Poems of Longing and Sadness


These poems were written when I was brooding over life in general. Just for the record, all of them were written when I was still in high school. Nothing remotely relating to college, got it? I realize some of them echo (quite eerily ) stuff that may have happened in my life, but I guess it goes to say that we all can be prophets sometimes. Talks of loving and leaving. Enjoy.

  1. Going Away
  2. Forlorn
  3. Humble Be(e)
  4. Crazy
  5. One Night

Going Away.

Leaving hurts so much
But it is a must for me.
It tears the guts out of me
But it is inescapable for such as me.

Have you ever felt the pelt
Of the unforgiving drops of icy rain?
They you do understand my pain
This pain that rends through my being.

It feels like stepping out in the wilderness
With none save my will and tent.
But naught will dent
My resoluteness to leave my nest.

Pray forgive me for my decision
But always remember this:
The fates have closed in on me
And it is futility to render opposition.

Forlorn.

Is this love?
Love of the fables and the parables?
Love that supposedly uplifts the spirit?
Nay. It is but a lie and a tale.

Love is everlasting.
But he…his love was evanescent.
Like a will o’ the wisp at eventide
Tearing my heart to ribbons lie a hurricane at night.

What is this I see?
My one and only with my arch rival
Is it not enough that he flees?
And leaves the shards of my heart in his wake?

At long last, he has fired the last dart.
My love is off like a hart.
To his newly found flame
Like a drone to his queen bee.

Humble Be(e).

The laughter is gone from my face forever.
Like the will o’ the wisp at eventide,
Fleeting and swift as the swallows in summer
The joy has fled my visage. While I bide
Thee farewell, take care to leave a note,
A warm reminder of those halcyon days
Say hello to hope, spring, and the muses
It shall be a long winter for me in days.
When you leave, my house shall be empty,
Devoid of feeling like the ghosts of the Styx
Even more haunting than the shades of Hades.
The drumbeats swell no more in my breasts,
I hear no sparrows twitter in the morning’s glades.
I see gloomy clouds above my leaking rafters
The harsh eyes of the skies poking through
Stripping, and picking my bones bare, I feel shudders.
The laughter is gone from my face forever.
No playful shield of petals to conceal or hide
The hard, painful, and healing drops of rain.
No dainty parasol or angel to cover or heal
The scars anew from the rays of the sun.
My pretty head is bowed and humbled.

Crazy

Thoughts keep swirling in my head
Flitting aimlessly from place to place
Aching to land on some fertile land
Miserably failing and landing on my mind’s mines.
Milling about like shepherdless sheep,
My thoughts wander, lost and alone.
They search for meaning in their shortlived lives
Bemoaning the fate of predecessors past.
I long to escape from the wild of my mind
I long to bear fruit while in my prime
Is the force of my bulk enough to get me there?
Is the wind ‘neath my feet enough to fly me there?

One Night.

One night, I
Dared death to showdown.
One night, I
Plunged to depths unexplored
Swam in waters most foul and rank
And the world stopped but for one second.
One night, I
Read over my life
Pondered several forking paths
Counted to ten
And turned around.
That same night, I
Cried out for help
Didn’t hear an echo
Gave up the ghost
And got the gift of life.