As I awoke dreary-eyed
I felt the burden of the world
fall onto my chest once again,
Pushing the air out of my
noisy lungs, silencing me from
uttering my helplessness
As I stood heavy-hearted
walking to the family room
the air burned holes in
my ears, as argument ensued.
But I would rather have this
destructive shelter, than journey beyond these walls.
As I step out, I am greeted
by smiling faces and batting eyelashes
small talk and big reactions
There I see a classmate
There I see a distant Aunt
But everywhere I see falsehood
How could you ask me to step into
A world where reality is not reality
Where every smile a scowl
Where every hug is an excuse
To stab someone in the back?
How could you ask me to make myself vulnerable?
Leave me
Inside my home
Where at least we speak our
Indecent truths face to face
Leave me
Inside my home
Where at least I feel
Real
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
Sunday, 3 June 2018
Do you fare well in America? ~ Mika Datadin
For Jadida Kalim
We have entered the night to tell our tale
For it is then that we can come out
It is then that we are accepted
And real
During the day we are expected
To show ourselves only to be chastised
We are expected to leave our homes
And face the danger that lurks outside
But in the early hours of the morning
We come out to play
To meet friends from across the globe
To help those in need of an ear
To hear their woes
During the day we are occupied
With ink-filled papers and
Ink-filled minds
Pens grow out of our hands
Formulas spill out of our eyes
But when the sun begins to set
I can meet you over text, my friend
And forget for a while
That you're somewhere away from here, some thousands of miles
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
We have entered the night to tell our tale
For it is then that we can come out
It is then that we are accepted
And real
During the day we are expected
To show ourselves only to be chastised
We are expected to leave our homes
And face the danger that lurks outside
But in the early hours of the morning
We come out to play
To meet friends from across the globe
To help those in need of an ear
To hear their woes
During the day we are occupied
With ink-filled papers and
Ink-filled minds
Pens grow out of our hands
Formulas spill out of our eyes
But when the sun begins to set
I can meet you over text, my friend
And forget for a while
That you're somewhere away from here, some thousands of miles
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
Widowed of A Living Companion ~ Mika Datadin
Love me the way you did when we were young
When she became old and waned
When you needed another muse as she lay in her bed
And you in mine
When you grew tired of her age
And accustomed to my beauty
I remember how your face would bath
In golden light on my pillow
I remember how you would buy me flowers
And clothes, and everything a young maid desires
But you could never but for me your real
love, your real self; for that is priceless to me
And then another came around
The same time my attraction weakened
You told me you needed to move on
To discover yourself
Here I am, left in my bed
And you in hers
I pray to you now to remember how my radiance had once sung
Love me again the way you did when we were young
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
When she became old and waned
When you needed another muse as she lay in her bed
And you in mine
When you grew tired of her age
And accustomed to my beauty
I remember how your face would bath
In golden light on my pillow
I remember how you would buy me flowers
And clothes, and everything a young maid desires
But you could never but for me your real
love, your real self; for that is priceless to me
And then another came around
The same time my attraction weakened
You told me you needed to move on
To discover yourself
Here I am, left in my bed
And you in hers
I pray to you now to remember how my radiance had once sung
Love me again the way you did when we were young
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
Torch the Stars ~ Mika Datadin
Become who you are meant to become
Feel the power that is so rightly yours
Make the earth quake as you stride
Make the ocean waves calm
In your presence
Create the winds of tornadoes
Create the downfall of mountains
And the destruction of volcanoes
Rearrange the stars and planets
to your liking
Rearrange the cosmos as you
deem fit!
But remember not to abuse your strength,
Warrior,
You can use your powers for good as well;
To nurture the smallest flowers,
The youngest baby bird
Protect those that look up to you
Do not forsake them as you have been forsaken,
Great Warrior
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
Feel the power that is so rightly yours
Make the earth quake as you stride
Make the ocean waves calm
In your presence
Create the winds of tornadoes
Create the downfall of mountains
And the destruction of volcanoes
Rearrange the stars and planets
to your liking
Rearrange the cosmos as you
deem fit!
But remember not to abuse your strength,
Warrior,
You can use your powers for good as well;
To nurture the smallest flowers,
The youngest baby bird
Protect those that look up to you
Do not forsake them as you have been forsaken,
Great Warrior
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
On His Skin ~ Mika Datadin
Today we see history repeat itself
I found for a long while that
I had no urge to write poems.
I can't even remember
my last story, or when it was written
However, today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
No one really discouraged me from writing
No one really knew, and
Those that did,
None of them really cared.
However, today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
My pen is made of magic in its steel
And tales in its ink.
Stories told time and time again
Yet unparalleled and fresh with each drop.
This is why today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
I've had no real companion
Besides my sterling silver partner
It's kept me from my tears,
And shielded me from the
Screams of my pressure.
I may decide last minute not
To write, to be strong,
But my sadness is stronger lately,
So I wish to see my magic pen
Of silver ink leave red
Marks on its canvas tonight.
This evening
Nobody can stop me from
Picking up my pen once again.
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
I found for a long while that
I had no urge to write poems.
I can't even remember
my last story, or when it was written
However, today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
No one really discouraged me from writing
No one really knew, and
Those that did,
None of them really cared.
However, today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
My pen is made of magic in its steel
And tales in its ink.
Stories told time and time again
Yet unparalleled and fresh with each drop.
This is why today I find it necessary to
Pick up the pen once again.
I've had no real companion
Besides my sterling silver partner
It's kept me from my tears,
And shielded me from the
Screams of my pressure.
I may decide last minute not
To write, to be strong,
But my sadness is stronger lately,
So I wish to see my magic pen
Of silver ink leave red
Marks on its canvas tonight.
This evening
Nobody can stop me from
Picking up my pen once again.
© Mika Datadin
***
Grade 11
***
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