The eyes yearn to cry
But are silenced in their tears
The heart longs to pound
But is silenced in its fears
The lips wish to move
To speak to express
But are tied in silence
Nobody notices nobody cares
Oppression is a powerful weapon
If only you chose it to be
But is you break those bonds of yours
And rise high
If you don't let your feelings
Be your obstacles, but your wings
If you let the world listen
to your voice
If you can make them notice
Make them care
You will know that you're powerful
You will know that you're free
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 1:47 AM UTC
The dead were carried to the forest
Killed by gunfire
Blazing bullets in the dark
Around them mourners stood
Wreathed in shadows
Lowered the bodies into the pyre
Flames burst through
Rising, curving skyward
A thousand torches in the dark
So many have died
So less have survived
And as they stood by the silent flames
Tears shone in their eyes
Aug 5, 2022
Aug 5, 2022 at 1:18 AM UTC
I wonder what its like
Being invisible like air
Very much alive
But no one knows you're there
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 11:04 AM UTC
I see a candle flame in the wind
Guttering and flickering
Threatening to go out, threatening to die
A little bird watched through his cage
Bound and tied
And he knows his soul is flickering the same way
Another soul in captivity
Another caged bird
Another candle flame
Flickering in the wind
When will it ever stop?
Here, little bird, your feet are untied
Your cage doors are open
Come on now, take flight
I can see a little spark
As you fly to your freedom
Where you land, I will never know
As I watch from this cage of mine
Bound and tied
I watch you fly so far
I gave you freedom
Knowing what its like to be
Another candle flame
Flickering in the wind
Another candle flame
Flickering in the wind
Jul 13, 2022
Jul 13, 2022 at 11:03 AM UTC
The brown butterfly
Landing gently on the vine
and sits on the passion flower
Still wet from the recent showers
But as she leans to sip the nectar
She asks the flower
'You colors shine so gay
I wish I were like you, I say
How do you find such joy in life
When you know, very soon, you will die?'
The flower smiles at the sky
And then she replies
'I am beautiful, you think
But my beauty will soon sink
I may only have a few days to live
But, more than my life, it is the sun i cherish
You see, even he will die one day
But he gives life to so many on the way.'
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 5:44 AM UTC
Standing on Saturn's moon
Looking at the orange sky
I am on Titan
My telescope lies a distance away
It always points at Earth
I can't bear to point it anywhere else
My home is the only place I see
I watch as a methane thunderstorm unfolds
Drops of liquid methane all around
I have longed to swim in the lakes
But I know I will freeze and drown
Thunder in the sky above
Methane is raining faster
I wish i could say I am thankful for my suit
But no, I really can't
I want to run barefoot on the methane ice
Breathe in the fresh carbon dioxide
And in the few seconds I have left
Living life to the fullest
I wish I had said adios to my friends before
I have lost hope that I will come back home
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 4:50 AM UTC
Many soldiers in war
Died and went far
Fighting against the enemy
Defending fair memories
But the enemy was told quite loud
To leave none alive on the battleground
They were told that their enemy
Would destroy fair memories
And an equal number died
As they did on the other side
In war, no side is right or wrong
All I can hear is the funeral song
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 2:56 AM UTC
Hanging outside, in the night
Were nine glass beads
Strung on a string
One for each life, they said
Though what they really meant to say
Was that for each life, there is a death
And the beads forever honored them
Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 11:13 AM UTC
A brave man is not he
Who stands tall in the bright sun
As it shines in all its glory
It is he who
Never shivers in the night
When the ghosts once more enter the world of the living
And no sun holds them back
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
The boy was walking down the street
Looking for something which he was in need
He heard a clear ring
As the blacksmith hammered the metal
The warmth of forge holding his heart and soul
The drill of the carpenter's saw
Like the working of a busy ant
As he made beautiful creations from wood
He heard the hard clang as the farmer's till
Ploughed and struck rock
The rains would come, and the seeds had to be sown
The soft scratch of pens on paper
As the scribes sat scribbling
Their thoughts straying far from the world
But at last, the boy heard his favourite sound
The loud jingle of silver bells
As the door to the candy shop opened
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC