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Meet me in reality
Meet me in reality. -apG
A part of me did not want to write this,
For the reason of keeping myself from idolatry,
Restraining myself from coveting an obscure kiss.
Maybe these are emotions, maybe not.
Whatever it is, I need to face it,
Through writing, perhaps, it will be silenced
Better yet, reasoned with.
Let us now talk about photos;
I own a camera that I have named Poccoyo,
Its purpose has never been pursued though
Instead, it became my eyes.
Glorious days when it seizes the picture of light
Sobering hours when it reveals lies.
Poccoyo has been precise, though not perfectly,
Capturing my sight, my vision, and my delight.
Its subjects are mostly flowers and birds,
Skies, oceans, why’s,
Sunsets, hurts, sunrise.
Even dreams, life and demise.
Where am I going with this?
Honestly, I’m not sure someone will truly understand.
Let’s try still.
I rarely stand in front of Poccoyo.
I find it decent to stay behind.
I don’t hate myself, please don’t get me wrong.
Facing the lens just often interfere with my mind.
So much beauty as a viewer
Finest details, deepest truth
I honestly couldn’t ask for more.
But here’s the temptation,
A pain most of us adore.
When those delight suddenly turns into a fright.
Yes, I know the reason and the cause,
But in my weakness, I find myself at loss.
Other depths I’ll no longer speak
Keeping it a reserved esoteric.
And then there’s you,
Your stares and expectations.
I cringe and falter
Praying hard you only see what’s true.
Not the edited photos, nor perfected angles
Feigning adoration sickens me
Reviving my melancholy with tactless flattery
For I cannot hide.
Maybe just shy away
This is why words are here to stay.
You won’t see stars but scars,
It is the only beauty you’ll find.
Neglect this and I’ll keep you far
I need depth, truth and sympathy,
We all do.
Grateful am I that I have first been made new.
And now I journey,
Now I think of you.
Therefore don’t meet me elsewhere
For you won’t waken me from sleep
Meet me in reality
And I’ll be there with my identity.
Soli Deo Gloria