Poems I wrote at 2 am

Once Upon A Childish Love 

​I loved you. Loved. Loved. Loved. 

It shouldn't have become something of the past. 

But I was young. Young. Young. Young. 

Nobody believed me when I said it would last. 

       Once upon a childish love

       Once upon a naive tale 

       Our bodies were light

       Our hearts were frail. 

       Now, we are hardened. 

       Our songs are stale. 

       Our love is broken

       Our happy ending failed. 

Society was right. 

Yet, our love was great

Our love was wild and untamed. 

Our love outgrew us. 

The flow of time is to blame. 

                           ✒✒✒

             

Solitude Is My Song. 

 

I see vapours of melodies evaporating from the drummings of my own heart

      Totally in sync with the breeze

With the wind that sings me to sleep. 

     I see this music as I see being alone 

as an art. 

Melodies unheard of because no one is there, 

           These shy symphonies that only I can hear 

 Paint the paintings of a poster child prodigy:

          The extravagance of being in my own company... 

                            ✒✒✒

  I've Fallen In Love With Repetition. 

 I've fallen in love with this repetition, 

This pattern I see. 

Like planets in their orbits

Revolving around transversely, 

Stars cluster to form a constellation,

Constellations into a sparkling galaxy, 

Just full of things I wish to see. 

Like lines that form boxes and shapes, 

Like lines that split the sky and the earth. 

Like edges that give life its dimensions, 

Like how complex life is just once dirt.

I've fallen in love with the patterns of time

We all have time but no one can say 'It is mine" 

Hours are just minutes, minutes are just seconds, 

We can count our existence by the clock's hands, 

It's still strange how every second makes us older

And every step gets us farther, 

Motion and time as abstract as fiction

Yet, there is pattern in every movement. 

 I see patterns in the way of life and death. 

We each get what we can get

We can't hold on to life or to anyone, 

They'll go away when their time is done. 

The wind will push and the rain will pull

We can't have full lives but our lives can be full.

I've fallen in love with this pattern, repetition and break down

Through which I see and understand the things surrounding;

 For I can repeat history in my mind, 

I can break down events and time

And learn these patterns for myself

Then I'll see even history repeats itself.

So, life is chaotic

But there's a certain comfort 

That life can be poetic

A rhythm of healing and hurt. 

Perpetuity is not my friend

One day, the cycle will end. 

The howling wind calls

There's meaning in life afterall. 

                      ✒✒✒