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Z Apr 2021
I stand by loyalty, and it's greater to me given behind my back than when I'm not near.
I love so strong, and that kind of love is rare, and all that I fear is always being there and doing the best I can do, then to be left is heartache and despair.

In my present life, I am in love with my future wife,
I was stabbed in the back once and I pray it don't happen twice.
No matter the struggle, I would never leave, even when the roads get rough.
But my past heartbreak makes me feel like I'm never enough.

When she smiles the heavens shine and sing,
Seeing her blush is such an amazing thing.
Her dimples, so sweet, exposed when she smiles,
And I want to make her my future wife, to be all mine.

Hopefully we would last forever, until the day we rest.
And I look to you God please, I hope she is the one, because I'm going to do my best.
God I pray that hurt isn't on it's way,
And if it's not then thank you in advance, because the games I'm not willing to play.

We both have flaws and stains in our past,
But as we grow to love each other, the pain will be outcast.
Her personality is lovely and she is all I can say I need.
So as we plant this seed of love, loyalty, respect and great values in our life,
I hope the seed becomes a tree, and the fruits from the tree taste sweet.

Right now in my present life, I'm in love with my future wife,
And I hope no matter the time apart she stands by her word like I'm going to stand by mine.
NF + ZS
Z Oct 2024
With no pain there's no gain,
No blame game but the blame is stained.
Nutrition to the brain adds the flame to the insane,
Blood stains on my shirt and a dead body in the drain.

The police came,
Body's cold and stiff, head strain.
Brain matter on the side of the walls well laid,
No evidence to show and no running blood in his veins.
The soul reaper is gathering souls again.

Bed rest, vegetable life, he's a cane,
Bullets speeding, swift movements like trains.
Shot in the leg and low he's lame,
Laying in his blood next to the empty shell grains.

Another child dies again, another youth dies in vain,
They stress on the violence yet they make crime their main campaign.
gathering of sorrows, here comes the reaper once again,
To deliver their souls after their bodies have been slain.
Z Jan 2021
Woke up to start a new day,
Glister shine of the sun on my soul.
Soothing water flows, river sing in water notes,
Birds chirping, astonishing melodies to the ear.
Wisdom of softness the wind would love to share,
Feeling the connection with nature as I stand and spread my hands in the air.
Glitter and glister, crystal clear the water sits still,
While am by the river bank at the bottom of the valley's hill.
Not a better feeling than inhaling the fresh breeze,
Get a whiff of the sweetness, oou, bless me I sneezed.
What a wonderful morning, and unaware of such demise,
LOVE
Is my morning's surprise.
Z Apr 2019
In the paradox of the beginning of time,
God gave Grace green grass.
To fertillize the world and let it grow and shine,
To spread this green fern around the world at last.
Weighing the balance between Heaven and earth,
Green grass for the world as a new birth.

To stir up a feeling for the children to enjoy.
A soft, but yet sharp small short and silky touch,
Hate chose to plant his seed as vanity the world's toy.
But God gave Grace seeds to plant in the springs, and so she planted as much.

Now the generations of Hatred flourished and bloom,
And the descendants of Grace where few.
Because Hate ate the seeds of Grace with their greedy spoons
So Grace had not many gifts for the world, parables so true.

Also as Grace, Hate had gifts to show,  
Hate's gifts were many so they hid it in the dirt without water.
Grace's gifts where one, but with drips of love their seed began to grow.

Grace seed raised above the earth and everywhere even in the seas,
Covering Hate's mistakes and displeasing iniquities.
Leaving Hate below the ground to tempt and grow torns.
With no other actions but to stay small in size.

In modern times hate torns pierce the feet of many men,
Causing them to fall in folly and contempt.
But Gods plan is not done yet and Hate time isn't past,
Because of faith God gave Grace green grass.
Z Feb 2018
In the land I live, there's much to see,
Like green hills and blue seas.
In a place of love given by nature's trees.
On green hills where bees buzz free.

In a island with a lot of opportunities,
Like green hills and blue seas.
Where you stand in amazement surrounded by the ocean's breeze.
In blue seas where all fishes will be.
Z Feb 2018
Hello my good friend,
Happy birthday to you.
Before the days end,
God will bless you.
Your life is precious.
And your years are longer.
As God adds another year,
I hope you stand even stronger.

So enjoy your creation.
Will I leave you? Never!
We will stand together as a Nation.
Prepare, because we cannot live forever.
My friend, a lot, mourned for your birth,
And joy is given for when you lay.
Because living will be full of hurt,
But when you're dead all sufferings run away.

So hello my good friend.
Happy birthday to you.
Before the day had started,
God already stored blessings for you.
Z Feb 2018
Growing up I never had much money.
I lived in a house for seven years with no electricity.
No lights, no fans, no refrigerator, no T.V.
But I always kept faith in God.

Hoping one day I'll get a better life.
Maybe a big house, two cars, kids and a wife.
But I'm still young and hard times is all I face.
I feel alone in an excited space.

Like times I had no soap to take a bath.
No one knows the limits I went at that stage.
Or when I had no food to eat.
I had to fast those days and save the little I had in case those days did repeat.

Times where I had no money to go to school.
I'm not a fool, so I had to walk for my education.
So I can get my grades and certifications.
And only God knows that I'm trying my best.

Help me Lord in these hard times I face.
And bring me to my glory in a successful place.
Z Dec 2018
Have mercy on me please,
I didn't mean to make you cry.
All I wanted was to see you happy,
I know its hard to let my feelings die.

Have pity on me please,
I am so soft and shy.
All I ever wanted was to see you smile,
But it's just me dreaming, looking up to the sky.

Please forgive me, an don't say I did you no wrong,
Because I stayed in your life with my petty **** way too long.
Never meant to make you choose or sit and think,
So I'm asking for mercy, hope I'm not wasting my ink.

Through words is how I express myself.
But I understand you now, our time has end,
Bet we still can't be friends.
Don't take it on, although I know you won't.

I am sorry for ******* with your mental,
I'm not cursing you tho.
Its just so fundamental.
Trying to build up and your blocks don't want to stand.

I understand, so I wish the same.
Hope your happy and you're without pain.
Sorry for staying in your life, I'm a stain.
Shame, hope you don't forget me, so bye until we meet again.
Lost ah friend, a true friend who impacted my life a lot. Sorry we had to separate.
Z Mar 2019
I get dizzy until I faint,
Holy crest but not a saint,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache never goes away.

I get frustrated until I cry,
Feeling this pain closes my eyes,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache never ever dies.

I feel so weak when I stand,
I feel pain even in my hands,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache is beating like a pan.

My head hurts front, back and center,
My mom gets the message I sent her,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
The headache makes me shiver.

It can last up to five days,
It's worst when one more day it choose to stay,
My head hurts, my head hurts,
This headache treats me like a slave.
Z Feb 2018
Hello poetry, how are you?
Are you ready for another day, for poems to flow through?
I mean your the best, yes to me the best,
And I don't know about anyone else, but am sure your the best to the rest.

When I write, and people read, it's like saying hello poetry, your all I need.
But never the less to say from the rest, hello poetry your first so my poem can be next.
Just made it up on the spot tho... feeling excited.
Z May 2018
Look up to you and only you I looked up to.
Behold the greatness in your eyes, smile and chubby cheeks.
Ethical person, stands strong, play right and noes what to do.
Never dressed too fancy, colorful but always on fleek.

Inspired by how you walk, talk and the way you address,
To impress, nevertheless only you have this zest of the best.
Influencing as you persuade to take a heart and give it away.
What a shame, but who to blame? why many has fall in this game.

You approach, not making a note, but to quote that you are interested.
Always into but never has the time or even had the time to invest in.
But you don't rest sin, nor your head spin for the resting of lies.
But inspirations hidden in your eyes, to despise lies of the false truth standing by your side.

And yet I
Look up to you and only you I looked up to.
Behold the greatness in your eyes, smile and chubby cheeks.
Ethical person, stands strong, play right and noes what to do.
Never dressed too fancy, colorful but always on fleek.
Z Aug 2019
I'm tired of writing poems.
Because there are mainly about my pains,
No joy,
No fun,
No laughter,
Yup, no happiness again
Hmmm
But yet still I have her by my side or is she,
Well, she said she was.
Not spending time with me no more,
Not going out with me for sure,
And I can't do certain **** no more.
But say wah.
Hmmm
I'm tired of writing poems.
Because there are mainly about my pains.
Z Oct 2024
Oh I am a humble ******,
My guidance cometh from the Lord and my peace, pushing from the sea front.
To the sea front I look for strength,
To the sea front I lean for a calm spirit,
To mother seas who sends blessings for me.

Look upon this ******,
Know that his head is guarded by integrity.
Discipline and professionalism are steeping stones I must take,
Accountability and respect are pillars that should not break.
My strength of character and ethics are implanted in my soul,
The values embedded to my core and are on my skin like moles.

My peace pushes from the sea front,
Oh I am a humble ******.
To the sea front I salute proud,
To the sea front I shout loud,
To mother sea, thank you for sending blessings for me.
Z Feb 2018
The democracy of hypocrites in the highest levels and forms.
Two different sides of pretense, in acts that they perform.
To convince another of another, I believe they want a medal,
For performing it to the world, hypocrisy in the highest levels.

Hypocrisy in the way of being friends with a kid,
Who always down and never seems to fit in.
And when everyone begins to suddenly laugh at him.
You're never there to give a hand, but always far out in the crowds,
Thinking if you go to help, they would laugh at you being friends with him.

Hypocrisy in forms of being two people at a time.
A time for your beliefs in having higher standards and another time for the hypocrite.
Never would you wish to see them catch you doing it.
Because there and then only all your friends, family and the ones you love the most will see you as a counterfeit.
Z Aug 2019
I am so weird.
I am so natural.
I am so simple.
I am so different.
Because I forgive and forget but yet still forgive and remember,
And I give love stronger to the ones that hurt me, hoping they won't again.
So insane, another man would say,
Or like a Trini, "duh mad over no girl"
But I'm in love, at least I can say I feel it and show it.
So I am a looser for love and a winner for pain.
But I feel it deep in my heart and soul, so God so help me I know I'm sane.

I am who I am, I am what I am, I am because only I am.
Z Dec 2024
I failed my mother,
I'm not what she wanted or expected of me.
I failed myself,
I made choice that will harmfully affect me.
I failed my siblings,
Whether or not they were looking up to me.
I failed my family,
All the burdens and expectations they had in vision to be.
I am sorry, sometimes I wish I wasn't born,
Never to scorn, as I type I morn, in the dark I sit alone,
A passive aggressive one man storm.
I just wanted peace...... peace and quiet.
I yearn happiness.
Sprinkle sprinkle as I type my tears flow,
Long tears because I type slow,
Fixing my mistakes and my typos,
and here I go.
I wish I was young again I would make the same choices over again,
Meet my first love over again,
Enjoy our first kiss over again,
Hold her in my arms all over again,
But if I could have started over again,
I wouldn't have failed her over again, I wouldn't have given up on her over again.
I am sorry.
I wrote this poem and hid it from the public because I became timid all over again.
All over a pen, I wish things where different I would write this poem differently all over again.
I would lose and regain my focus all over a mends,
Go the furthest distance for over a friend.
But who am I fooling all over
All over....
All over nothing again.
I am sorry,
As my cheeks absorb the rain from my eyes,
that touch the corner of my imaginary smiles,
I'm already compromised, my future is already jeopardized,
and my past is already memorized.
I am sorry, I word I hate and now at this distant gate,
I saying it straight,
Though the meaning I want to procreate goes out multiple ways,
it may or may not  be good enough to reciprocate,
but I am sorry so it may demonstrate that I can't compensate the decisions I made when I was less fortunate lacking the wisdom I have now to help meditate proper analysis of thinking to facilitate my short comings.
Read it again let it marinate.
I'm sorry because I am passionate, because I had myself on an automatic levitate to elevate.
Instead to my self I chose to relegate, choices
a powerful advocate.
I am sorry,
I feel broken inside, I'm crying outside,
and only in God I can confide.
I failed my mother,
Now she doesn't hold me in high regards,
I failed myself because I dropped my guard,
I failed my siblings, I made things hard,
I failed my family, my ******* deepest fear I gave
regards
Yet I would do it all over again,
Sad reality the realm of regret.
We all wish we could do it all over again
Though there're so many thing I wouldn't do over again,
and saying I am sorry would have sure been one of them.
Z Dec 2024
Growing up in an unstable home, I never had much,
I was taught to accept the little and be contented with the few I was given.
I am no saint and I caught myself complaining a few times,
Though I get myself back to the realization that sufferation is a part of life and along those lines bla bla bla.

I began to appreciate the little from a very tender age,
Getting familiar with hard times was once a difficult stage.
I still face difficulties, I thank God for it every time I can,
I am only human and I acknowledge that not everyday I pray.

When my tears wave to God I ask forgiveness for I am of sin, things I do wrongly,
Whether it was knowing or unknowingly.
I appreciate the little and understand the reason for my journey,
Auspicious, for success and I cannot stay down such concerns me.

The days we had no food and the weeks our cupboards went arid,
The times of no electricity and water at our disposal.
This brought me to accept life as it is.
That saying "Good people endures the hardest fights" or how ever it goes,
Allowed me to be much different from others and bring fort my brightest light.

Some people may think they know me, but truly they don't,
I programmed myself to figure people out, so being friendly is something I wont.
Vanity isn't behoove and isn't apart of my heart,
Therefore the riches of man stains me not and wont tear me apart.

Indubitably, I appreciate every little and praise God for his continuous provisions,
I pray that God shows me my friends from foes, and register the division.
So I can be at ease and have peace of mind,
At this point it's circumlocution, I know I speak too much but in spirit, happiness is all I wish my family to find.
Z Oct 2024
I can say of myself,
I have good doctrines.
I can say to myself,
I am loyal.
I can say of myself,
I have good faith.
I can say of myself,
I am good bait.
I can say of myself,
I want to catch big fish.
I can say of myself,
I wish to feed as much as I can.
I can say of myself,
I have a great heart.
I can say of myself,
I have good plans.
I can say of myself,
My mother did well raising me.
I can say of myself,
I intend to raise my offspring as did she.
I can say of myself,
I am not certain of life.
Though I can say of myself,
That I'm willing to try.
Z Feb 2022
My motivation is as distant as the foreign land,
Esteem for me to strive ponder my soul,
Maybe the 2nd or maybe the 3rd my heart is in her hand,
I can still see her smile when I am alone and feeling cold.

Forsake not her blessings her heart is mine to keep,
I am trying to hold fast yet I know I am weak.
Tender lips brushing the exciting skin of my cheeks,
I can still see her smile when I lay to sleep.

Gathering all my seashells yet I will rebuke the stones,
One Queen to my kingdom she sits on my highest Throne.
In the art of War and the **** is frustrating me,
I can still see her smile like she was standing right next to me.
Z Mar 2019
I care, I can care and I don't have to at all. But what is it to care,
What is it to be caring and careful,
To care for someone carefully and not carelessly.
It's to protect, embrace and involve yourself in that person's life.
I care because I am still here,
I didn't chose suicide, or to become a criminal nor to be careless but to listen, reflect, and learn from my careless mistakes.
We can vare, all we have to do is understand what it means to care and start with yourself first.
Z Feb 2018
Lick all off until it's done.
Don't let none waste or fall to the ground.
Enjoy the ice-cream at the time it's cold.
I'm the ice-cream man with many flavors to behold.

Lick north, lick south, lick left, lick right.
Lick all through the day and through the night.
Eat the ice-cream quickly, don't let it waste.
I bet it will be the best you'll ever taste.

Don't let the ice-cream drip or run down the cone.
Eat until you get brain freeze and a cool touch on your bones.
The ice-cream gets soft so quickly, before it melts.
I'm not talking about any ****** activities,

I'm the ice-cream man, and it's only ice-cream I sell,
And the enjoying of all tasty flavors I meant.
Z Jun 2019
When I was young I didn't understand,
I was mislead and not taught right from wrong.
So I stole, I lied, I fought and I misused my hands,
Damaging myself and how my future might stand.

I grew up among many gay friends,
Who had flipped ways and flipped days.
But I wasn't aware of what this was,
And to them it was cool as the bees buzz.

I always had a bad feeling about their ways and how they act,
But I thank God he always had my back.
Because when I learnt what and how this abomination would end,
I didn't want to be friends no longer with them.

It's a disgusting and a disgrace to mankind and to all that is right,
And yet still mankind let these abomination get the chance to speak, get up and fight.
So now gay marriages, couples and their influences surrounds the earth,
Causing damnation onto babies before their very birth.

And the funny thing about it, is that they know they are wrong and will fall,
And they know that they are an abomination onto God and to all.
But they still smile, dieing, knowing their guilt,
With corruption in they hearts and their minds full of filt.

Judgment to the foolish who stand with them to support them and make them feel hype,
Making them feel like what their doing is right,
God will continue to test men in some of the worst ways and in the worst days,
But in these days men will fail and turn away.

So they blame God and say they become gay because they were abused,
But they sound so ******* stupid and so utterly confused.
At the end of it all every person has a choice to make,
And being gay isn't how you were born or become because of anything, or of any affect in life,
Its because of the choice you made and the path you take.

So I'll forever dislike their ways and the choices they make,
Because God is good and his love is powerful and great.
And remember He hates the sin and not the sinner,
But if the sinner doesn't let go of the sin then the sinner becomes the sin.

Are you discouraged by the way you were born or how your body appear,
Don't be foolish, there's a person meant for everyone out there.
Yes some may say your ugly, fat, skinny or what ever they say,
Just remember that everyone is unique in their own way.
Nice defines the person on the outside,
But beautiful is the purpose within,
So there's no sin by the color of your eyes, hair or skin,
But by how you choose to defile yourself and the effort you put in.

No drop of sin shall enter the kingdom of the Holy,
But shall burn in the fire not yet felt,
A lot of gay people have change their lives wholy,
But some want to feel the heat of Hell fire and melt.
An abomination is an abomination,
Because big sin small sin is still sin.
So if you think you can ask for forgiveness on your last breath, well try,
And see if it's Heaven's gate you'll enter in.
Z May 2022
When I lay to rest, I only see black screens,
No light, no movements, no dreams.
I barely get visions but nightmares when I sleep,
My mind is empty like a cinema with no one in it's seats.

I don't quite understand, blank space covers my mind,
Dreaming seems so fun, it's like I'm searching but just can't find.
Like I'm never first, I'm  always last in line.
Only a few visions I can remember inside this brain of mine.

I don't dream and it baffles me,
How can I sleep at night so comfortably.
Does it make sense to you or does it happens to you too,
I bet there's someone else out there that walks in my shoe.

All I can say is that I sleep well at night,
I don't fuss, snore, sleep walk or fight.
I may not be a dreamer or dream as you ,
Yet I know someone else can't dream just like me too.
Z Mar 2019
I don't understand. Who am I? What am I? Am I alive or not or am I a dream. Am I an aspiration or a thought or a thing that I myself can't explain or explore. I don't understand what I was made for, who was I made for or what I was made to do. Sometimes I think, what's real from fake, what's right from wrong. I never understand whether what I'm doing is right or wrong, I am different from the others, I talk different, I look different, I act different, I behave and think different from all others and I believe that I am different from the rest for a reason. Sometimes I think about me and others canally. What are we, are we toys, are we a game, are we so kind of lab rat or a test to see what is to be change for the other set to come. Why were we 'Humans' created, for what purpose, to be who, to be what, to do what, are we all I a vision are we all an illusion are we all a prop for God's play or 'plan'. I don't understand. Why did he made us, was he lonely, and is he still lonely. Is he afraid of being alone, is he bored of being alone, or is he alone? Do he have anyone out there like him, is there any one like him that lerks out there. Who is he? Is he God, who is God, what is God,.... Where is God? Is he too mighty to talk to us, is he too good to walk with us, is he too holy to coexist with us, or is he too high to get our level. Is it because he made us, and feels that we should be in sin, why do we have sin, didn't he made us with sin. Because he knew we were going to sin, he knew when, he knew how, and he knew when and why and what time of the day. Or do he? Does he really know, does he really see all, does he love all. What do he loves, what is love is it real or just a ******* of a lie to be or to feel something that's not true. I believe and yet I don't believe. Because I see too much that came to past that made me think about my existence and why I was made. Do we have to believe, do we have to obey, do we have to love, or do we have to live. Do we have to do right or are destine to do wrong. Do we have to choose or what to choose. I don't need a vision, I don't need a test, I don't need a sign to believe. But I believe that I need a reason and a purpose and understanding ot belive. I find its no fare to be faithful and loyal and honest and respectful and obedient, for what, for who and why? I want to choose, I want to understand, I want to believe, I want to be me, but I don't know who's me. He said to fear him and love and serve home in spirit and in truth. I get so afraid that my heart literally beats faster every time I think about what might happen if I don't pray for the day, and when I sleep, and when I eat and what might happen if I don't pray for the things I have. I feel afraid every day and night and I can't take it any more. Is this the fear that he means is this the love that he means is this the faith he want us to have, to live in a fear of our lives just because he created us. Then they say that we don't have the right to answer or question him. But don't we have a voice and a choice to make, then why we can't speak to him or why wont he speak to us. Is he afraid to be wrong is he afraid to appear as false and a liar. If he is all mighty and powerful then why did he let sin live and why does he still let it. Why don't he destroy is all and enjoy the company of the one he created a little higher than us, why don't he live in peace and harmony with his watchers. Does he feel that lucifer will laugh at him for breaking his promise to man, or being weak, or being stressed out and unsatisfied of what man have become. If not why don't destroy us all, be mighty, be powerful, be the lords of lords and the kings of kings. Because I see no difference between you and your forbidden son or fruit. He is trying to prove man and you are trying to prove man, he's interested in the many he can take and you are happy with the many you get. The only difference is that you can live forever with out us but he can't live at all without you. He knows he going to die and he doesn't care. So why should we. Aren't we like him sinful and want to be like you so we creat our own religion and sect. Aren't we like him in a way that all we want is to be free and all powerful like you and live in peace and harmony. Or are you afraid if you make us like you we would over throw you or no longer need you and you would be back to square one, 'Almighty Lonely'. So these are my questions and I know they won't be answered, but they would be written down. So answer to me if we as the wheat live with the unholy then how can the tares become wheat and wheat become tares, why are we forgiven but the devil as they call him can't be. Is it his purpose in this life. What if we all chose to be like him would you care then, would you walk away and leave us to burn. If you leaveth your own son to suffer without a second chance then why are still here, why are we still forgiven, why are we still loved but he's not. Isn't he your son, then what are we to you if we are not appreciated be you. We are nothing without you, so why can't we be free for as long as we wish or is it that the time is closer now, is it that you chose to come now or you are impatient to wait for those who want to enjoy the freedom, their humanhood, their lives and their wishes in this world before there is no more of it. Please I beg you let me be, I will not forget you, nor your words, nor your teavhings, but I will always be conscious of who and what you are, because I don't understand? I love you and I don't need to see you, I have faith and the same applies, all I ask is the opportunity to be a sinner and a born proud one that you made me as. I am wrong yes I acknowledge it everyday I awake from my slumber and all I ask is to have a mercy on me and not my soul, because the flesh is weak but my heart, my soul is willing to serve you in spirit and in truth.
Z Feb 2021
I smile too much,
I try too much,
I talk too much,
I walk too much,
I write too much,
I love too much,
I hurt too much,
I cry too much,
I forgive too much,
I give second chances too much,
I get attached too much,
I fight too much,
I over think too much,
I don't want too much,
I don't need too much,
I wish too much,
I dream too much,
I fake smile too much,
I seek attention too much,
I am not too much,
I get up everyday try to be a different man, so maybe I won't get hurt too much, or lied to too much,
I try everyday to change so I don't have to worry too much, or regret too much,
I try to think, be and act differently so I won't be hated too much or criticized too much,
I believe in equality and genuine love so I won't have to be in failing relationships too much.

But I been hurt too much, lied to too much, used too much,

I been crying too much, because it hurts too much, that I wasn't enough and I did too much.
Z Jun 2019
If I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.

If I fail, I might just stop and stop thinking,
Staring at the sky, with tears in my eyes and just blinking.
Imagining what went wrong and how can it be reversed,
Or is this it and I'm done for, left to suffer and cursed.

If I fail will they abandon me and go away,
Will they seek interest in someone or something else so to say.
Or would they bare my pain and be by my side through it all,
And comfort me whether the sun shines or the rain falls.

If I fail, what can I possibly do next,
I won't bother to talk or bother to act, and I'll just look hexed.
Pleasure and fun would no longer be in my mind,
Nor listening to music, or talking to friends in my free time.

If I fail, what sense does it make,
Was it to help find out who's real and who's fake.
But it won't matter, because when I get up I know,
To stay close to those who came to give their love and their support really show.

If I fail, everyone will lose faith in me,
Well besides God and the ones who claim that their hands are free.
But I'll remember the starting of it all and the vision I had,
When I was little and lacked knowledge as a lad.

If I fail, I fail for a reason,
Because every fruit grows and falls off its tree in every due season.
So I will get up and try harder with faith,
Because no man can help me, and only God is great.

If I fail, I will gain wisdom, knowledge and understanding,
Of what it takes to stay afloat and stay standing.
I'll know who's for me and stay true to them always,
And I'll do anything in life to ensure they are lifted and praised.

So if I fail, then there's no bail from my jail,
Only a one way sail to a desolate trail.
Emerged in the ground like a worm hiding from a bird,
Like the prodigal son, so far from his herd.
But that prodigal son did learn and returned to his nest,
And was accepted by the ones who supported and had faith in him even when he disobeyed and left them in distress.
Z Feb 2018
If there were no rules, the world would have no screws.
Will men stand?
Will men move?
Will men work?
Will workers improve?

Will the dog bark?
Will the cow moo?
Will the horse run,
Without any shoes?

Will planes fly?
When birds flew?
Will man ****?
If another man slew?

Will the sky turn red?
Or will it stay blue?
To ask who's who?
Well who's to?

Will the duck bite?
Or will a leaf chew?
It makes no sense,
And you know it's true.

Will we get ill,
And choose to pass the flu?
And when the time is due,
Can we choose to die too?

Can they change to me?
And can I change to you?
Will we use flour,
To substitute for glue?

Will we got to the wild,
and destroy all the zoos?
Or when one plus one,
Will we get two?

Will every ghost boo?
Like they all do?
If someone dies,
Would they look for clues?

This is just to prove,
If there were no rules.
Human being will not be beings,
And the world would have no screws.
And if the world had no laws,
Then no where would have them too.
Z Feb 2018
I give you an A because you are astonishing.
I give you a B because you're beautiful.
I give you a C because you're caring.
And I give you that D because you deserve it.

I give you an E because you're elevating.
I give you a F because you're forever blessed.
I give you a G because you're gorgeous.
I give you an H because you're helpful.

I give you an I because you're intelligent.
I give you a J because you're jaunty.
I give you a K because you have kingship.
I give you an L because you're loyal, ah hope so!

I give you a M because you're memorable.
I give you an N because you're never neglectful.
I give you an O because you're outstanding.
I give you a P because you peaceable.

I give you a Q because you're a queen.
I give you a R because you have reverence.
I give you an S because you're ****, better be!
I give you a T because you're terrifically talented, in bed, lol.

I give you a U because my love for you is unconditional.
I give you a V because you're verisimilitude.
I give you a W because you and I would soon be wedlock.
I give you an X because you're *******.

I give you a Y because you're you and youthful.
I give you a Z because there's zero reasons why I don't love you.
Z Apr 2019
OK, enough! Stop and wipe your tears,
I can't stand it no more, I'm pitying you.
Somewhat relevant pain in my heart while it tares,
When I constantly see you cry.

You make me feel to do the same because I'm so far away,
So I can't hold you and kiss you and really say what I want to say.
And I force myself to sleep knowing your weeping for me to be near,
But I'm always close to your heart, I'm always there.

I know your missing me, although I'm missing you more,
Then you'll say your missing me most, and I know that for sure.
But Bae I'm not leaving this time unless the Lord wants me,
And I'll never stay away from you too long, I can't let that be.

I hate to see you cry,
So enough! Stop and wipe your tears,
I can't stand it no more, I'm pitying you.
Somewhat relevant pain in my heart while it tares,
When I constantly see you cry.
Z Jun 2019
Deeply unmatched inside than the outer ring,
I see beauty and the beast beneath my skin.
A soft and tender heart most people take and throw away,
I still give my heart again openly, but no one really cares about its part to play.

Unidentified and regularly unseen,
I have a heart of a king but always ill treated by a queen.
Maybe because I have no familiarity with love or what it is,
Or maybe I know love and just can't tell what it is.

Am I nice to you? Am I beautiful to you?
Am I worth anything at all or am I just a clue?
And if I would where be you say it shows the most,
Maybe the inside, but not the spirit's host.

I'm Ugly I know, don't have to say it, it shows,
Every one laughs behind my back, and when my eyes are closed.
Sometimes I sit and sulk, or just cry it out,
I hear them say "he's ugly" with their eyes, and they don't have to say or shout.

Rejection is different, that's what my mother said,
And I know I'll always stay the same and it's posted in my head.
But I no longer feel to cry or sit alone and frown,
I know I'm ugly, and I have always accepted it but it won't keep me down.

So I'll love myself more than anyone would say they do,
And I'll love the ones who love me for true.
It's not how you look on the outside anymore,
Because I know my mind and soul is clean and my heart is pure.
Z Jul 2019
Ever had that feeling like your never good enough,
And no matter what you do, you'll never be accepted.
Or when you awake from sleep and see yourself in the mirror,
Do you smile or do you cry in terror?

Well me too, I get those feelings, like I'm nothing at all,
And I sit and wonder every day how to get out of this hall.
Then I look at myself one last time before I cry,
And I say to myself that I'll always be me no matter how hard I try.

I can love with my whole heart, but won't expect it back,
Because today people don't really care and your kind heart they'll attack.
But my God is good and ever merciful on thee,
No matter what I say I'll always be me.

I get trouble to trust and to have faith in others but God,
And the ones that I put my trust in, I wonder if they are frauds.
Some say their say, that they'll do their do,
But at the end of it all, they leave me alone too.

I'm not as handsome as, as intelligent as or as tall as,
I'm not low tempered as, as charming as or as romantic as,
I'm not big as, as strong as or as fit as,
But I'm as I'm as, how God made me as and I accept just as.

In life we'll all understand, that love is in every man,
Just some choose to hide it deep inside, and cover it up with pride,
While some seek truth in everything they do so their hearts are open wide,
And God alone knows why they are the ones who are left to cry.

I'll always be me, no matter what happen, and who leaves,
My heart will not wither like brown old leaves,
But stay open and firm to those who believes in me,
Please, if you have no good intentions for my heart, leave it because thou shalt not thief.
True facts
Z Oct 2024
Ancient beginnings Dragons flew wild,
Imprisonment free and they travelled by air for miles.
They stood upon the highest mountains in the sun light beam,
Dragon wings over cities imagine how it may seem.

Imagine dragons walking alongside men,
Over a million lived and were friends with them.
Imagine they fought wars with dragons by their sides,
Imagine riding a battle dragon in the sky as they glide.

In reality, dragons are a myth,
They tell fictional stories of dragons while children gather around and sit.
But a young girl imagined dragons, all the types and colors they could be,
Sadly only when she sleeps the dragons appear and then she can see.
Z May 2019
Nothing you say or do will frighten me,
I'm wise and I think independently.
If I'm a punk and a baby to you,
Then there's surely not one thing you can do.
Because my head is on my shoulders real firm,
And what I say I'm not going to do is what I'm not going to stir.

I'm different and I now truely realize,
That no one ever was able to make me act outside the lines.
No one was successful in making me do what they do,
Smoke what they smoke, drink what they drink, I never stepped in their shoe.

I always said no, and was never afraid to say it,
And they all called me names, like old records they continuously played it.
Forgetting that I'm mentally strong and no one can play with my mind,
Not those who tried and not even those next in line.

I may be different but I bleed the same red,
But at least I'm honest to myself, and always until I'm dead.
So the real ******* are the ones who try to fit in,
And chastise themselves onto sin.

I love the way I don't do what they do,
And I'm always smiling no matter who they slue.
I'm different with my head up high,
But they are different with intoxication and their red stains in their eyes.

Nothing you say or do will frighten me,
I'm wise and I think independently.
If I'm a punk and a baby to you,
Then there's surely not one thing you can do.
Because my head is on my shoulders real firm,
And what I say I'm not going to do is what I'm not going to stir.
Z Jan 2021
Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Wipe not only the blood from your nose,
But the tears from your eyes,
Wipe the lies, the bounds and the ties,
Wipe the the fake and start to improvise.
Remember your past, but learn from it and let it go,
Don't let it slow you down, nor bring you down,
Because you're mighty, you're blessed and through God you're strong.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Are we free, maybe, maybe not,
To look alot and see the plot that's keeping us down,
It's too much.
Yes in a world to go and do as we wish, but under rules of supremacy, Lead by poppetry,
Under the administration of Fraudulent Liabilities.
One wrong step in freedom and we're set to life, shot or sliced, electrocuted, despite the fight
We fight to have equal rights, it doesn't change because in the end we're wrong and never right, dead or alive, serving 25 years to life for what?
For speaking the truth and voicing our facts and not choosing to hide.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here, hold a tissue.
Free yet not, imprisoned yet can still get shot,
Enslaved no longer but it's like enslavement in the free world, documenting a real swirl of lost lives of black men, women, boys and girls that stand firm with pure heart,
Yet they were killed, plucked out like tree worms.
We're all people, with the breath of life,
That no man can give, but yet they take like it just a bus giving a free ride.
Yet we rise high and higher, proclaiming our crown,
Turning black broken frowns into smiles through tough battles and many ups and downs.
Yet enslavement is no longer an issue?

Enslavement is no longer the issue!
****** nose black boy, here take the tissue,
Don't forget to wipe away the pain, just don't wipe away the memories of the ancestry that clear the path for us, nor the ones who were killed in seeking the somewhat freedom we have,
Not forgetting the white men who stand by our sides, understanding that it don't matter if you black or white,
We all humans and deserve a chance to enjoy the light.
But it's like their work was in vain because here we are again and again and again facing pain,
And all we want is to be released from their shackles, their bounds and chains,
Why can't they let us be free once again.

Enslavement is no longer an issue?
****** nose black boy, here have a tissue.
Many may say they know us but understanding is greater than knowledge, because to gain knowledge you must first understand,
So understand take it as a chain of command, let us not fall but stand and keep our heads up above the sand,
But be vigilant and watch the plots and plans.
Because enslavement is no longer the issue and don't throw away the tissue, remember what you wiped and always keep it with you.
Z May 2019
I'm always the first,
Always left to think and deals with **** headfirst.
It's like I'm cursed,
And I need to be dealt with and nursed.
I try sometimes to keep immersed,
Into everything peaceful, but I always reverse,
Onto old thoughts with a negative thirst.
But I get out of it when I think of her and our good times I rehearse,
Or I over think and remember she hurting, so my happiness emerge.
So I pray to God for guidance and her protection,
Then I cool down and I relax from all frustration.
But it repeats and that what's make me the worst,
Because I'm always the first,
Always left to think and deals with **** headfirst.
It's like I'm cursed,
And I need to be dealt with and nursed.
I try sometimes to keep immersed,
Into everything peaceful, but I always reverse,
Onto old thoughts with a negative thirst.
But I get out of it when I think of her and our good times I rehearse,
Or I over think and remember she hurting, so my happiness emerge.
So I pray to God for guidance and her protection,
Then I cool down and I relax from all frustration.
And maybe I'll be good for a few days or weeks,
Then in God I pray and her love and care I seeks.
Z Dec 2024
To apply focus is all I really need to fix,
My confidence as well takes a play in that mix.
I had to become better than I am but I am too timid,
the picture I want to paint is there but it's not showing to vivid.

I am behind and I am seeing blurry,
I lose focus too fast and confidence appears not to be my style.
I yearn for wisdom of how to become accomplished, high Oh High Court please send your Attorney,
And Judge, judge me, criticize the fact that I lack equanimity.

I desire to be a focused, confident person,
I wish my lack of focus and confidence doesn't worsen.
I want to stand out unencumbered from my darkness but quite shy am I,
Soft as clouds that paradigm the sky and confidence as Splendiferous as my love inside.
Z Feb 2021
Is It fair, for everyone not to care, when a man kills and man, INJUSTICE!!
And when a man premeditates on another, to ******, to see the tears of a father or a mother, INJUSTICE!!

How about when a man dies, for trying to protect his rights, with many witnesses in sight, is that justice?
For a cold-hearted beast, to look upon a child and abuse the rights of being superior, is that justice?

Think of it like this, in a land of such mist, to hear a sad story on the news, how many beings are being missed.
What a shame, they think it's a game, to ******, rap, steal and do what they want and drive families insane, to re-tame, sustain the feeling of pain.

And that is when It comes to the time of an innocent person, to take their own step of faith, to set things straight.
To put out the fist, make that list, and understand that injustice is our only justice.

So they fight for rights, to stay alive, because when push comes to shove, a killer motto is to **** or be killed.
And a subtle, humble citizen, takes the handle, to dismantle the lives of a criminal.
Because in life they understand that injustice is their only justice, to be unjust to those who are unjust to them.
Z Feb 2019
Is it Hell's kitchen,
Where the demons be cooking,
Where all bad souls be looking,
Where evil dwellers are both masculine and feminine.
Or is it Heaven's door,
Where only the righteous shall enter,
Where God stands at the center,
Where holy men and women sit in accordance of the creator.
Is it Hell's kitchen,
Deep pass the abyss of fire,
Inside the cupboards of doom like tires.
Spinning, around and round, the cycle of liars,
And no one can escape eternity's fire,
That blazes hotter and hotter and getting higher.
Is it Heaven's door,
Far above in the firmament,
The Holy ones that dwell there, are up permanent.
To stay, watch and quide the righteous to a place of loving treatment,
And to mark done the names in the lamb book of life through pigment.
And the roads and houses he had prepared for us will be in honey, milk and gold,
So think holy, speak holy and do holy deeds to your saviour and preserve your soul.
Z Sep 2019
Hey, I say hello to you when ever I see you.
And I want you to know that I'm in love with you.
You do something to me I can't explain.
And deep inside I know you feel the same.
That's why I can't let go of you and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.

I love you, and there's some magical reason.
Your love is special, and it's my only season.
It's just like another fighting and just another nightmare.
And I get sad inside and so vex when I see you with another person.
That's why I can't let go of you and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.

Understand me please, don't forsake me please.
Because all I want for you is to see you, smile, be happy and at ease.
There's no one in this world will love exactly like I do.
So please let me love and show how much I want to.
That's why I can't let go of you and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.

Baby, I know you love me and there's some magical reason,
My love is special to you, and it's your only season.
It's just like another fighting and just another nightmare.
And you get sad inside and so vex when you see me with another person.
That's why you can't let go of me and above.
Just because,
It's too deep to begin to fall in love.
Z Apr 2019
I want to hide, I want to run, I want fly far above the mysterious skies. No longer on the ground where I can slip nor slid, but in my zone where there's no rules, limits, truths or lies.
Maybe because I'm fed up of it all, I mean seriously, what's the point, what's the purpose.
And are we sure what's insured, is insured for us, maybe, maybe not.
For what, for who and who for what,
You won't understand because life is all mixed up. Taking orders giving complains, what's the deal if we feel pain and there's no ease for the strain. Not even a gain.

But we will find out soon enough, because we have been lied to enough, stressed out enough and dismissed enough.
But stay still, I understood when I was little, stay humble, meek and mild like a lamb, the Holy one's child.
I am, that's the worst part, rapidly and revengefully breaking my heart, stirring its path of a diluted failure in any shade of dark.
So where do I start, where do we part, why am I alive so long if sin is in my heart. If deception and lies is all there is to take part. Stranded in this fertile crescent world where anything can fall asleep and apart.

But I'm strong and I'll get stronger. By the second, by the minute, by the hour, by the days to weeks, months and years to meet.
You'll see me standing with my hands empty but my heart will be full and I'll be on my feet.
Passing by and through every corner and every street, telling the false people who serve false Gods that there is something much sweet.
So sweet, you won't stop licking your lips and ******* your teeth. However, where would you go, I bet you would want to repeat the deal you'll make to set thing straight, fulfill what's supposed to and conceal your faith to achieve the goals you set and get what's great.

I want to go far away, lead far from but not far astray, to slay the demons in my head and lock them far away.
Z Oct 2024
I am feeling home sick,
Tell my family come get me quick.
My emotions are running wild,
I cannot control my thoughts even if I try.
Get me out of here I feel like I'm in an asylum.
I am not deaf, not lame, blind or dumb.
I feel trapped in a call deep beneath the ground,
So deep not even by the devil can it be found.
I want to go home, I am fed up of this,
No proper sleep and there're programmed people here with chips.
Left, right, left, right, left repeats even in my little sleep,
I already don't get enough so imagine my face when I weep.
Everyday is strangling me,
I am clustered and my body is getting weak.
I miss home and the qualities of my comfort zone,
I miss my family, so long I haven't been alone.
I want to escape and the door is open wide,
There's only two ways I can leave and graduating is the one I decide.
I am home sick I need to leave quick,
I am praying that grad day don't stick.
Z Feb 2018
I wonder what my kite could see,
So high above you and me.

And if the birds are friends with him,
As I am friends with Grace and Tim.

Can it touch the fluffy clouds,
Or see the planes pass us by.

To see my kite far above,
as my string burst, I began to cry.
This poem was written in 2006 when I was 6 years old, it was based on an event that happened before and I wrote this poem in remembrance of the kite I once had.
Z Dec 2021
Just inna bit,
Just is just but just a wrist was slit
Just a while ago,
Just in some part of the world,
Just as the pain took hold,
Just as much as one person can take,
Just like blood the thick syrup of the grapes,
Just is late,
Just is fake,
Just is to discriminate
Just as the gay rights are accepted
Just as racism is still highly affected,
Just is never equal,
Just will never be fair,
Just is far away from injust,
Just as Just is so far from near,
Just give me a second
Just mend my heart from that weapon
Just before I had a broken heart
Just as she came I found all its parts,
Just as loyal I am,
Just as loyal I will require her to be,
Just as I was cheated on,
Just as I pray a second time it doesn't happen to me,
Just a life
Just a knife,
Just a little girl under mental pain and stress
Just a little girl who was laid to rest,
Just a box,
Just a hole,
Just six feet
Just your body feeling cold
Just another service
Just another prayer
Just another soul leaving the earth
Just another soul entering here.
Z Feb 2018
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Is it tears, truth, honesty or miseries.
What is it? What can it be?
My eyes are the keys to my soul, do you believe?

I look into your eyes and all I see is the opposite of all the bad.
I see love for hate; I see honesty from lies and sanity from being mad.
But there are things that you hid from me.
But I find out when you perform them in your actions and schemes.

Your soul is innocent and pure in all ways.
And I will love and cherish you today and for all days.
I'm not sure if we may last for a life time to past,
But it doesn't matter, because when I look at you in your eyes, I see you and me and that our love would last.

So look me in my eyes please, and look carefully too,
Because love is an action word and I don't like saying it to you.
But to show in the way we communicate, and things I do, it's all me.
My eyes are the keys to my soul, don't you want to know who I am, or even believe.
Z Sep 2018
**** me dead dis is not Trinidad we living in dis is Hell.

Man ****** women and man,  killing children and duh give ah dam.
Duh take men land or they guh chop off your hand,
Women loykey so every man is every woman man.
Yes in dis island,  Government is only tricks and scams.

**** me dead, dis is not Trinidad we living in, dis is  Hell.

Men up here different, them duh chase fly buh chasing family instead.
Men beating men if they play mad and touch their bread.
Duh talk about their gyal, watch them and more than five bullets in Yuh head.
Betham and Lavantille, watch any man too hard,  well sure Yuh dead.
Because when their guns done talk,  there is no more to be said.

**** me dead, dis is no Trinidad we living in, dis is Hell.

Women want all de gun man, so money coming quick, like quicksand and quick hand.
Who tell women to cheat,  man duh care over here, women dead too.
Man will buy the world for them, when they done, he want back everything even food.
It's plenty clues, Trini men can't shoot gun, so its either magnet bullet or they using glue.

One more thing too, some police have all wah they need,  they will burn down your **** field and geh high from de same ****.
Trinidad izza mad place
Z May 2019
Kiss me now and kiss me slow,
Kiss me let it hide or show.  
Kiss me until I can't feel my toes.
Until my breath runs from my lungs,
Kiss me tender, let me feel your tongue.
Kiss me until I can't see my path,
Kiss me so I can't feel my heart.
Don't stop, don't panic, don't faint,
Kiss me freaky because you ain't no saint.
Remember that if I kiss you long,
I won't want to stop unless I taste you tongue.
Z Apr 2018
Life is like a game.
One chance, one life but a lot of pain.
Unbearable strain,
That makes your legs feble which tends to make you feel lame.

Live right and live everyday with memories, like everyday is your last.
It's a day to be joyous and make it your task.
Therefore when you lay to rest, what questions would they ask.

There are obstacles all along the way that you will choose.
But it's up to you to ensure that you find all the hidden clues.
Don't fight fire against fire or you'll be on the news.
Life is like a game whether nintendo or PS4 someday you have to lose.

It's the best game in the world, with the best graphics and simulations.
But there are dangerous opponents like in all games, so be careful of there procrastination.
Believe in what you believe in and follow your hearts in every occasion.

Be aware of those who just play life to take another.
They are the rippers of the game, they'll take away even your mother, sister or brother.
So stay sharp and stay focus on the objectives of the game.

To first accept it, believe it, dream it, think about it,
Speak about it, so the actions to do it, live it.
Also remember to love it, cherish it, store the good memories of it,
And most of them all find someone to live with so you can enjoy it.

GAME OVER
Z Dec 2019
Birth is first, after conception.
Born with what God blessed you with, no inceptions.
Expectations, love, born in sin but yet not sinful,
So dreadful, poor young child with not an idea of what they're going to be.

Infancy is temporary, unless your childish behavior doesn't fade.
You most enjoy this time because it's not forever.
That's whether, to what's worst and what's better.
Being creative and loving as you are, that heart catcher.

In childhood we play.
Go outside, and we're in the sand all day.
Well, that's boys, girls rather inside with friends or dolls.
Maybe less play is why they mature faster than boys.

Imitation and Education is the next most important step.
As much you learn is the more wisdom, knowledge and understanding you get.
Don't be afraid, but be cautious as ever.
Because many will try you as you improve and get better.
Z Dec 2019
In life self discovery is very important to us,
We have to search ourselves and figure out who we can trust.
We are never alone, but we are most better without.
Understand yourself first, before you put someone else in doubt.

Entering the enterprises of life and all its adventurousness,
Being curious and brave, its when your life story has its twist.
Knowing what you can do and the limits you can pass,
By passing difficult obstacles and pushing to a life of higher class.

Then early adulthood kicks you in the back,
Hope you have what it takes to kick it back.
Because if you slip or fall and can't get back up,
Well then prepare for pain due to the fact you might be stuck.
Z Dec 2019
Are you dedicated, if yes well you believe in dedication,
Next to further wisdom, spiritual findings and contemplation.
Where you would have the ability to say you're an adult, yes a man or woman,
Say it with meaning and responsibility, because it was given.

As you experience more, your knowledge grows,
More stories to tell and many more children to know.
Don't take adulthood for granted because you can do as you please,
God is in control and he doesn't sleep, blink or sneeze.

The world is big and everyone wants to see it,
It's these times you thank God your in it.
What you worked for will benefit your children,
And income you earn will show in the money you spend.

Benevolence, give back, you have to understand it works both ways,
Always remember you're never here to stay.
So be generous and give without wanting a penny,
Yes life will be hard, and your burdens will be heavy.
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