Without you I’m melodious song playing through the quiet walls of my heart.Without you, I can finally see myself as a better person.Without you I am able to be myself and love it.Without you I am unafraid and undefeated. Because I could not be all these things with you, I choose to stay without you.
Twenty eight more chances Time has gifted. Hourglass turned Sands subtly shifted. So I take a moment and watch the sand shift down the hourglass. Each speck representing the wrinkles on my face writing the narrative of the memories we made. And memories we’re yet to make, A story untold A handful of feelings unresolvedContinue reading “Falling Sands (A poem by Phanuel and Tessie)”
O how quickly the years pass Could we ever write upon them all? Abstraction drawn into word Word delivered to immortal thought Could we ever be indelible? By: Phanuel Ayelum
I wonder what it’s like To live in the present To be fully absorbed by A single moment I often imagine it As a feeling of pure bliss Absolute engagement Devoid of anxiety and stress To let go of the past To stress even less about the future To master both in the present AsContinue reading “Pre-zen-t (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
Fridays feel like sundown. An exhausting- And sometimes exhilarating- Week is over now. Fridays feel like evenings; A drink at the table, A little bit of piano, Fridays can be amazing… By : Phanuel Ayelum
Balance is everything! Some left and an equal amount of rightSome good and some badSome day and some night… Lost and foundSilence and soundBack and forthSouth and north… Live your lifewith an appreciation for black and white.It can’t be all good, and it can’t be all bad either.Allow yourself to experience it all,and then, inContinue reading “Grey (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
The fourth dimension; As science calls it, Is something we’re short of- We wish we could pause it. But that isn’t something- Nature would allow. We just have to work- With the time we have now. A difficult task- Made more challenging- By people woven into our lives, Living like clocks aren’t ticking. Hindering ourContinue reading “To the time wasters (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”