Hear the shouting loud and clear.
Sound of protests with people coming near.
Breaking points
we're moving on very slow.
Anger will continue
forever as I know.
People will cry,
people will scream.
There will be a side
there will be a chance to be on a team.
Contradicting by the moon
changing its form.
There is time afterward to fight
but no time prior
to warn.

You reach out to me out of the blue.
I feel teary after hearing from you.
The sound of your voice
warms me inside.
Remembering how we stuck together
and how hard we tried.
Knowing now you are not gone
despite the fact I haven't seen you for so long.
The past was tough,
only you understood.
Since now you know
you had the heart to be good.
You will hear this
when we meet up again.
We may have stopped talking
but never stopped being
friends.

Define nobody,
label not a soul.
To deal but not to bow,
is every psychological goal.

A man who grasps
only a beer
never to warm up his hand for
a lady.
He performs his aloofness to her
as she learns from his cold
tone.
Let him hate,
let him hate.

She calls and calls him for days.
He puts no effort to ever pick up.
She tries so hard to grasp attention
from his wandering eyes.
She doesn't yet know to
let him hate,
let him hate.

Men who are crass,
men who are despicable,
men who are self-absorbed
put in time for them.
Holding every problem between him and
a woman.

Women feel so hard
they bleed when they are hurt.
The blood she sheds from her hands
that never interlocked.
There is a time when women need to
let go.

She shall still feel,
she can't take no for a reply.
It is hard when she learns to just
let him hate,
let him hate.

Trouble is borrowed

Danger is given

Crisis is taken

Drama is lent by two

Problems are forced

Acts are stolen

When
           Nobody
Gets
        What
They hope
                   For

Scratched up feelings
caused by my obsessiveness.
My unawareness of never
backing off
has broken the old lamp.
This room was a disaster to
begin with.
Everything fell out of place
due to what you said last night.
If my writing scared you,
my emotions were nothing you could handle,
and you were so overall uncomfortable,
thus not
my problem,
now only still a mess.
You are not one for me,
I'm leaving this old room in my head.
Old house,
with bills overflowing the counter.
I had hoped you would cry to understand I care.
Now I am only your worst nightmare since you close your eyes,
and I am in your head.
I am still writing now,
these poems are my babies.
I will always create and tend to my writings.
I just wanted you to see,
now you can't.
The room is dark
since you broke the lamp
that lit our friendship.
And I won't be one to fix it.
I will get a burn again.

I can get over this bridge
Without you holding my hand.
If you are ever lost and alone
Not knowing where to go,
I am your friend.
I’ll hold yours.
I’ll guide you.
We now need to take care of our own.
So much is happening
All at once.
As a friend,
Know I still care.
I’ll be a person to vent with
About the losers who take out their pathetic
Lives on us.
The conversations will be lit again.
Never will I walk away
When all you want to do is
Cry.
I’m your friend,
So cry on me when emoting is a must,
And I’ll cry on you on my time in need to
Emote.
When we emote together all at once,
We know it’s not what we hoped for,
But that connection is still
Something,
No one,
But you and I
Can have together.
Once we start talking like we used to,
Our friendship wont be for once,
But forever.