I don’t want to fail
Worries, I inhale
Grades at a lower scale
Granny prays to the Holy Grail
My face no longer pale
Her prayers always prevail
I am eager now
To set sail
Freedom felt in the winds gale
To begin life’s tale
Promise, a letter in the mail
To head upscale
Make my own trail
Instead of ‘study’ I wail
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
The moon, a reminder
Whatever phase
We are in, we are still whole
It is that light in us
Not the darkness
That frighten us
Our ability, Our words
That stings and stains the mind
If I could speak to the breeze
What would she teach?
I’d ask politely for peace
Or some guidance at least
Perhaps she’d tell me to leave
Conceal the secrets
in the air we breathe.
If I could speak to the sea
What would she preach?
I’d ask her what does it mean
To the know the depths of belief?
Perhaps she’d guide me beneath
Reveal the meaning
thats hidden and unseen.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
I tried.
I did.
I lied.
I did.
I failed.
I did.
I cried.
I did.
I blamed.
I did.
I stopped
I did
I waited.
I did
I changed
Everything has changed
Even the honesty in me
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
They say it get's better
They say it could be worse.
They say forget it
They say move on
They say try harder
They say it's easy
They say grow up
They say lies
They say it's fine
They say be calm
But,
They never ask how I am
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
It's a feeling that lingers
It's a thought
It's an image
It's a voice
It's a word
It's an uninvited presence in life
That my friend
is the Truth.
We feel it, think about it, see it but...
Always ignore it, walk away, and forget it
The truth exists no matter how much we push it away
It is the other half of our heart
It is and will never change
That uninvited guest is living permintely in the heart
I refuse to believe the truth
Take me back to when the truth didn't matter
when all life was
just a happy place for us
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Blinded from what surrounds us,
we focus on self doubt.
Fears from the past howl in the wind,
with a familiar sound.
We inhale the future,
and try exhale the past,
but the wind struggles for empathy,
creating a stranger out of us.
Waves of uncertainty hold us back.
And the reality of our past hides among,
the darkness that wanders alone,
finding comfort within our discomfort.
In denial is often felt.
The truth of our past is avoided and hidden,
behind the thick layers of emotion.
And our sense of wonder radically changes.
Time manages to stay still and,
the beauty of silence flourishes,
awakening a thought,
where words are no longer valid,
only our existence is what matters.
We ponder at the entrance of our deepest thoughts,
and while regret accompanies us,
our heart holds on to the past,
every single beat has it's own painful rhythm.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC