Category: Poem
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Adulting with Burnout
To continue, from something we left behind. To add, to something we have already seen. It only shows me, it is not the same no matter the similarities. To have everything or to feel you have everything. A big lie, we told ourselves. A big plan, with no map. Just an illusion, that It will…
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Words Have Me Hostage
Words That Have me Hostage, is poem written by Calosha. Expressing her back and forth with hope and faith.
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Neither Perfection Nor A Pleaser
Neither Perfection Nor A Pleaser
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I Pray
I pray it rains everytime you are sad so the sun doesn’t take away your fear of feeling the feelings. You wrapped up each time in so many layers, you lost count of your own hiding places. This rain also has been hiding your sadness with no human to hug you, no conversation could compare…
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While I am,
What I learnt is that if something is meant to be, no thunder and no lightning can stop it from displaying. While I say this,I also knowI said “no” many a time, and that stopped a full cycle of pain and misery. While I say this,I read how I need to sufferif I want to…
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Slow Fade
Slow music at the sound of falling waterfall. I keep all the meaning behind water that falls on my face meaningless, only to call it a miracle. Spotless without any water mark by nature. I mostly flew below all these falling waves, most of my life. Now, I walk right through them with the best…
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If I Had To Write.
If I had to, only write about love, I’ll be writing about suffering in silence and dying in horror for enduring, not really speaking up, for love. Is that, what love is for you? Is it, dying in silence? I pray you leave and lock all doors behind those relationships. If I had to only…
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They Said
They said it was okay to be a butterfly in hell, and I rose to the occasion and left them speechless. Moving in the cave with light feet, scared I’ll wake up the dragon within me. Like the way I burnt all bridges that day. Few things can be really underrated, like racism, and so…
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Not really my plans.
All my plans, really not mine, or are they? As soon as they come by, I see why I shouldn’t force any. A dog with a bone, now water that fits into any. All the plans made, not really mine, or are they? All this overthinking, all this wanting the best, not really understanding the…
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Same Fights, Yours And Mine
I am on borrowed time, now catching up to all my good doings. Seven cat lives, with six different fights, fighting at the same time. Who holds my hand is dismissed by many. I can’t debate them, so I live all six lives and fight the same fights they cry about. You see, some things…
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Vengeance that is Not Mine
Keeping track of the track record left behind by all whom I have a tendency to forget, who had a hand in lowering the knife from the back of my heart. Forgiveness was never supposed to be forgetting what was written by my own blood on the walls I had raised out of fear. Now…
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Let’s Get To It
I say, “Let’s get back to it.” How love in life is less about love and more about if they treated you right — and I can say without a doubt, they didn’t. How hope in life is less about enjoying the present and more about worrying about tomorrow. How, in this life that we…
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Destiny can’t be stolen
Empty page on Monday morning, filled with everything — every single error and every failure staring at the soul by Saturday. I say one statement; everything crumbles into laughter. Well, I have taken this beautiful life way too seriously for a beautiful soul. Empty mind after the statement. And it is Monday again — now…
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Present
The sun, piercing through my skin like never before. Maybe the long-awaited year is the reason why. The wind now has the same numbing impact as the cold I had gone to, doesn’t allow me to be depressed. The chaos that I had once left behind, now I can handle better than I ever could.…
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Peace Is a Privilege
You hated yourself so much it became a part of you. You see love for the first time; it feels and looks foreign. So you run away. You self-sabotage. You don’t understand until it’s too late. You take the lesson and write it in your heart—to never run away again, to stand still when self-sabotage…
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Off The Shoulder
I have turned into something that I could never unsee. I feel complete, and now I can’t imagine going back. I do fall and I do stumble. Still, I know I will continue to do so. What changed is that I’ll stumble and fall with a smile on my face. What changed? Even I can’t…
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Floating Boat – Innocence
Remember the paper boat I made in class so I could watch it sail in the stream of water built by the heavy rain, to see shock—just to see it shred. The joy of an innocent mind. Now I am too scared to build anything and even more scared of the heavy rain that might…
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Nothing Beats. Feeling Unsafe
Nothing beats risking what I worked for. The whole year of dedication was about to crash and burn. I pulled the plug before I could get sucked in. I stepped aside before losing my whole future. I chose my safety before choosing how much I cared. I stopped caring to protect my present and my…
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Cinderella In Sheep’s Clothing
I open a new tab on a new year. The empty space feels hopeful. No shade of ink, feels like an ocean with no horizon. I looked at the eyes before I wrote for the last few months; it meant something to me. Now, all I see is Cinderella in sheep’s clothing. This illusion has…
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A Day Before The Last
Second to the last, I close my eyes as the water fills my lungs and I don’t suffer anymore. I breathe beneath this unbreathable, not so unfamiliar space. No longer afraid to be drowned in unwanted grief. A feeling is feeling. What’s not right, I am leaving behind. It doesn’t hurt as much, as I…
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Fragile
Fragile but inner strength that can defeat all outer spaces. Fragile into the eyes of insecure beings, but love that takes away breath. Fragile body with the strongest smile and soul that breaks all borders. Fragile in everything that doesn’t matter, what matters protected in a box labeled, “Fragile”. Humble because fragile, kind because filled…
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one in a million that I feel calm with.
An unknown language calms me, right? Korean has an effect on the soul. Not understanding has me not really paying attention. I could fall asleep playing BTS in the background, with my eyes closed on a pillow in a strange land with strange people whose language I know. Something about strangers makes me calm. Only…
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Darkest Side Of Humanity
I noticed you walked away. My shadow has left me before I could catch up with my emotions that weighed me down. The darkness consumed every phase. If my eyes were the moon, now they are darker than any brown. Almost black eyes with almost black hair, now reaching the darkest side of this humanity…
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My Adiós
I sat across from my worst nightmare, and she spoke with words like maybes and howevers. I don’t remember your face; all I remember is how you spoke. Teaching me how not to speak with anyone for the remainder of my life. Teaching me how not to treat people for the remainder of my life.…
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Cycled Through
I cycled through all my clothes in my closet, and on the last grey sweater, they told me to leave, and I smiled as I stepped outside. Not because they let me go, but because I found my dream and my passion shining even after ten years away from business. I heard her tell me…
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I was told to be there at 10 and not 9.
First, let me reintroduce my intentions to someone on the other side, who I used to be. I have lost a few skins to get where I am right now. Second, let me reintroduce that the first one is still an ongoing process at this very moment. I am celebrating more than I ever did.…
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My Misfortune
This silence before I step into the fifth gear is a relief. Unused potential waiting to shine, and seeing that potential being shut down—two different things that hurt the same way. This silence before I step onto the world’s stage, holding my head up high, is a relief. Unmet goals, and seeing those goals slip…
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December Reminder
December Reminder – Calosha Gomes December reminds me to pack all my memories in the boxes I opened in January. December reminds me to check up on my soul, my year-long battles, and the love I shared. Reminds me to take a look at my cup— and it was empty. This time I gave everything.…
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Poem By Calosha Gomes
Poem by Calosha Gomes This will see the light of the day when this chapter is wrapped tighter than any knot. This will see the light of the day when this chapter is closed completely. This will see the light of the day when I have stepped on the next step. My silence creatively was…
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This Writer
The writer of this story has left the call. Nothing compares to having to stick around when the betrayal hits like this. The writer of this story can barely hold on to what’s left, and that’s not much. Keep telling this writer: what you need is deeper than where the eyes meet. The outer shell…
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Where I Already Know
Poem By Calosha Gomes I write to pick up my fallen confidence, where there is no fallen confidence. I speak to problem solving, where there is no problem. I wake up to carry my own curiosity of living in the present, where being in the present is quite straight forward. I chase the places, where…
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Love And Despise
What I despised, now music to my ears. Sometimes a mix of both, because I could never love anything that much. Not more than my own safety. I could hate and love something. That only shows I love it coming from the right people or good people. Teens scare me in this strange land to…
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It Is Pinned
Poem By Calosha Gomes I pinned all knowledge and now I have everything pinned. Nothing, goes unseen before my eyes. I might observe everything, but I believe there is still more to observe. My quick questions and the answers I have can more than heal. I cry over my own mistakes for sometime, and then…
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Violin Tunes
Poem By Calosha Gomes I hear Violin tunes at every corner of this tunnel I have entered and has me following the same. Now, I believe I am at the end from where I can’t find my way back to what I never liked and don’t know where this tune is taking me next. I…
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Abandoning
Poem By Calosha Gomes The big sigh and the relief soon after we all know what comes after that. Time to run, not me, who ever is around me. Because I am about to let loose ammunition of my Brain in silence and abandoning what was inflicted upon me by myself and others. My smile…
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Forgetting
Poem By Calosha Gomes Every few seconds of understanding, why we are here together. Forgetting, the same thing once we look away. Now, I am staring at my soul constantly and can’t live one more unspoken love story. Every few seconds of understanding, why I am looking into your soul. Forgetting, the same once I…
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More Than Survive
Poem By Calosha Gomes I only have two hands and sometimes wish, I had four. Would help get things done and meet the pace of my own mind. So many things and only two hands, grateful for every minute and every pedestal I was put on, I climbed with my angels. I am moving in…
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We Made It
Poem By Calosha Gomes We all have dreams that go unsaid. I bring out the best in people whose life I walk into. Something I’d always like to keep doing. We all have dreams that go unnoticed. I bring out the bright light in people whose life I walk into. Something I’d always like to…
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Third On Wishlist
Poem By Calosha Gomes We always had a wishlist, I list it down every night. It hasn’t changed much. I have someone to hold hands with on third on this long list, the rest are all dreams. I am a fixer, with potential and I drive people crazy just by existing. We always had a…
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I Dropped
Poem By Calosha Gomes I dropped everything, even me, just to build my empire. You are stepping, into the era of a broken mirror coming together to form a perfect circle. I dropped everyone, even me, just to end a mediocre routine just to build my empire. You are stepping, into the era of feathers…
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Precious
Poem By Calosha Gomes What’s the end of everything, only a new beginning. My eyes wide open to take it all in. My mind reaches new goals and success looks different from this end. If only this had more dimensions then three, unlike me with endless sides to explore. I am my own support with…
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Green Light, Red light
Poem By Calosha Gomes Ohh let’s go. My soul left my body when I knew. I said, crap, not this again. Not me falling for the unavoidable and avoidant, again. Not me losing my spark for something that has left the chat. Maybe that’s me this time. Ohh no. I am so confused and so…
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Taste In Music
I ruined my taste in music just because I could, the power of free will. All I could do was listen to the same album on repeat and then I took a firm stand to have some new additions. My algorithm has me wanting to exit my phone out of a closed window.I ruined my…
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My Defender
Poem By Calosha Gomes I could be, a fallen leaf and the sun shining on the once holding on to the branches for, dear life. I could be, the water that flows with a steady rhythm and the tsunami that wipes everything clean. I could be, the peace you never found and be the discord…
Journey Of Living Pages By Calosha 