poetry

Hope.

Our Bond

Is intertwined

our fingers weaved within each other’s

palm’s exchanging the energy of one another

And these hands

extend across

the universe

across

the barriers

while our faces can never meet

each other.

 

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Breathe

Why is it that every inch of my body twitches to smile at the mirror?

Why does my face frown?

Why do my eyes envision that which the world has ordered me to see?

When I know that this is not my true capability?

Why can’t I believe?

Why do I need someone else to empower me?

Why must I regret what I eat and how less I sleep?

Why can’t I enjoy my life fully?

Breathe.

You become what you believe.

Strong.

Your heart and soul filled with nourishing positivity.

Smile

Because your body radiates everlasting beauty.

 

Breathe

Because you become what you believe.

-J

Your eternal beauty.

Here I am

Cribbing about

the small things that have clouded my head with

anger and frustration and

unnecessary panic and lack of

Patience.

There you are

amidst the chaos and unbearable

struggle. Unable to breathe you can hardly achieve

anything. Too many

obstacles.

And yet your heart finds joy in simply seeing me content and

being able to pray and believe and

loving your life so passionately

your face glowing so brightly

I

cannot believe how

ungrateful I’ve been.

-JalataMelon.

 

You.

There’s this

underlying uncertainty of

how my relationship with you should be

if I

don’t know whether your affection is truly for me if

it’s a matter of popularity

then

don’t make me a pawn in your struggle because

I chose to love truly.

-JalataMelon