Nature, oh how beautiful you are,
No one understands your pain,
The cruel world takes from you,
Humans aren't worth what you are,
The withered trees calling for help,
The bright colours shining in pride,
The sun rays ever so orange and red,
The strong emotion of waves pulling,
The brown and gooey mud to play in,
The smell of rain cold and fresh,
And those sharp thunderstorms,
Heavy hails falling down like ***** of snow,
And soft petals of flowers in the meadows,
Green leaves of darker and lighter shades,
The trees tell stories as they age,
The animals out in the wild,
Crickets chirping at night,
And the owls howling away,
The dusk and dawn to live for,
The speck and spark of stars in the sky,
The clouds all grey and scattered,
The pleasant moon to look at,
Heavy and soft winds on my skin,
I feel every inch of you,
You're exciting and enchanted,
And your beauty is ethereal.
Every Season, graceful in it's own,
From the Earth to the sky,
Your wonders never end,
You're magical in every way,
You're breathtaking,
Your diaphanous harmony,
Never fails to soothe my ears,
An eternal bliss of truth,
Nature, You are an exquisite lullaby.

💚✨

Bleeding times, ruthless measures,
All of that immense pressure,
Suffering in silence,
Commencing to the violence.

Laughing through the pain,
The patterns form a chain,
Through every storm, I change my tarp,
As my edges turn razor-sharp.

Power restored in my hands,
When i take on land,
An internal war,
Raging onshore.

Tied to their demands,
Drowned in sinking sands,
A puppet, a pawn,
But not for long.

A lost soul of hope,
Holding tight on this rope,
The wrath under my skin,
Will break generations of within.

I said, "I wanna grow up fast",
But now I regret my past,
I started to wheeze,
And not ******* breathe.

All I wanna do is go back to bed,
And let it all flow in red,
The smile is a mask,
That I endure during every task.

Mental issues are suffocating my mind,
And I'm scared of being left behind,
I tried to erase my presence, 
Coz I had no essence.

Never hitting alcohol or smoke,
Everywhere I end up being "the joke",
Where is the life I planned,
All stories left in the sand.

Movies, 2000s core, edgy teens,
A place far left away than seen,
I have caused many troubles,
I remember blowing bubbles.

Sneaking out to parties, trying new stuff,
More like sitting home in jail and cuffed,
Ah, it's just a dream,
All of it, a ******* dream.

What is Poetry?
Is it always having to rhyme,
To keep lines in boundaries,
And not completely saying it all.

What is Poetry?
A safe place to pour out your feelings,
A vent escape on paper,
And words to describe them.

What is Poetry?
A culture from generations,
A muse for the poet,
To see how far we've written.

What is Poetry?
Hoping they would read your poems,
Just to be recognised from all that pain,
To be saved from your own mind.

What is Poetry?
It's beautiful how we notice things about them,
But not have the same done for us,
After all a poem's gotta be out someone or something.

What is Poetry?
Deep hidden meanings in simple words,
Etched in darker thoughts,
Or maybe hope fleeting away.

What is Poetry?
A key to my heart, A door to my mind,
A place no one shall enter,
Kept away in solace.

What is Poetry?
Maybe a debate,
A discussion ongoing with yourself,
It is one-sided.

What is Poetry?
Writing a raw first draft that's never published,
Or keeping it so real it's all understood,
But it's impeccable, imperfectly perfect.

What is Poetry?
A beautiful craft of creation,
Resonating impossible connections,
It is art in the eyes of the poet.

What is Poetry?
I don't know but i write poems,
They help me express all those emotions,
But at the end of the day I'm just a poet,
I'd never be a poem in anyone's view...

So Alas, What is Poetry?

It's hard to watch from so far,
All of it locked in a jar,
The words I wish I could say,
But hope keeps fading away.

My heart trembles at the thought of you,
I doubt you see me in that view,
I fear the fall,
Yet dream of dancing with you in the hall.

Thoughts of you linger, tied in my mind,
Like a thread that’s pulling, strong and kind,
I know so much of you, it's true,
But all I really want is you.

Is this called it true love,
It feels like peace, soft as a dove,
But i am lost in this feeling,
Caught in a dream, silently reeling.

Every smile, every glance you throw,
Leaves me wondering if you'll ever know.
The secret I've kept, hidden so deep,
Will I find the courage to make it leap?

What's the point of having a voice,
when i can't scream or yell by choice,
They tell me it's safe to confide,
But deep inside, I know it's not a safe ride.
I keep it all hidden, buried within,
As I continue to live in sin.

They don't know how I carry this pain,
They stopped the hitting, but the scars remain.
It was their form of discipline,
But all I wanted was for them to listen in.
Somehow it was all normal in this country,
And i had to live with this debris.

At a young age,
I felt locked in a cage,
I saw kids playing out,
And i was shutout,
But trust me they were nice to me,
They let me be free.

Just not in the way i'd known,
I'd broken many bones,
Bruised many times,
It was a big crime,
But i was treated with love and care,
Fair and square.

Along the road, my brother came along,
And the love for him was more strong,
I felt unseen, unheard and lost,
Did I have to pay such cost?
I was told I didn't need attention,
But that only fed my growing tension.

I was told how to do things,
And I had my wings,
But that didn't mean i was capable,
I felt more breakable,
I started to keep secrets,
And played all fine on the crust.

It was how I tried to cope,
But soon I tried the rope,
Instead of me, my brother got hurt,
It was my dirt,
We were playing a game,
And I am to blame.

Then I learned self-harm,
Making marks on my arm,
At seven, lost and playing the victim,
My psychotic self lost in my system,
I did it with a ball point pen,
And counted to ten.

My cue to cry and wail,
As he stood there all pale,
I hated the love for him,
So i broke his dim,
I lied and cried,
He saw a new side.

But I was putting it on him,
It was very grim,
An alternative approach,I tried music,
My feelings had a place to feel realistic,
It worked and i always had headphones in,
I threw those emotions in the bin.

Years later, I returned to self-harm,
The feeling, still familiar on my arm.
Stapler, scissors-cutting in silence,
I found my way in violence,
The mental health was heavy,
And is still unhealthy.

But I stopped it all,
I just needed someone to call,
Yet no one was there to hear my plea,
So I kept it locked, buried inside of me.
Hiding my tears, I faced the fight,
Silent in pain, hidden from light.

But that was in the past,
I remember the old cast,
How quickly it changed, too fast,
Grateful it didn't last,
Now here I am, pen in hand,
Narrating the story I couldn't withstand.

I slumber under a cozy veil,
Dreams unveil many trails,
Each one whispers, calls to me,
Saying it's a wide sea,
And I can choose to be.

But then the morning sun,
Gets me up for my daily run,
The mirror reflects,
No visible status yet.
"No future, no worth,"my mind repeats,
Generations' echoes, in defeat.

"Am I strong enough for the fight?"
Or will I fall in the dead of night?
Their words hitting sharper,
Buried deeper, tearing farther.
A path already chosen for me,
But 'tis not the path I choose for my glee.

My dreams reveal endless roles,
Guiding me toward brighter goals.
But it's not the one I take,
It's moving with no brake.

Another life, I will change,
Living in my own range,
This time no one to force,
And I follow my own course.

The road ahead may be unclear,
But I’ll walk it without fear.
In the silence, I'll find my voice,
A path to follow, a new choice.
No more chains to hold me tight,
I’ll write my story, take my flight.