same moment and make promises.

You bring me the future and we hold hands,
Walking into it together.

You are light.
I follow you out of darkness.

Where did you come from
With your neon engine and heirloom precision?

Another day ends and we dream
Morning will show us something we want.

We read about it and then we are there.
We find ourselves in a story.

The Future

the blindness of the future 

fear of the unknown 

who knows what the future holds?

who knows if you will make it to the future..

who knows if the future is waiting for you.

who cares about the who knows 

lets just live it and be surprised 

surprises are fun and fearless 

the future holds it all for you 

live it.

Red Tape

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Red Tape

It's a dangerous thing
the future.

Especially when big men in big suits
think that they see it.

With their big words and big mouths
passing them off as a suture

for all the other times that
their predictions did not fit.

And they hide, not in fear but in gloat,
behind sharpshooters.

And when someone stands up to speak out
he is payed in bullets and spit.

It's a dangerous thing, but not for them,
the future.

-Dorian. C. Major

Luxurious Journey Ahead

I wanna see the future as an unending journey of joy.

I wanna met people who I would share ice cream with at 4 a.m.
people who would make me forget about my phone whenever I'm around them.

I wanna lay on white bed sheets and red roses with no distractions.
I wanna plant trees that would yield power to me every time I look at.
I wanna publish my own collection of poems with no obligations.

This is me. The extreme free version of me.

Thank God

For waking up that morning sending snap-chats to every friend on my list, saying it's the first day of the semester, thank you.
For seeing mum cooking eggs for me before leaving the house everyday, thank you.
For my dad roasting me over my outfits on our way to school, I guess, thank you.
For catching Noof the first thing in the morning with her warm hugs, thank you.
For watching Magdalena running almost late to class every Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday, thank you.
For receiving calls from my little friend bragging about her grades and how grateful she is for having me to motivate her, thank you.
For seeing Bob Marcacci walking, waving his navy blue bag, and roasting everybody on his way, thank you.
For spending this wonderful semester feeling well near my beloved ones, again, thank you. 

Celebrate

Celebrate as if no yesterday

Happened to you before

Spoiling the after; you may

Light candles and ask for more

Breadcrumbs and doves of peace

Stars, moons, and wisps of air

Crossed paths and blooming trees

With fruits and flowers fair

Celebrate as if no tomorrow

May come and snatch away

The love, the smile; with sorrow

Left in their place to stay

Celebrate as if it is today

The first and last in line

As you look up and pray

For joy that’s yours and mine. 

2018

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2018

The End is where we begin.

Resolutions-

Revolutions.

A revolution of days, months-

The Year.

Where did it go?

Fireworks and brown paper packages

tied up with string.

Somebody's favourite things.

It's the time to be merry and celebrate,

Before we do it all again.

-Dorian. C. Major

Birthday

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Birthday

Another year,
Another milestone.
Another tear-
dried up- gone.

A new beginning,
A new goal.
A new path-
don't fear- be bold.

Forget the past,
Forget it, it's gone.
Forget what won't last-
pointless- have fun.

Another year,
Another milestone.
Another tier-
don't stop- Well done.

-Dorian. C. Major