free
what does that mean to me?
it means not being ashamed of what I see in me
sure I stumble, sure I fall
but I get back up ready to face it all
I do have regrets that I can never forget
but that's not stopping me from taking a breath
or living my life despite struggle and strife
I've had it hard, had it easy
some days are dark some days they please me
and you've had good and bad days too
like others around you
around us, we're everywhere
sometimes we're selfish, ignorant, sometimes we care
just not at the same time and not the same place
we see things from different perspectives different mind states
one thing I know well is that to be free you must forgive
let go of your anger and let others live
have faith that justice will come in it's due time
you can't put out a flame with fire but you can be kind
to those who do you wrong
remember the silent can be strong
if we all gave in to anger, sought revenge, and hurt each other
can there be peace with our fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, sons and daughters?
I can contain the pain I feel
even if it means crying to the God who hears
some people have no one to cry to
they feel unloved so they show no love to others too
we can't force others to show love
but we can be the one to show them that that is what we're made of
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:15 AM UTC
well it seems I forgot how to rhyme
so it’s back to writing basic lines
though I cannot be confined
by simple words and bars
I got to use ideas to set the mind free
and understand this poetry is a piece of what’s inside of me
it’s not an outer shell or disguise
what others think doesn’t matter
what I think shouldn’t matter
rather
it’s what I feel that matter’s most
emotion is the soul of a poem
without it it’s just an empty dome
a skull without a mind
a painter who is blind
now my eyes have opened
and now i can see
that to write poetry
is more than just words and rhymes
it’s the revealing of the soul
the person deep inside
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:14 AM UTC
as I sink into this quicksand of sadness
the silence seems to seep into the mind
it’s madness
before I know it I’m lost in the blackness
surrounded by the dead once again
it’s back to lifelessness and darkness
it’s then I get detached from reality
I feel like I’m submerged under the sea
holding my breath for an eternity
slowly sinking into a never ending abyss
wishing I did not ever exist
that’s when the Last Enemy strikes
whispering in my ear giving me wicked advice
like if I should’ve never been born
then why not end my life?
“it’ll only take a little while”
“it’ll only last forever”
“it’ll only hurt a little while”
“it’s now! it’s now! or never!”
there I am staring at the mirror
tears in my eyes wishing I could see clearer
about to take my own life away
will this be my last day?
more questions come and fear grips my heart
what if I wake up tomorrow in a hospital bed
with more pain than what was at the start?
what if I wake and see loved ones with tears in their eyes?
and instead of having peace I’d have broken all their hearts?
these thoughts were enough to make me go even more insane!
I cried even harder at these thoughts
I cried so hard the pain grew stronger
I cannot go on living like this any longer
so with all my might I prayed to God
and begged him please if you’re really there
then show me at least that you care
and give me hope please make me stronger
I cannot run from pain any longer
it was then I slept into a slumber
and dreamt of peace and forgot my blunders
and then the darkness was gone and the storm was over
and for this I thank the Lord Jehovah
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
Who am I?
Who I am
I am who?
I am who I am
My name matters not
To strangers a lot
They pass me by
Without even saying hi
And in turn I
Don't even bother saying goodbye
Why we don't care
About each other's welfare
Is beyond what I'm aware
Maybe it's because
We're all afraid
The other person will misbehave
And cause us pain
So we ignore each other's names
After all
The other person could be insane
So we stay in our lane
But some are the opposite
They smile and because of it
I smile back and we talk a bit
And after a bit of chatter
We find our names do matter
And we feel safer
When seeing each other later
I wish this was
How it was for all of us
So let me begin
By doing the same thing
And let me ask you
Who are you?
"Who you are"
You are who?
Your name matters to me too.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
So you say you’re having trouble. Why?
Is it because you fear my eyes?
I don’t understand
Why you won’t let me hold your hand
Is it me or is it them?
Just close your eyes and tell me how you’ve been
We don’t even need to touch
No need for skin on skin
This is something too pure
It’s something far from sin
We don’t even need to talk
Just sit with me in silence
And let the others gawk
Unless you want to be alone
Then I’ll leave you be
Just know this in your heart
That you’ll always be standing next to me
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC
I loved a faceless woman
In the shadowy dark
The touch of her skin
Was a healing to my heart
Slowly she let me in her
She was infinitely deep
She gives me peace
When i fall asleep
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
Excuse me miss
Have we met before?
I noticed you
By your mothers store
You shook my heart
My very core
When we parted ways
I was very sore
Now that youre gone
I dont feel no more
If you are reading this
Then please know
That my heart
For you
Is an
Open door
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:56 AM UTC
Im waiting so long for Death
I guess he must be late
Im starting to worry
That thisll be a never ending story
But please dont give me hope
Because i can do without it
I get stronger by the second
Theres no doubt about it
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:54 AM UTC
Meet me at the Two Lover's Point
We'll jump off the cliff
Tie our hair together
And jump to our death
Because theres a Spanish general
Who wishes to steal my love
To be forever seperated
Is treason to our Gods'
When we reach our destiny
Amongst the edge of the cliffs
Well jump off
And turn into two fish
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:54 AM UTC
This Tree is dead
It fought the drought
No one cares
No drop of water
Not even her tears
Gone are the years
Long forgotten
Erased memories
Stories are just stories
The forgotten author
Is now without home
Out in the world
All on his own
Unknown and unnoticed
Never was there a Ghost in the Shell
Never was there a flame in Hell
Into the never ending well he fell
No one reads these stories
I tell.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC