One bad day; Can ruin countless others- Wreck potential, And leave you in shatters. One bad day; Can obstruct possibility- Hinder progress, And dance with you in mediocrity. One bad day; Can lead you astray- Get you off track, And keep you that way. One bad day; Can toss you deep in a pit- ButContinue reading “One bad day (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Surfaces tell lies; Truth lies in the deep- And depth is not understood, Until one dares to take a leap. By : Phanuel Ayelum.
I stared at it- An empty space Asking for a title, It stared back at my face! A nameless set of words; Awaiting the touch of identity Something I didn’t have Made me question my creativity. And then- It finally came to me, It was cool and composed Catchy and witty. Although it was- ComparativelyContinue reading “The Nameless poem (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Personally; Hot showers feel like sweat They just don’t give me the freshness I desperately intend to get! By : Phanuel Ayelum.
“Live as a poem; In the pages of my life. Spare me the recitals- Live as what you write. Live as a poem; In the fabric of my spacetime. Keep the connection And don’t ruin the rhyme. Let your actions; Speak louder than your poems. Live by what you say to me- Live as myContinue reading “Her Words (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
I had this great idea; For a great blog post. But I forgot to jot it down And now that idea is lost… I need a habit; Of writing my thoughts- My pen will be my companion, One that fits in my coat. But for now; I must wander around my mind Constantly searching- ForContinue reading “The poem that got away (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
I’ve found it immensely difficult- To live in the present. My body may be fixed in this time; Yet my mind serenely wanders past future events! I would love- To spend more time in the “now” Perhaps I’ll do so in the future; But at the moment, I just can’t figure out how. By :Continue reading “Live now? (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
I need a few blocks- To build a fence to block- Any kind of writers block. But the blocks are made of words; Words I have to write- To trick myself to write. Easy peasy. Right? By : Phanuel Ayelum.
Having fallen deep- Into the procrastinators habits, I’ve decided to leave this hole To the rabbits. I’ve awaited inspiration- Long enough. It’s about time I got up And scribbled some stuff. I’ve successfully forced A creativity outburst! When all I wanted to say was Happy September the first!!! By : Phanuel Ayelum.
What am I? I am difficult to build; Yet easily killed, Hard to establish- But can quickly vanish, Patience, is my root And impatience, a poisoned fruit. What am I? Can rise higher than skyscrapers; With fragility that can return me to dust. I don’t suppose this riddle has a better answer Than the wordContinue reading “Riddling Trust (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”