At least a poem a day in, beginning in Autumn.
“What Do You Want to Do?“
Sudden silence
And I try to find the right answer
Because the options are limitless
The wanting is real
The hopes are fragile
The decision is imminent
I have to edit myself, be realistic
And so I play it safe
And I do want, but I do nothing
“Come Get Me.”
Not a question in word
But a question in deed
Will you or won't you
Follow through
I want you here
With me, so do it
“Are You Ready?”
I am not and yet
I am, no?
I wait and I have already begun.
I hate and I have already loved.
Do your worst, but be gentle with me.
I am, yes.
“Why Do You Make These Choices?”
I am young but once.
I am not thoughtless, reckless.
I will not regret.
“What Else?”
"There is more,"
We think.
We always think.
"How can this be the end?"
We wonder.
We always wonder.
We always expect.
We are always surprised.
We are always human.
“Why?”
You asked, and I was unsure.
For the sake of argument.
For the awakening of wonder.
For feeling.
You asked, and I replied.
For the sake of logic.
For the death of mystery.
For reason.
“How Did You Do It?”
Can you tell the difference?
Do you see the impact?
Your decisions, your actions:
I can tell you've changed,
I see the ripples.
Your encouragement,
My new beginning.
“Why Not?”
Only I can kill my potential:
My future self.
The sharpest knife:
My own doubt.
I hesitate:
And cut myself the deepest.
“What’s Wrong?”
Everything
Nothing
It's all in my head, nowhere to be seen
It's all real and in front of me
Nothing
Something
I'm making it all up, delusional
I'm watching it come true, but wishing
Something
Maybe
It's all just me
It's all because of you
“What Is This?”
What does it look like?
Feel like?
Why do you need me
To tell you about your world?
Are you so impressionable?
Swayed by my words.
If I told you it was the ocean
The desert?
Would you see waves, sandy dunes
Instead of the curl of the paper's edge?
“What Do You Believe?”
Things unseen, my heart
Belief is the difference
My soul is still sure
“Do You Remember...?”
Real innocence,
Shared laughter,
Happy dreams:
You speak of these things as if they are gone,
Fled from your life and your thoughts,
Only to return when memories are dredged in such a dreary way...
Are you so far gone that you only sometimes recall the good of the past?
Have you none to expect, to greet in the present?
“What Are You Doing?”
The dark brings magic.
What will you do with tonight?
What about tomorrow?
“What Are the Consequences?”
Choices
Subconscious
Deliberate
Intonation
Connotation
I am my own person
I will not rise to your bait
I will not answer your hate
I will be my own reason
Responses
Purposeful
Accidental
Emotional
Logical
I can be a part
I can be the love
I can rise above
I can be the heart
I can be and I am
The one that breaks
“Did You Open It?”
Joy wants to be shared
Happiness needs a friend
Knowing that somebody cared
The ripples have no end
“Are You Okay?”
Perhaps I will or
Perhaps I cannot ever be
But for now I am
“Which Are You?”
Going back and forth
I will never help anyone
Unless I choose now
“What Did You Just Say?”
You may already know
But you would rather pretend
Rather ignorance
“What Do You Think?”
Do not beg me speak
You do not want my answer
Only your own thoughts
“Is That Real?”
More permanent, more present
More so than you have been
My friend
More feeling, more action
More effort than you willingly gave
To me
More hurt, more confusion
More hope than I have ever had
For us
“What Do I Do?”
Be strong, speak your mind
It's long, the path you find
It's worthy, hold on tight
Don't worry, bring the fight
Fight on, shout and lose
When won, think and chose
Chose love, but also honesty
Rise above, grant both amnesty
Amnesty first, there may be pain
At worst, you will still gain
Be strong, speak your mind
Life's long, leave the past behind
“What Am I Supposed to Do?”
Tell me, so I don’t have to decide
On my own.
Give me direction so I’m no longer
Alone.
“What Do You Put Into the World?”
Release, take it in.
Is it better than before?
When you let it go?
“How Do You Know These Things?”
Life, experience,
In growing up we are forced
To know so much more.
“Did It Work?”
When you first began,
The choices before you, endless
Did you see it, whole?
“How Can I Help You?”
My imagination is worse
The unknown a sea, a desert.
The possibilities endless,
Until you give me direction.
Let me in.
“Are You Safe?”
Tears, once again,
But all I can ask,
All I can hope for,
Is that you are still,
Well and truly still.
Safe and sound.
“Can You...?”
A real hopefulness,
A tremulous thing, and still
There is strength in it.
“Do You Do This Often?”
Is this real to you
Or is it rehearsed, constant
Until you breathe it?
“Did You Get It?”
The understanding,
It comes regardless of want,
You simply wake up.
“Don’t Say It.”
I know it already,
You do not need to speak it.
My soul already heard.
“How Do You Feel?”
Cut me open wide
Examine my thoughts, feelings
They are all for you.
“Are You Willing to Let Go?”
Is the work worth it:
Is it all a waste to you?
Or will you hang on?
“How Can I Help?”
Tell me with your words
The things my actions can do
To bring about change.
“Are You Crying Too?”
My tears, all for you
Because pain echoes along,
Stabs my soul deeply.
“Tell Me You Didn’t?”
Of all the options,
You chose the one against you,
Wishing more for you.
About the Creator
Kiana Lin
“Potentially lovely, perpetually human.”
Christian, wife, mother, creative spirit, avid reader, expanding soul.
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