Life, love, and happiness
all these things I had before today
Now I go on knowing of the darkness
For the sake of families in the grey.
Bloodshed, war, and sorrow
A ****** plain filled with bones
Uncertain of a future or a tomorrow
Fighting in a field of sticks and stones.
All that I have is a gun and a blade
Against opposition twice our size
Bodies buried in masquerades
Husbands dead without a goodbye.
If ever I make it back
I would carry a lifelong scar
A part of my dreams turn to pitch black
While I live a life after the war.
Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 5:52 AM UTC
When you are with me
I would make kings and queens kneel
For you I would part the seas
And make mountains fall to your heel.
I ask not of you money
nor will I ask for sacrifice
Because you alone are sweet as honey
And that alone will suffice.
I may not know much about romance
nor how to make a girl mine
but I shall stand up with guidance
To make you mine and mine alone.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 8:22 AM UTC
Trees everywhere i look
The flowing stream is all I hear
A scene out of a story book
All that is missing is you right here.
Walking on the gravel path
Chirping birds like wind chimes
Takes my sense away from life's wrath
And to nature's intimate sets of rhyme.
With the sun in my eyes at dawn
And the moon and stars at dusk
Diversity in flora and fauna
The scent of nature's calming musk.
Then back to reality I go
Knowing that I had good self-talk
Hoping to go back to nature's toe
And once again go on a nature walk.
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 8:20 AM UTC
As time flew by with such haste
All those memories, gone without a trace
All of those efforts went to waste
All that was left was an unfinished phrase
No more going back to those times
Where we laughed, cried, and shared this pain
All that is left is this poem of rhymes
With hints of ink stains
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC
There are many kinds of people
Those whose optimism colors the whole world like a masterpiece
Those whose pessimism clouds blacker than a car heavily tinted
Those who are only pedestals to the true stars
People who were born as the gold in the pile of steel
And those born tarnished but can still glimmer like the shiniest alloy
But in all those kinds of entities we all share similar qualities
And thats what makes us a unique mosaic
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
Two hundred and five people
Two hundred and five chances
those glances i got from them vast like forest
But those pristine eyes caught me by surprise
Seven-hundred and thirty days
Of talking to you and yearning with myself
In the times of early May or July
I was just with you in a room of our friends
Yeah the time of the clean slates sure does fly
Twenty nine classmates I knew by heart
Twenty nine new moments of fun
But when this all ends only one stays in this field of grass
The girl whom is the pedestal of the statue of us
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC
The eyes to see the truth
Very much but rarely seen
In all even youth
The ears to hear God
Are very unique to mankind
Though it may seem odd
The feet to spread good news
To the men who are in doubt
Hope they bid adieu
The mouth built to preach
The salvation and the hope
To those they can reach
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC
the four coners of me and you
stuck, dreary in this ruse
those moments I bid adieu
to the one i call my muse
the four corners of life
a life of black and white
I desire your spirit feeling alive
A healing of life's blight
As life starts to get dire
I will keep you protected
From the inferno's fires
I'll keep you feeling elevated
To my inspiration
The one who gave me direction
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
A face of gold
A brain thats vast
A story untold
A life with you at last
My wish and desire
Is your affection and love
I hope that our love burns like fire
With divine intervention from up above
But if God forbids this sacrilege
I will be okay with this decision
I will honor this sacrament
In spite of its emotion
But i truly hope for your approval
Though my actions seem futile
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
It flows through seamlessly
A being that doesn't target aimlessly
A knife that aim fatally
It aims for a person's naivety
A person who acts tough
Will never get enough
A person who's acts a bluff
Will end up in handcuffs
As the tides shift
It sets the person afflicted adrift
Closer and closer to the rift
A feeling of being utterly stiff
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC