Poetry of the Heart – Breaking the Path

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Breaking the Path
By Talin Mari

Help me from this prison I have created,
My rock is beginning to crumble.
Help me gain the courage to find myself,
My guards no longer protect me.
Help me relive the hope that once existed,
My vision is clear, not blurred.

The path is only a road that I take,
My guide is my will.
The prison that I will consummate,
My heart beats still.

Help me,
My rock.
Help me,
My guards,
Help me,
My vision,
The path,
My guide,
The prison,
My heart.
My path,
My vision,
My heart.

Poetry, My Muse – Feeling Your Writing

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Many times, it can be hard to focus my energy on writing. With all the distractions in any given day, how can it be possible to sit at a desk and type? It can become restrictive at times and, undeniably, unproductive. I found that writing poetry has been my greatest tool to keep me focused. It helps me feel my story and my characters. It is my muse as I describe in my poem below.

Poetry, My Muse
By Talin Mari

If poetry is my muse,
My pen is my guide,
My heart is the story,
My pain is the plot.

If poetry is my muse,
Characters live in dreams,
Mystical worlds appear,
Creativity meets reality.

If poetry is my muse,
Love stories are imagined,
Abuse is violently dreaded,
Kindness is only rewarded.

If poetry is my muse,
My words become stories,
My thoughts become real,
My feelings become people.

Butterflies in the Heart – A Poem

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Butterflies in the Heart
by Talin Mari

Butterflies multiplying in my heart,
Trapped by its enclosed chambers.
Fluttering their wings to stay apart,
Gravitating towards being in pairs.

Restricted,
Restrained,
Revealed,
Resigned.

Butterflies wanting to escape feeling,
But the thick walls are too confining.
Trying to destroy the wall’s restraint,
Slowly the butterflies find an escape.

Unannounced,
Unanticipated,
Unleashed,
Untamed.

Butterflies multiplying in my heart,
Released from its detained prison.
Consuming all of my inner organs,
Withdrawing to let it embrace me.

Released,
Realized,
Reunited,
Reveled.

Wake Me – A Poem

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Wake Me

By Talin Mari

 

Wake up, sweet soul,

Wake up, sweet misery,

Wake my heart today.

 

Worn out, weak limbs,

Worn out, feeble mind,

Worn with stories to tell.

 

Enlighten, my dull life,

Enlighten, my aspirations,

Enlighten with desires.

 

Ignite, my curious mind,

Ignite, my cold breath,

Ignite to give back my life.

 

Choices to Success

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We all make choices. Whether these choices are logical or illogical, they make us the product of who we have become. I can sit here and write about a really good book I read or a great movie that I saw; instead, I sit here writing about the all elusive world of choices that we live, breathe, and devour every day of our lives.

 

We are taught that there are the good or bad choices. What happened to the choices that are in the grey area? The choices that are questionable, but not rejectable. Regardless of what the decisions to those choices were, they still created who we are today.

 

This article is not about trying to figure out what choice to make, but rather to accept the fact that it is made. With acceptance, we can evaluate whether we want to continue on the same path or try something different.

 

No one in this world is perfect. Perfection is unattainable and to try and achieve perfection would only create misery in the end. The best thing to do is to accept our mistakes and improve upon those decisions in the future. A slight shift in perspective can change our guided path to success or what we deem to be success.

 

If we want to become great executives, artists, writers, or star employees, then we need try to become the greatness that we desire; however, we will make several mistakes along our path. We will improve on those mistakes as long as we recognize them, embrace them, and analyze how to shift them into a more positive direction. It is with recognition of our weaknesses that we can change them to our strengths. Perhaps, it is as easy as taking a class in a local community college.

 

Sitting at home as a dreamer will never amount to anything other than empty dreams. We all have a bit of us that craves becoming a dreamer. I have it just as much as the person next to me. It is the choices that we make that takes us out of the dreaming state and makes us move it to the state of reality. The more we know about who we are and our direction in life, the clearer that reality becomes and the dreams begin to actualize.

 

The next time a choice is made, think about it as being a choice that will lead you one step closer to your dream or your goal. Anything is attainable. Patience and perseverance are guides in that path towards your own excellence.

 

 

Marching for Sorrow – A Poem for Humanity

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Marching for Sorrow

By Talin Mari

 

Through the depths of desperation, I walk with hope.

Through the hills, lifelessly abandoned, I nod my head.

What is to become of the life that I once loved so dear?

What is to happen to all those that lived without fear?

 

I walk with my head hung low.

I walk as my legs endlessly ache.

I walk because I have no choice.

 

Hope begins to fade as I hear the echoes of my steps.

Hope becomes my enemy as I see many fall behind me.

When will I wake from this day that I feel will be my last?

When will I next hear the precious laugh of my daughter?

 

My heart aches from the emptiness.

My heart aches from the lives lost.

My heart aches because of my pain.

 

Secretly, I remember how I had hidden my precious love.

Secretly, I remember how I told my neighbor where she was.

Would the neighbor save my only love left, my young child?

Would she feel the kindness in her heart, despite her leader?

 

My mind drifts among the hills.

My mind empties among fear.

My mind hurts when it thinks.

 

“Stop!” the man yells with an overpowering mocking holler.

“Stop!” the man approaches us with his sword unleashed.

Am I to see the day of light again among my favorite friends?

Am I to walk among these hills again with my love, my child?

 

Silence surrounds me.

Silence fills these hills.

Silence is within me.

 

Goodbye my love….

 

The End