She's a memory you should cherish but you can't because she's gone.
She's a painting you should value but you can't because she burned.
She's the honesty that you should treasure but you can't because she's lost.
She's a thought you should track, but the train has been derailed.
She's the stamp of approval to but she has been misplaced.
She's a song you should sing again and again but you can't remember her melody.
She'll never see the light of day from her dark and blackened cell.
She'll never sing her song to you because her voice is mute.
She'll never share her time with you because she's lost her memory.
She'll never feel the winds soft caress because her senses are gone.
She'll never hear the peaceful sounds of nature because her ears can't hear.
Her ears are broken because of your persistence,
Her voice is quieted because of your protest,
Her eyes are blinded because of your stupidity.
She could have heard your apology for all the wrong you committed to her,
She could have told you that she forgave your actions,
She could have seen what you did to amend your wicked ways.
But broken was she, broken by your selfish actions.
And the light of day, she will never see again
She'll never live on anymore for she is only death
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
Dear Colors,
you are oh, so bright,
Shining, glowing, beautiful.
So why must you become so dull,
When I need you to shine brightest?
When my world is crumbling,
Or when life is just plain hard,
I'd like it, dear colors,
If you'd shine the brightest,
When I can't.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:31 PM UTC
Tears that say my pain
Lonely nights but warm friendship,
Solitary tears
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
If you survive,
Go tell the world.
Not that you survived,
but of what happened.
Bring awareness to those,
Who were left in the darkness.
Hiroshima and Nagasaki,
9-11,
Parkland shooting,
Only naming a few.
For those whose voices are forever quieted,
Speak with the weight of their legacy on your shoulders.
But don't carry the load alone,
There are others who feel the same,
With tear-stained faces, their burden is heavier than yours,
So shoulder the pain together,
And survive.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
It was one of those days,
when words flowed out of me like rivers.
It was one of those days,
when I felt the only thing holding me back from flying was gravity.
It was one of those days,
when I felt so innately unstoppable, I acted too brave.
It was one of those days,
When each moment was better than the last,
and every choice that could be regretted would be made.
For who thinks of consequences when the night is young,
Only when the day fades and a new one begins
do we think back and say,
"Oh, it was one of those days."
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
So fall, oh so carefully,
Up to the sky, towards the stars,
A delicate dance with death,
But eternal life without resonance,
Is one and the same.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
Have you ever danced in the street?
Barefoot, in the moonlight,
And as you dance,
The stars are your spotlight.
The ground is cold and hard to touch,
But tonight is your last night.
So don't look back... or down
They are there, all around you.
Learn to trust in what cannot be seen
And you will see the imperceivable.
Blackly staring into at the unknown,
beings of past generations welcome,
Those who's Era is over.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
In the smoke and ashes,
Lying beneath
and speckled with soot
is an egg quite rare.
The light is dim,
the egg cracks open
and out emerges flames
with heat so intense.
Fire becomes a phoenix,
almost unreal,
feathers of flame
shimmer with heat.
Taking flight into the darkness,
frighteningly beautiful,
is the King of Fire,
for he has shown me my will.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
South Civil war
Another cold-blooded war,
Again the North succeeded,
Above the expectations,
Of our Founding Fathers.
We are called the “South”,
Even though we are
Supposed to be apart of this nation,
And yet our pride got the best of U.S.
Because there is no I in U.S.
And no “liberty and justice for all”,
In the cold shackles of war.
With death hanging in the air,
And riding on every bullet,
With the merciless slaughter of human life,
And no remorse behind it.
And even to this modern day,
Our blood that is shared
With our civil war ancestors,
Resents the choices made.
To be put in the shoes of a ***** slave,
In this darkened time of war,
With the harsh casualties in their everyday life
And their energy being put to use against their will.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:51 PM UTC
you don't know me
not who I truly am,
not who I am on the inside;
not the other part of me.
you don't know me,
you haven't seen me,
not that hidden, secret part of me,
not that place inside me,
that place in the shadows,
this place that is concealed,
from the eyes of others.
you don't know me,
not yet,
maybe not ever,
but at least you got to meet,
the bright, cheerful side of me,
the side that is always,
trying to be happy and at
her best for the sake of all.
we all have our secrets
some are dark,
a few darker than others,
but we have our bright secrets too,
those that shine bright like the sun.
for now, let us focus on these bright secrets,
for our dark ones may be sad,
and they might darken our day,
because there will be a day,
when we can let our dark secrets show,
but for now,
You don't know me.
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC