The ‘Speak Out’ Project

A project designed to speak on the harsh realities of daily life. Published every Friday.

I know that poems often should be left to the interpretation of the reader. After all, isn’t that the beauty of reading a piece of poetry, or prose for the first time? To simply engage with a blank canvas, and paint the meaning with your own thoughts; your own perspectives – all based from your own experiences.

In these few sentences that I will share with you – it is not my responsibility to ‘instruct’ you how to interpret anything that I write on actiontothebestsuccess™. Rather, to simply have a conversation. About the very same thoughts; differences in perspectives and experiences – which can be brought to light – merely through conversation. So, here I will begin (and yes, I will keep my rambling to a minimum).

People are very strange creatures. We laugh, we cry. We scream, we speak timidly – almost a whisper, that not a soul could hear us. We get irate, or we can equally be incredibly patient. We get angry to the point of no return. Or we are so loving, so peaceful – that we restore one another’s faith in humanity. The human condition is inherently flawed – it is ying and yang, a painful dichotomy between the beautiful and the ugly. I hope that with songs, with poetry and with mere conversation, we can demonstrate the multifaceted capabilities of human beings, without shame. I hope that to be human, is to be imperfect, but also accept that God makes us in His image. And we are closer to being perfectly imperfect, on the contrary to being damned and destructive – than we think. I hope that this piece resonates with each and every one of you!

Why Can’t I Forget?

I watered the flowers,

Filled my cup,

I drank from the fresh springs.

And then I remember.

I watered the flowers,

Spilled my cup,

Drank from the tap.

Of course, I remember.

My flowers are lifeless,

I –

Must have watered them too much.

I underestimated my love.

And then I remember-

How I drowned myself in dreams,

In numbers,

In words

In people.

Of course, I remember:

I have been betrayed,

I have been a traitor.

I have been a friend,

But also an enemy.

I have many; I cannot tell the difference

Between those I trust,

And of whom I despise.

Between those I would tell the truth to –

To those of whom I would lie.

The truth is, I have lived a life I sometimes would rather

Not remember,

I have tied the knot which cannot be untied.

And all that I had left were my fresh flowers,

My fresh water,

My full cup.

Now all that I had, has died.