Their heart is now cold,
Icicle pointed at his.
His blood is warm;
Now coloring snow.
Their winter plays with
A different snowman.
Tag: life
As X so Y
I can’t remember for the life of me
How the life before
This one went.
Rumor has it that as before so after.
Legends say it, “as above so below.”
Here I stand, in middle ground.
I won’t be surprised
If in what’s left, in some afterlife
I can’t remember what the death of me was;
How life used to be.
Great point to be—between rumors and legends; pre-existence and death.
Obsolescence
Time immemorial
Individuals stepped in line
Before them, a bank of time
So they would get their share.
—Here, take your time
It’s yours to keep, yours to lose.
I took my time allotment
Put on a smile, as if to say
“Watch me sell this.”
Take it or leave it
Your call to survive.
For ever has always been a fishy pitch.
Yet never was always too much time.
P.S: If that’s not me losing my mind yet, watch me.
It’s the Right Life
As you may now be dying
to know how much of life is left,
you may rest
assured that when you are dying for good,
the wrong life won’t flash before your eyes.
Anthology Reveries that I call Poetry | by T!el Fajardo
Since I have some time now, I’ve put together this anthology for you all. If you think my effort is worth it and the quality is good, feel free to buy me a coffee, there’s a button at the end too. Feel free to share this post and comment too.
I’ve also added a few extra poems that you might not have seen before.
How This Works
I’m testing an intricate idea here. This post is a single post with a collection of poems separated by pages (you might see page breaks depending on where you are reading this), with chapters and titles organized by the appropriate headings (no hyperlinks). Call it my postfolio; it’s a post analogous to a book.
Introduction
Welcome to a journey through language, writing, and the metatextual world of poetry. We’ll explore how language can be both a creative tool and a barrier. From the playful frustration of crumpled drafts to the powerful imagery of ink and blood, these verses challenge traditional forms, blending free verse with deliberate constraints.
The author
Pages: Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7, Page 8, Page 9, Page 10, Page 11, Page 12, Page 13, Page 14, Page 15, Page 16, Page 17, Page 18, Page 19, Page 20, Page 21, Page 22, Page 23, Page 24, Page 25, Page 26, Page 27, Page 28, Page 29, Page 30, Page 31, Page 32, Page 33, Page 34, Page 35, Page 36, Page 37, Page 38
No better
You know better than to know better
lies: you’re worse at what you do best
Or are you better at what you do worst?
Well, anyway, that doesn’t matter
Don’t you play the fool for me
I know better than to know paradoxes
Or thinking outside of those boxes
I know better than to write all this lingo
I’d be better off to live real life
Welcome to it
Persona #5738
Welcome to their life.
It might be an open book
— though, unlike a certain kind,
left opened to the same page as ever
because one is obsessed
with a narrow frame of it.
Are we on the same page?
Life together is a mutual reading.
Will you read their last page as they read yours?
Will you commit? Will you compromise?
Welcome to their life. It’s free to enter but pricey to leave.
When a Physicist Tells a Tale
Cheshire Schrödinger’s cat
Would tell you with an ear-to-ear grin,
“I’m so alive and kicking
That I might go dead and gone;
If you can’t see how alive I am,
You might as well be dead inside.
Definitely not a problem if it’s inside the box.”
1 I’m not a physicist 2 I don’t speak for one, 3 that’s not a stricto sensu tale; it’s a remark of some substance, but only a small frame of a bigger scenario 4 it’s called artistic licence.
The Sole Dramatis Personae
Cut!
Ella says, “Cut the drama!
Only one drama queen stars
in ‘this Spanish soap opera’.”
She restates,
“Only one drama queen
belongs in my ‘novela’.”
A fun activity to do in a Reveller Life
Which activities make you lose track of time?
Writing, of course. And related activities (to writing and the creative exercise), since the question asks for more than one activity.
I’m writing this at my lunch time, while the cooktop’s fire cooks my rice (and heats the beans). It won’t burn, I promise (eyes wide open, always). I’ll fry eggs in a moment.
I wrote something earlier, that it’ll be fun to share with you. Additionally, I take advantage of the fact that these prompts are popular and get more views than our regular posts — and they receive all the love you have to share.
Life as a jester, surrealism. Bing.com/create
Reveller Life
Aha! How life is.
There it goes at night to get some fun; here it comes in the morning, listing from side to side like a drunk.
It has the skill to walk a tightrope; on eggshells, on hot coals — yet is not afraid of the walk of shame.
It’s living itself to the fullest. Life, don’t you think you’re the coolest? Respond to it like the jester you are.
“Ehe, how you are. That’s so you to think up those lines.”
I love writing — I might start doing it more for a living.
Ah, lunch’s ready. Let’s enjoy lunch time.
Reveries That I Call Poetry 