O, the struggles of the young 'adult'
Trying to fit in,
Yet somehow the 'social' cult
Takes away the souls that are pure
And curses them
Till they no longer endure.

I have disabled myself,
Thinking about you.
Forty three self induced bruises
to the head, to the head
Forty five, forty six

I got that vibe,
That feeling from you.
I start my appointment
At eight thirty two,
Thirty three, thirty four.

Forty eight, forty nine.

It is not the cure
That will help this,
But only you.
Thirty five, thirty six.

Fifty two, fifty three.

So I try to get you
Out of my head...

Fifty two, fifty three.
So that I can be free.

I have disabled myself
Thinking about you,
But now that I am free,
I don't know what to do.

A pencil is
Such a wonderful tool.
Sharpen it well,
Or you will write like a fool.

Wherever
The universe
Flows, an overwhelming
Humility is sure to follow,
And when all earthly worries are cast away,
Simplicity becomes pure bliss.

Google oh Google!
You answer our questions so;
Why can't penguins fly?
What is the yellow snow?
You then answer us,
So that we will then know.

Google oh Google,
This I must say;
You change your appearance
In almost every way,
Just to drop a hint
Of some eventful day.

Google oh Google!
Many topics you suggest
So we may rely on you
For you know what is best;
To stop our worry
And put us at rest.

The people in the venues,
Having meetings and conferences.
they mix like a dry salad
drenched in vagueness and normality

it is
okay
to not be there
and feel not happy
but not sad
just not there

it is alright
in the sense that you do not hide
pains or fears
But when business is about,
You can't run.

so go ahead and stop
let these conflicts settle
and fall into dreams
escape momentarily
For now.

There’s this holly tree
That can imitate
Its shape to
That of a Christmas tree,
And every time I can’t help but state
‘Doesn’t that tree look like it wants to be
A Christmas tree?’
And all year round,
My co-workers laugh politely.

Nowadays, is this a world for poetry?
Anyway, I suppose there couldn’t be.
And this may seem like a promotion
But I assure you people
It feels more like slow motion.

If you were to write poetry,
Say now.
What would you write about,
And more importantly, how?
This audience of children
Surely cannot understand
They couldn’t possibly comprehend.

Well the reason I write
Is because my voice cannot sing
Nor rap or any other popular thing,
But back then it was great
To write a verse, a perfect stanza
For the Greek meaning of ‘poetry’
Is to merely create.
So I do ask this generation
My most important question;
Why wait?

A kiss is important because it's the first
To close one’s words for a moment, but to say something greater
An action of courage, cowardice, desire, or pressure,
And should only arrive when you really know her.
So keep a kiss in mind for those you truly love.
For a kiss is important;
A gift from above.

Lust within the chest,
The heart is replaced.
Sickening to be self aware,
But worse to act the trend.

Oh! What a sad reality of age
To see ourselves want it all
Our deepest desires;
Putrid infections of evil.

Acknowledgment serves well.
Fear does not, nor does hate.
For all that is left human of you;
Do not give in and die a waste!

Free yourselves and become stronger,
Gain what you need and restore,
Aid those who mock this warning.

Here we are
It's late again
We talk too late
And lose the weekend
I pay the rent
You wash the dishes
This quiet life
Made of fulfilled wishes

What once was gone
May soon return
So that one day
We both can learn
How it feels to be broke
But that's all fine
When we heard God spoke
And had some wine

Night after night
Both soon lose their heads
So they take a break
And for once
Go to sleep instead
Till the sun rise and they wake

We enjoy ourselves
In good company
Yet somehow the nights
That we love
Don't seem as pretty
Like a food you loved
But started to hate
For you desired
To have more on your plate.

What now? they ask
Themselves and their past
What once was a dream
Now seems quite unclean
Then came an angel
Who told both to wait still
And recount their steps
On when they first met.

A new month, a bunch of weeks.
Increasing numbers of pointless, sad streaks.

As demons creep back into disguise,
The frequency of old, dusty board games slowly rise.

Fortunately, no fear nor fright came last night,
So now we await the near spark of light
To ignite such a bright and fiery sight.

Melancholy.

   A pink rose.

Rain.

  Distant piano.

Loneliness.

  Cassette tapes.

  City nights.

   A cheap cigarette.

   Three white stripes.

    Couple of camera flashes.

    Wearing a face mask.

    A spontaneously special moment.

I don't know how to go to sleep;
It frustrates me
To the point where I could weep.
It takes me about an hour
And a half
To fall asleep,
I think.
Sometimes
Writing a poem helps.
Good
Night,
Please.

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The grass; flat.
Autumn leaves; scattered.
Two birds; pecking.
Firm trees; tall and grounded.
Charisma boys; young.
Senseful girls; fair.
Insightful elders; straint.
Do not doubt the older,
For they were once like you,
Except now stronger
And still are wiser.

My boundary of flesh
Being dragged around
My soul, heart, and mind
Trapped inside
Yet I feel so empty

Don't smile unless you're happy
Don't cry unless you're sad
Don't drink until you're thirsty
Don't repent unless you feel bad

There's something more here
You can guess your best
Be my guest
But no answer will satisfy
There will be no more rest.

Goodbye my sweet;
I said goodbye
But stay with me
Until I must die.

Creative morals
Lead me to new moments,
Which I thank them
For sharing
If not then.

To be blessed,
One must struggle first
And know right from wrong.
Not to boast, but thirst
For patience must take time
Yet age is not so long.

They zipped out onto the train tracks,
Don’t hold the others back.
Ice cold lights with splattered wet
Rain on them, you always regret
Because we decide to forget.

Oh, but let us be distant!
Talking trails to terrible tunes
Compared to the empty bliss
Of sand dunes.

You must wonder why
Leaves fall off trees
For when I think of you,
Just the thought
Shakes up my knees.

We met at a beautiful park bench;
“Hello.” I said,
“It's really good to see you!”
“Hey.” she said.

“How are you?
How has your day been?
Did you have a good weekend?”
I asked.
“Yeah, I did." she answered.

“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes, I'm fine.” she replied.
“Good.” I said.
There was silence for a moment.

“How are you?” She asked.
“I feel great.” I said.
“Good.” she said.

We went to buy a drink;
“What do you want?” I asked her.
She said “Just water.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, I don't mind”

Ultimately, I was glad.
Meeting this girl
Brought…
Some reassurance
To last year’s me.

You keep dreaming about a fantasy,
Dancing on the edge of reality
But there's one thing you can't see;
I don't have abs or good looks,
I play video games, I don't read books.

But if you love me the same way I see the beauty in you.
Being pretty is one thing but that's something any girl can do.

If you feel bad, that's good.
Give your heart a moment,
And focus on what he should do;
It's not for him, it's not about you.

They look at me like I'm mad;
It's all the frustration from being sad.
A memory of intensity blinks across this mind and a broken mirror Reflects a distant affection that was once for you.

We discover our lost memories,
As we turn each page.
The cherry blossom blooms,
Yet are lost in a broken age.

It is not that I am dying,
But I still feel my existence,
Is quickly fading.
To me
And only me,
You are one in infinity.
It may not be true,
But as long as you are happy,
I will be.

O, how many days until we meet?
I listened to our song
All throughout spring,
Hoping one day
We both can sing.

I cannot afford much,
But I have searched.
It’s hard to have faith as a young man
And when I think of you,
I do the best I can.

I will send you pink roses.
I will write letters to you.
Just to let you know,
That my love is true.

I dream of a distant world,
That no one else knows.
There is nobody any where;
It’s my quiet place
Yet somehow…
You are there.

Nothing before that
Was ever the same.
Before I just thought
That love was a game.

When the sun goes down.
Light illuminates your hair into gold.
I will remember these moments
Even when we grow old.

It feels good to have no regrets,
Just before we die.
Now I won’t feel as bad
When we next say goodbye.

Some things words just can't describe.
When does emotion get to the point where...
It is beyond us?

Hurry they say; don't lose your chance.
As they stare with no further care, but I am lost in a trance.
Captivated by this love in which I fall,
Yet frustrated as I foolishly risk it all.
Forever feeling,
Never knowing,
A love, untouched.

Dust is a disease,
Time is a curse,
Actions only society decides.
Technology increasing,
Humans missing,
Years go by faster,
Generations die quicker.
Not only is it there,
It is inside us,
Is inside us,
Inside us,
Inside.
Mankind will **** itself.
Now, only they wait.

I wonder what space will be like
A thousand miles from earth
No more hauntings of self hate
No more regretting my birth.

Cut my corners,
No more for me to say
Escape everything
No more having to get away
For my isolation
Is my location.
Eternal peace
Is what I seek,
So when they come
That's when I run
For noise makes me weak.

Now space is my space
My quiet place
No more misery to face.
Nothing but stars
And time to heal my scars
Even if fear strikes my soul
Little hopes of light
Glimmering freckles of stars
They help peace take it's toll.

The best part;
Where? When?
Irrelevant now
For I am absolutely
My possibility
To anything remotely
Is outside of bounds literally.

The places I go
When the people drink hot cocoa
Secret places
Yet are so big
How can one not look and think
That such a place has the space
To be filled with many people
But It's just you
Yet it doesn't seem a waste
Wanting to wonder
Upon these sights
Makes me forget
All those pointless fights
So when the stars are bright
Just know that I'll be ready
My heart no longer will be heavy
For the silence is relief
Fills my soul
Makes me say
Good grief.

Tomorrow is a word I use
The enthusiasm is there
There is no hope to lose
So sit by my side
During social gatherings at wide
Yet no words will be said
Just these words that you have read.

At night,
The wood comes alive
With a light,
Embers burst like an angry bee hive.
Warmth we embrace
Whilst in a dark place
And the bonfire heat upon my face
Will make me cozy.
So I fall asleep
And as the sun will rise
Open my eyes
I'll remember our time
And weep.

Just keep writing
Just keep writing
Pay attention in class
Are you taking this in?

Will you find
Your soulmate, A soulmate,
Anyone that will love you
Like mother did?
Wait…
Have you got everything?

It’s true what they say about fear;
It is the unknown.
But what is definitely known
Are the mistakes we make.

You thought this would end,
Now you have to keep going
Otherwise it won’t be satisfactory.
I wonder what those last words will be?

Drop, drap, drip, plop.
Droop, plip, dlop, plit.
Pitter, patter, plotter, potter.
I didn’t bring my coat.
My hair is wet.

Everything now,
Just seems to depend on a,
Few words of some text.

And although we think of those
Better days in those better years,
We can look forward with hope
To make this one better.
To be a follower or a creator,
Make the rest worthwhile,
Just greet each new friend you meet with a smile.
Whether you hated or loved it,
You lived it, and that’s what matters most.
Then, seek new ambitions
From the east city to the west coast.
It is a new year for everyone,
Another bunch of days under the sun.

White and
More white.
Rooftops disappear into the sky;
White upon white.
Looking around at everything
Being erased.
It is as if nature has lost its taste.

The squirrels and crows dance
As spring’s arrival casts away the snow.
I could waltz by any tree
And never know that a faint song
Sets my bird free.

Happiness is there,
While they get on with their work.
Must I think so much?

There is this black bird I see,
It creeps around on top a chimney.
It feeds on wrappers from litter
At which I sigh, for it is bitter
To see such a creature to be so black
Searching for what it will lack
More frequently, despite history.
But for my view this is a new hope,
For this isolation I cannot cope.
I’m pretty sure most would prefer
A sky with changing clouds over a brick wall
That is as dull as a book with no pages.

Up late thinking of,
Her wearing flowers one day,
Without me knowing.

Well it’s been seven years,
Fighting fire with firewood.
How could you begin to face
These ice cold tears
Of which drift upwards?

Just give it some time to waste.
Roll onto my bed
As the crew cycles through the night.
Unwilling adults never
Cease to amaze brick walls.

Let her come by some day
So friends can hear the doves better.
Nobody said this was okay,
But please know
At least I want you to stay
With us.

We are together
Together we are immune
Immune to them
They are corrupted
And don’t understand.

Love is our weapon
A weapon that only we can choose
The choice of forgiveness
Forgive those who hate
Because they are corrupted
And don’t understand.

Each day we face hatred
Hatred that can be healed
Healed with love
Love that…
They don’t understand.

Establish various fates
To breathe out weight
From the chest.
Towers of time stand tall,
It shares its bearing with deep skies
So let your kingdom fall.

My wife will yell
If her puzzle is not complete;
Wake up.
Excuse your children
As all make a way through life
Leaving behind burnt food crumbs
Of mistakes and revolutions.