Blissful Sonnet

Suck the marrow out of life
Implores Dead Poet’s Society
So leave me now, strife
I don’t need your loyalty
 
To be a ‘Yes, Man!’
Like that crazy Jim Carrey
Good-bye, then, plan!
It will work out, maybe
 
La vita e bella
The Italians say so
Thus, smile, young fella
To worries, let go
 
What a happy day!
YOLO away!
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Cold

spiral

I can’t feel my fingers
All I see is white
It’s been a year since the sky exploded with ice
They warned
We didn’t listen
Then everything went downhill
 
I can’t feel my fingers
All I see is white
The world was gripped with terror
Chaos
Nobody knew what to do
Then everything went downhill
 
I can’t feel my fingers
All I see is white
People died
Animals died
Plants died
The earth died
Then everything went downhill
 
I can’t feel my fingers
All I see is white
I’m alone
I don’t know if others survived
God, I’m hungry!
Everything’s going downhill
 
I can’t feel my fingers
All I see is white
Excruciatingly starving
Looking at my hands
Drooling
Everything’s gone downhill
*Inspired by the movie, Snowpiercer and Stephen King’s short story, Survivor Type.

Stage

The audience roars, and cheers, and applauds,
And even gives a standing ovation
I bask in that sweet glory of success
For I gave life to a character,
Bared my heart and soul,
Performed my best despite imperfection
I shudder at acrid moments
Of voice cracking,
And forgotten lines,
And messed up blocking
But the show must go on as they always do
The tension and drama behind the scenes
The divas being divas
The rehearsal blues
You practice, and practice, and practice some more
All spicing up the total experience
Music swelling
Spotlight dimming
Curtains closing
Head to the exit
Bittersweet goodbye

The Recluse

Solitude is his constant companion
Minding his own business
Absorbed in peaceful reverie
The wall a quiet witness
 
Though living with others
They barely speak
The roommate is but a ghost
Companionship is bleak
 
Completely independent
Alone but not lonely
Yet on some days he wonders
Is he being a phony?
 
For some kind of connection
He seeks for other souls
But they all rush along
Chasing futile goals
 
And so he went back to himself
It’s better this way
He might be on his own
And that’s okay

Wanderlust

Colors, smells, tastes – intoxicating
Expose me to the bowels of the unfamiliar
Let me embrace the nuances of the peculiar
 
My itching feet are waiting
Bring me to places yet unseen
To the wild and the serene
 
As I get lost in the moment
In an instant’s lingering scent
I commune with people and nature
And is hypnotized by its allure
I pay homage to its revelations
Of life’s reverberations