Have you ever felt you mastered something?
I felt I've mastered writing poems that does not apply to any of the rules I never research. :P As well as not sharing them, just because...
Today you're lucky. I'm sharing one I've done a few more edits on. I hope it meant something or I just succeeded by sharing the century's poem of mystery. Please don't laugh, but suggest edits. :)
On a night as portrayed, after much scrolling on the www I felt like I have to write something. It's always soothing. Writing that is.
3 am Coffee
I woke with a start, body empty and cold
from slumber depths I transpired
by a chill in the breeze blown over in a gust
Tis a message from thundering clouds
Awaken, rain's coming
I got up but lingered
Held prisoner by the deceiving hammock
not a chirping, a crowing or a movement of any soul
I found myself up again at the lonely hour
feet on the ground, but it's only 3 o'clock
little leaves dry and light
fallen away from its mother tree
Stopped and scurried past my feet
tumbling and free
what good is a free leaf
but sustenance to well being and growth
all of which has none for it therein
it'll soon be soil if not burned up in flames
blown and tossed as signs of life receded from sight
that's all there is to it at this point
as written in the law of nature
and as the story of life
there's never been any other way
Hold tight, the emptiness echoed
beckoning awareness to its presence...
either would tell the same tale
There it is or there it is not
But one thing for sure
It still is
as raw and threatening
as it was from day one
I'll not be friends
with this emptiness no matter
It'll linger as always
and sing laments of sorrow
it'll chant to helplessness
my pain, the life of its words
Silence is deafening
Thus it's 3 am o'clock
Sleep's nowhere to be found
yet day is just a break away
Made coffee and warmed my face
by a comforting cup of steam held in place
for a sip that did not occur
eyes now wet and sore
throat dry and obstructed
i stared blankly at trendy drama
splayed for all to see on pages of the face
seen only on screen and not elsewhere
enabling the portrayal of falsehood
and the demise of forever brother hood
for what was once and should've been only matters of the heart
has become entertainment as of late
and the laughingstock of the century
I mourn the loss of true happiness and privacy
wisdom, integrity, innocence, depths and genuine heartfelt emotions
all up in flames just like that
Cup's now empty and cold
Coffee's wearing off
I should sleep, sleep I should
or should I now? I thought
Seeing the light of dawn creeping up from east,
Just a few winks oughta make a difference
but before I do just that
I'm blowing a kiss
Penny my love
I hope you're smiling in your sleep <3
ps: I've inserted breaks, but they're not showing after I hit submit. Sorry for the painful read. :(
Its an continual process whereby with our evolving consciousness's meritoriousness, we can muster the sum of our thinking in a more well defined manner.
Meaning that even if we consider having mastered something, there will always be that penchant yearning to further expand the scope of our aspirations competencies.
That's how its been orientated that we have well enshrined within us that deep desire/yearning to be able to consistently fulfill instead of merely filling.
This fulfillment is what will essentially provide us ever greater satisfaction for it will keep on making us realize precisely the essence of the unique dimensionalities that remain to be further ever ingeniously explored.
When I was seven, I taught myself to type fairly quickly because I hated not being the best by a mile at the typing course in school. I was moderately confident I was the best typist in the world for nearly a decade-I didn't really talk about it, y'know, just carried a secret sense of exceptional skill.
At best, I'm slightly above average at typing. I have a nefarious and subtle superiority complex, and I live in constant concern that I've failed to tag a delusion before I interact with someone.
Balancing that worry with a healthy amount of self-esteem is...a puzzle.
Hopefully I master the middle ground at some point.