Cold are the leaves of the tree
I climb to the top
I need that yellow fruit
But not for me.
Wind cutting through my skin
Rain falling down my face
They must not see my pain
Keep the tears within.
I hope I don't fall
No time to stretch
Unless I have the fruit
They will not catch.
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 1:22 AM UTC
Seven days in the week I have to find clever ways to seek peace in my heart
while not changing my face because meek is what they see even though there is no trace of a weak piece or part.
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 5:30 PM UTC
The sea sounds as I try to think
Anger and vengeance
turn my blood into ink
One day we'll come face to face
This letter is for the ultimate debt-collector
Please, deliver
to the white disgrace
Behind the horizon
Nature's clock sets
Waking up sleep
Behind the waves, you better hide
I'll let the anchor of work
Drag me to the deep
Granting you another night.
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 7:35 AM UTC
Conquers anger in the name of love
Blurs the line between right and wrong
After a while
Even pain is forced to join
the nostalgic song
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 7:09 PM UTC
Yellow stars, blue stars, brown
Looking through the window
Are you looking up at me
or are you looking down?
Smiling? Or with a frown?
Are you a distant memory?
Or am I new in town?
Many questions from my end
I will wait for the answers
If it means I can be your friend
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 4:36 PM UTC
Man of numbers and data
Stuck at zero, wants to be one
I can't paint, I can't build
So I thought
Art is not for me
I calculated away
Trying to find a way
until I realized
Words can speak
the feelings of my weak
I was free.
The tinman found his heart
Through poetry
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC