ACTIVITY: Write a triolet.

An eight-line form that follows the following arrangement:

A (1ST line)
B (2ND line)
a (last word of this line RHYMES w/ last word of 1ST line)
A (repeat 1ST line)
a (last word of this line RHYMES w/ last word of 1ST line)
b (last word of this line RHYMES w/ last word of 2ND line)
A (repeat 1ST line)
B (repeat 2ND line

I strained toward susurrations true

I strained toward susurrations true
to learn the language of the wind
from trees, lessons greenly grew.
I strained for susurrations true
to heaven, tuned, a music so blue
we felt we had sinned.
I strained for susurrations true
to learn the language of the wind

The Reality of Earth

Another week passes by and the moon moves closer

By the end of the month we destroy this Earth

after all the heartache the Earth turns cold

As the ecosystems die 

a new wave of death arrives destroying human kind

by wiling our minds into believing he's right

A second wave of sadness rewires and we start to believe again

Behold we now hold the power of time

black & white

And so it goes
Before my eyes
aligning death with my spine
And so it goes
along the lines of two lives intertwined
breaking mold into lucid tides
And so it goes
Before my eyes

Triolet about tea

If it were up to me
I'd start today anew
I'd drink a cup of tea
If it were up to me
I'd make us sit and be
I'd pour a cup for you
If it were up to me
I'd start today anew

Lone

Lone

Sometimes I want to see the world in deep, but I end up falling asleep 

Into the marvelous Island of grief, a place in which I can be me

I dream of being alone so I wake up every day

The only time I sleep is when my body's telling me no more

I crave acceptance yet I can't accept myself

I strive for perfection but perfection has only gotten me mad

I work for life yet I am not living one

I love my life, however, my life has never loved me

Just as my love for you that you wouldn't accept

Loving myself is just an Island away 

Surrounded by stars and oceans alike I wait for the time when I feel alive

Bird

Sore I soar through sky on empty
dropping tears on people plenty
rain they called it from way down
wailing above
they hear no sound
bird oh bird come by with clarity
sing a song then let go of gravity
I'll feast on your flesh and tuck your bones aside
come out birdy no need to hide
said the Oscar with a gleeful grin
bird thought they sought no sin
flew away to unknown land
swam through seas and traveled through sands
flying with a set of hands
carried feathers gracefully
but do you care oh honey bird
do you understand my words
with a small head and no words back
you'll go and leave me here all black
fly away useless coward
you're lucky I have no superpowers
envy the stretch of your wings
next time maybe i'll make it sting
bird look away for much to see
feathers perked up
plucked them recklessly
danced along to the thunder song
and sky close where birds belong
gleaming lookers smile at clouds
careful bird no looking down
tension pulls your ribs towards earth's core
volcanic eruption are in store
bird fly with sea sick
tripped down by small twig
onto the ground the loud sound
being chased by running hound
fly with a broken ticker
go back home blood is thicker
nest empty and eggs cracked
bird wishes they never came back
weakened by the hard fall
but most of all
the broken bird heart broke further
no nest, no eggs
only smell of bloody murder

I Confess...

The dark spots beneath my eyes
                   where all my trouble from last night
                                                                              lied.
                                            a little sympathy needed
                                                    when feelings are not reciprocated
                                                           faith is my solution
                                                           hope is my devotion
                                                                   thoughts are aggravated
                                                                        moving my hands in agitation
                                                                             I seek treatment for my dark spot
                                                                                 I seek help when I'm in need
                                                                                    or at least I wanted to
                                                                                         erase my insecurities
                                                                                            the dark spot where my soul leaped
                                                                                               when I once agreed with the criticism
                                                                                                     my fear of speaking
                                                                                                                    my cynicism
                                                                                                 I left you finally
                                                                            but you still visit me in sleep

The Black Hole

The Black Hole

Our earth and us

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The dark stars above hide a dark spot with love

The last place I want to be is in a hole with no return

A place so black, a person disappears in with no air

A land of no lands and a universe with no care

It just feels like open air

A shape of darkness and a horizon so oblate

A star is bamboozled right into its lifeless state of being

Similar to a child neglected by their parents and forced into sadness and nothingness

Many stars shine bright but as soon as they are in their brightest state they get sucked into what is despair and sorrow.

The Black Hole is a being with no life nor moral conduct making it the perfect human in a non livable location as earth is to humans.

Dark spot

This dark spot 

Is like chocolate cake 

Baked with apple pieces soft 

as motherly breast

After prolonged 

presence 

In the moderately hot 

oven

Their unsweetened whiteness would ooze gently 

Into the moist darkness of the black slice on my plate

I never liked my mother's chocolate cake with apple 

Was much in favour of her 

apple 

pie

Plain and golden 

with crumble on top

It came without the ominous chocolate darkness 

It was hopeful 

and light 

young

unending in its delicious assault on my taste buds

I thought it would last forever

The golden apple pie

I've eaten my piece 

and all the pieces 

That came after the first one 

until the pie was finished

Now I'm baking my mother's chocolate cake with apple

Getting used to 

This dark spot 

of

Chocolate

without

 

dark spots are guaranteed to work

to make          dark spots
commonly appear          in middle age
of past sun          in dark and light patches
you need to know          uneven hate
or vortex          glass in the dark spot
appeared in the clouds          oceans
in the children's book          fade away
look radiant          by specks
grapefruit sun rose          sometimes concealing
existing          a lot of reasons
to minimize          the best glow

freckle

Come what may

Light or dark

Welcome you with open arms

A lenient master

Slave to my cave

The dark spot where we shall lay

Carved into me

Transparent words I couldn’t say

A million bricks across these walls

Enough to try and run away

Shaping every ounce of you

Into the tunnel where you play

Darker bruises

Darker shapes

Darkened spots of you show age

Must’ve torn out each page

Of a holy book you’ve read with rage

Wash and pray your sins away

The spots will rot and you’ll decay

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