Tick tock around it goes,
the clock shall soon strike twelve
and the one I knew for oh so long
will be but a passing dream.
His face will change, his body too
but not his mind or soul.
He’ll fight to stay, but burns so bright
that in the end he’ll have to go.
This is not the first time,
and will not be the last,
but new memories will form
and my time with him
shall soon be ancient past.
We fought, we lived,
we learned, we loved,
we walked among the stars,
but in the end one life can never be enough
for the man who lives a life so different from ours.
He’ll soon move on, and start anew
he’ll leave us all behind.
Searching every face, day in, day out
we put trust in all his lies, and wait forever
for someone who’ll never come back.
Tick tock around it goes,
the clock shall soon strike twelve,
and once again he is no more,
replaced by someone new.
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 5:53 PM UTC
Tell me why I'm angry.
Tell me why I'm sad.
Tell me why I'm hurting
when all I should be is glad.
Glad that I'm alive
that I'm healthy
that I'm free.
They all think I'm crazy
that I hate them all the same.
But they don't know it's me
that's causing myself pain.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:26 PM UTC
A billion words,
a thousand stories,
those are all I have.
Yet I couldn't write
a single page
if you had even asked.
The stories keep me going,
keep my head among the clouds
but my feet upon the road.
I see the beginning, the middle, the end
but pen and paper couldn't meet
to write the words that once had flowed.
I am drowning in ideas
of the characters I see
but when it comes to make them real,
they are gone like in a dream.
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
The battle’s begun,
The damage is done,
The lives of so many are lost,
But at no cost
To the ones who have it all.
They wear their uniforms to fight for justice,
The people who hold the weight of the world.
They are responsible for the nations that grow within it,
Still, into the abyss they are hurled.
They blacken the earth, and poison the sky,
Leaving people broken,
Like a mirror being shattered.
Their lives broken into a billion pieces,
Every mother, every child, every brother,
They’re all caught in the crossfire.
They seemed worlds apart,
But their stories have one heart.
What is a triumph to one,
Is soul-destroying to another.
How can you be proud,
Of a world that destroys itself?
We must trade our guns for love,
And save each other, before we are too far gone.
The world began without people,
And that’s how it will end.
The collateral damage has been so painful,
That even the worst cannot pretend,
These mistakes have cost us too much.
The circle will be complete,
And the world will end how it emerged,
Devoid of the life that had found its place,
To be defeated not with grace,
But with the bombs and guns that will destroy us all.
Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 2:12 PM UTC
I dream
of the places I can't see,
of the places where i long to be.
I dream
of the worlds inside my head
that come alive
when I shut my eyes.
I dream
so that the stories play
like movies on my eyelids.
I dream
in time to the music
that pours life
back into my veins.
I dare to dream
that I can be better
than who I am now.
I dare to dream
that the world
could be better too.
I dare to dream
so that the pain goes away
so that I can no longer feel.
I dare to dream
that I am brave.
But if I dare to dream
of a world
where I am strong,
dare I believe
that I could be
as strong
as in my dreams?
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC