"Invisible"

There are people who wish they weren't the center of attention; the sore thumb that sticks out, or the odd one out. They wish they'd just blend it, another part of a jigsaw puzzle to this world that fits in perfectly. 

They wish they were invisible. 

But there are other people who wake up every day, and having people pass by them as if they weren't there. They are the dust under the bed that no one ever bothered to clean up, that new hairstyle no one notices, the key that just never seems to fit quite through the key hole. 

They wish they were not invisible. 

"Invisible" by Skylar Grey is a song that just barely brushes this belief, this idea. I think it's a suitable title for this poem I wrote, because it's like everyone judges by our cover, and never the true inner self. 

I hope you like it. 

Painted portraits of perfection

Precious china cups with swirls

Playful dolls with their shiny complexion

Pristine and flawless teeth like pearls

Purest cobalt in its purest form

Pleasant day – no storms to detect

Peerless smiles true and warm

Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Happy giggles clear and loud

Humorous jokes so hard to resist

Healthy lives unaffected and proud

Hearty meals that always persists

Healing scars and curing wounds

Hearing something rather snappy -

Harps stringing golden tunes

Happy, happy, happy.

Reality is not so much splendid

Reaching for the unreal goal

Really, this just has to be ended

Ready or not? This will take its toll

Ruby roses brimming with thorns

Rough makeup hiding actuality

Revealing all those ugly horns

Reality, reality, reality.

Feelings boil in angry rage

Fingers twitch and clench

Fear escapes its lonely cage

Forget that happy stench

Finally these chains are released

Faithful? No, it’s nowhere near

Flawless perfection has decreased

Fear, fear, fear.

Somber soul seeps with pain

Screeching that helpless cry

Sufferings leaving sorry stains

Supposing to finally die

Snakes attacking at its prey

Saying what we never had

Singing angels dull and grey

Sad, sad, sad.

Learning to get a grip

Lone wolf strides all alone

Leaving all those battleships

Lying screams all in a moan

Leeches sucking what is life

Loving care…oh! If only!

Leaden soul causes a strife-

Lonely, lonely, lonely.

Tripping over tricky stones

Tired of being wrongly used

Terrified to the marrow of bones

Tearful faces all abused

Teaching what is wrong from right

Tedious talks gets one inspired

Tattling tales leads to a fight

Tired, tired, tired.

Enigmas eventually so well grasped

Eggs violently cracked and whipped

Every face is now all masked

Each second so very flipped

Efforts to stop this silliness

Eager but answered with rebuff

Eerie cackles so pitiless

Enough. Enough. ENOUGH!

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Break Even

Yes, I can bet you that we've all heard the song "Break Even" by the Script. And I can bet you again that we've all broken something - glass cups, porcelain dolls, plates, hearts - and sometimes you just can't fix it.

This is a poem that I wrote, in which this particular idea struck inspiration for me. I hope you enjoy it.

Today I bought a lovely jar

Wonderful colors in a mix

But I dropped the jar, somewhere far

There are some things that you can’t fix.

Today I got some fresh new eggs

Counted in total, there were six

Then I happened to drop them next

There are some things that you can’t fix.

Today I received wine glasses

From the sky fell several bricks

Wine glasses now different masses

There are some things that you can’t fix.

Today I brought a new snow globe

Down it went with several kicks

Shatters in gleaming light like strobes

There are some things that you can’t fix.

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First things first

Think back to your first memory. 

A whiz of colour, a particular scent that triggers memories, or sounds that might mean something to you. A particular feel of some surface - smooth, rough, or liquid - might be associated with something from the past. 

First steps. First word. First friend. First crush. First friendship crisis. First dance. First prom. 

For me, this is my first post. 

For every beginning, there is an end. But for every end, there are countless beginnings. So make the most of what you have, try to unlock every door to find out what is on the other side, or if not, try to find the key to that door. 

This poem is dedicated to something that I care about; something that I feel strongly about. I hope you enjoy it. 

Your iridescent gold surface shines in the light,

Feeding our eyes with pleasure and delight

Whilst your strings sleek, strong and smooth

Fills our ears with sounds that soothe.

Your magnificent scroll carved with care,

That delicate craftsmanship ever so rare!

You’re a faithful companion: a partner, a friend

There’s no reason for me to pretend.

You’re worth more than diamonds and gold:

And trust me: that’s a truth told!

How I ever deserved you I don’t know,

Why oh why did my fingers ever let go?

Your last song sung was sad and solemn,

Black and white like a newspaper column.

Flakes of rosin – a coating of snow

Sprinkled from the hairs of my bow.

Your sisters and your brothers –

The double bass, viola and all the others

Will have the memory of you,

Everything you’ve gone through.

Alas I see you lying down,

Your surface still a gorgeous golden brown

Your scroll dismantled – a scar from your fall

You try ever so hard to make a call

But you cannot for your strings

Like all of your other things

Have been broken – maimed

I myself am so very ashamed

How could I ever let this happen?

Why does it end like this?

But now I finally know

That it was your time to go.

♩