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Just because I’m awake doesn’t mean I can’t dream.

  • Collect- poem

    Like many others have done before
    I walked my road and to life I swore
    I’d leave behind pieces of myself
    On my way, on my path or else
    I wouldn’t find my way back again

    It’s a tough journey towards something
    When you don’t know what is coming
    Your way to scare and haunt you
    And the only thing you can think to do
    Is keep the pace up and hope that keeps your fears at bay

    I struggled to read torn and faded maps
    Faintly showing me safety and traps
    That lay ahead of me and threatened me
    To make a wrong move and slowly
    Inch towards the inevitable end that we dare to obey

    I always know I’m being watched, tracked
    Every step I take is a choice, be defended or attacked
    I’m losing myself with every passing second
    Losing my bearings, losing my sanity and
    Descending into the darkness humans were told to stay away from

    Will I be able to collect the pieces I shed
    Or will everything be no more and dead
    Once I retrace my steps and decide to go
    Back where I started and will I know
    Who I was, who I am, and who I want to be, or will all be lost?

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/lu15z1m_KfM

  • Embrace

    Before us lies an opportunity for new beginnings. A chance to let go, and hold on to new things. A reminder that change is constant, and the most we can do is embrace every step it takes.

    Everything is blurry, we don’t know what will happen tomorrow. But we know we have a choice. We can either keep wondering, keep predicting, keep regretting. Or we can embrace the present and agree to ride the gushing rivers with life.

    Sometimes, you will have reason to slow down. To stay fallen, to wallow, to lie back. It won’t be easy to get back up. Every inch of you will want to remain where you are and not try. But at those times, remember that you are human. We are all imperfect in our own ways. Embrace your falling down, and use that to get back up again.

    As you take your steps and inaugurate this beginning, embrace the novelty of this experience. Embrace this chance. Embrace your life, and move forward.

    Written by
    Milomi

  • Laughter- poem

    It’s been a long time

    Since I laughed this loudly and openly

    Unafraid of anything

    Being able to enjoy every moment of my joy

    Without being distracted and called to do something else

    My tears are tears of joy

    My over-enthusiastic voice is for my excitement

    My bursting heart

    My flowing self

    Are those of happiness

    It’s not easy

    To dig out of life

    And give way to this new life

    That was always there

    But never appreciated

    Like the ivy that creeps up the walls

    Unnoticed and uncared for

    But when we raise our heads

    From the grass

    Do we see the ivy

    And it’s beauty

    And now we believe we can see

    So let this

    Get us to see more

    And maybe we’ll dig out of this new life

    And be greeted by one

    Even more spectacular.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Explain- poem

    There are some things I cannot explain
    Why my mind, why my brain
    Why the world, and why to me
    The questions go on
    Asking me and only me
    Confusing me and draining me of words
    Ideas that override letters
    That cannot be expressed
    For worse or better
    But are rather preserved unsaid
    Hanging in the air
    Meant to be understood
    And they should
    Or else these wouldn’t be good
    I’m grasping on to the last shreds
    Of sense in myself
    Searching for someone I used to be
    But now that’s not me
    The me is speechless
    Freaking out
    Wondering what will happen one day
    And it shouldn’t
    But what if it may
    When there are no words left
    To shout out
    Only air to fuel me
    Nature to nourish me
    Insanity to keep me from dying.

    Written by
    Milomi.


  • Blocks

    We all start life with a bunch of building blocks. Every day we put one block on top of the other, and watch it become a larger structure. It has always been like that. Pick up a block, and place it. It was time-consuming, but consumed you. Some people would end up with whole towns, while others still struggle to balance blocks.

    We are all proud of whatever we’ve made with our blocks. But sometimes a storm finds its way to our small village of blocks. We think our town will withstand the wind and rain and harsh weather. We stand by it and defend it, and do whatever we can to keep it in shape.

    However, nature has its own very nature. It breaks down your cities and buildings which you spent years perfecting. It shatters your dreams and hopes and leaves you in the left over rabble of your city.

    Some people decide to stop dreaming. They decide to move on the hard way. To let go of all beliefs, dreams and hopes because they believe nothing has a purpose anymore. And nor do they.

    Some people will mourn their lost cities and slowly start picking up blocks and rebuilding. They know it is painful, and might not be entirely fruitful, but they still cling on to some hope that everything will be alright. They know they are responsible for their life and they gradually start shaping up a better town.

    It’s tough to gather up blocks and look at something you made, broken. Something dear to you, something that was precious, something that you loved.

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Lie Down- poem

    Do you ever lie down
    And do nothing
    Tune out the noise around you
    The ticking of time
    The traffic
    The constant conversation, both
    In the back of your head
    And going on outside.

    And let everything go
    Forget about your worries
    And the huge pile of problems
    Waiting for you at the other end of reality.

    Forget about yourself
    And everyone you know
    And bask in the moment

    To stare longingly
    At the sky that is endless
    At the clouds that morph into different figments of your imagination
    At the stars that illuminate your heart
    To forget about the world
    And just be.

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/L95xDkSSuWw

  • Dazed

    There are times when you feel like there is too much. Too much to do, to experience, and not much of time. Millions of things are dumped on us, and we are expected to sift through everything.

    We feel like we’re slowly drowning and the water is pushing us down. It’s overwhelming, and we gasp and try to resurface. But it seems like the world is against us. And wants us to keep on drowning.

    It’s too much to take in at once. Too much of chaos, and havoc, and words. Beyond a point, everything starts crashing upon you. Like it all wants to crush you to pieces and nothing can stop it from doing so.

    We can barely stand up, but we are afraid of sitting. If we stop standing, we won’t be able to get up. We fight and do our best. Sometimes, we realize that letting everything go makes it a whole lot easier. Once we let go, we restart. We get another chance, a clearer path.

    Written by
    Milomi

  • Volcano- poem

    My mind is a volcano.
    My thoughts are lava: bubbling and brewing,
    Gnawing away at patience,
    Inviting the inevitable eruption.

    The volcano never sleeps because
    It keeps plotting away
    After all, fire rests for no one.
    It lives purely in the knowledge of its destruction,
    Over and over again.

    Maybe sometimes this terrible hill senses its blooming death.

    And the magma is raging
    And pushing through the throat
    And slowly throwing up this
    Hot, burning, lava.
    This chaos.

    Mania takes its time to calm.
    But intends on wrecking havoc,
    Sparing no mercy for imagination.

    It rumbles down and about
    Worrying thoughts
    If they shall be able to push this through
    And survive
    Or will they, like many before,
    Lie crumpled, ashen, grubby, and dead?

    Can everything live after this?
    Can everything mend itself
    And go back to what it was before?

    Can everything withstand this
    Again?

    Written by
    Milomi.

    Image source: https://unsplash.com/photos/BvI2MKKCTZ4

  • Spin- poem

    I’m standing in the middle

    Of everything

    Wondering why I can’t move

    In either direction

    But the world is moving

    Threatening to topple off

    And leave me drowning

    In the midst of everything

    With nothing to hang onto

    And a ticket to darkness.

    My head is paining

    And I’m afraid it will burst

    And reveal my true colours

    But hopefully the spinning saves me

    For once

    And allows me to conceal who I am

    Written by

    Milomi.

  • Soldier – poem

    I’m not weak

    I survived the war

    I got myself shot in the shoulder

    And saw my comrades die

    In front on my eyes

    I stood by crying families

    And consoled them

    Feeling myself drown in shame

    For not being able to save them

    Don’t call me delicate

    Because I don’t break easily

    I’ve been beaten up

    And battered up

    And fallen down innumerable times

    But I don’t break easily

    I won’t break easily

    I wake up every day

    To avenge the dead

    I turn my grief into anger

    And put myself in the line of danger

    For I don’t know if I’ll be able to forgive myself

    For the countless deaths

    I’ve caused

    Don’t call me feeble

    Because the monster inside of me

    Is raging at your every word

    Your every attempt

    To belittle me

    I’m the storm who hurls chaos

    At her enemies

    And unleashes her true colours

    If provoked

    Don’t call me weak

    Because I am a force of nature

    And I can bring you down

    Without sparing any mercy

    On you.

    Written by

    Milomi.