Tehur's Poetry

No Return

We had our time
We said good-bye,
We left each other falling apart.
We moved on and forgot,
All that had happened, all we had learned.
You made me laugh, you made me smile, made me feel like a fairy flower.
Like an ocean crashing on a body you made me feel like a new love story.
Cared for me, wanted me,
Held me when in agony, but left me,
Somewhere in between to be somebody else's property.
And now, and now
There is no return, I am some other man's tune.

Thoughts:

Thoughts in a maze
Thoughts confused in silence.
I am blue
I am yellow
I am pink
I am green
I am a halepino pepper
There ain't no bottom
Emmylou Harris:P

I hear:

I hear the birds chirping
I hear the flies buzz
I hear the soft breeze passing above, near the sky.
I hear my heart beating, the rhythm of sadness,
Of having to leave such beauty,
i have learned to love.
I hear the voices in my mind, having conflictous thoughts and fights.
My heart beats to the melody, my mind only plays harmony.And so I sigh!
Why is listening to self so difficult, in the midst of this peace?
Why is a war happening within me when all around me is bliss?

Alive(this one is still a rough draft)

How alive am I willing to be everyday?


How alive am I willing to be for you?
How alive am I willing to be today?
How alive am I willing to be to follow my dreams?
How alive am I willing to be, when everyone around me is dead??????

This one does not have a name:

I see the children play, I hear their laughter.
Card games, pranks, badmitton, sun bathing.
I see the Mountain Of God, right in front of my eyes and imagine how heaven shall look one day, just maybe with the sea nearby.
I smell the smell of the earth.
So clean, so pure, so alive.
Like I could actually ask anything and get an answer from it.
Even the flies have a part in this theater that's my life.
Oh the smell of the earth is the smell I wish my soul had. The sweet smell of life!!!!


So this is a scoop of my poetry, I ad not touched it in years, they are so not good at all, but they were my start or restart. I love how alive poetry makes me feel, how my feelings actually come to life. They are work in progress.