Sally eats a burger,
7 days in a week.
Sally gets picked on,
7 days in a week.
Joe is nerdy and geeky,
for 7 days a week
Joe gets picked on,
7 days a week.
Alex is homosexual
7 days a week,
Alex is picked on,
7 days a week.

The poor souls that are four,
piled on by opinions and judgments,
suffering each day more and more.
They go through life,
without the color of peace,
and without some to put them at ease,
when the times get really hard.
The silent personalities,
that are so great
are being submerged
under the waters of judgment
and waters of close mindedness
to the point where
the slow flame inside them
is gone forever more.

So who are you to say
what is right and what is wrong?
just be quiet
and let them sing their own song

Don't let yourself be silent
to all those people
in your life that push you
to yourself be true.

Imperfect is the perfect humanity,
no matter what society may say,
to other your true self,
you should convey.

Be free
of the chains of comparison
of the tight ropes of judgment
and listen not
to the screams of the blind and stupid!

Even though you say you can't,
it is just something
your mind is saying
don't let your mind
be the chain that envelopes
your heart to boundaries!

Why you should care about
what society think or says?
Do they dictate your life?
Are they the ones who made you?
Are they the ones that succeed
when you succeed?
Are they the ones who suffer?
when you suffer?

So don't listen
to the cry of the stupid,
and blind,
listen to your own heart,
don't let your true being fall apart,
follow the path you are on
follow until your dawn.

Because although you think
that this is your darkest hour,
just stand *****
unrelenting
and unstoppable
because only after
the darkest hour is done
from the east may come the sun.

Don't let yourself be silent
to all those people
in your life that push you
to yourself be true.

Imperfect is the perfect humanity,
no matter what society may say,
to other your true self,
you should convey.

Be free
of the chains of comparison
of the tight ropes of judgment
and listen not
to the screams of the blind and stupid!

Even though you say you can't,
it is just something
your mind is saying
don't let your mind
be the chain that envelopes
your heart to boundaries!

Why you should care about
what society think or says?
Do they dictate your life?
Are they the ones who made you?
Are they the ones that succeed
when you succeed?
Are they the ones who suffer?
when you suffer?

So don't listen
to the cry of the stupid,
and blind,
listen to your own heart,
don't let your true being fall apart,
follow the path you are on
follow until your dawn.

Because although you think
that this is your darkest hour,
just stand *****
unrelenting
and unstoppable
because only after
the darkest hour is done
from the east may come the sun.

All the poets on this site
with creativity so so great
are so unbelievable that
I just know they gotta
be smoking something.

What happens when we die?
In that last moment,
where the darkness envelopes,
leaving our physical bodies,
for naught but a bag of flesh.
Do we remember who we are?
Or does the darkness,
take every aspect of our being?
Do we remember the pain?
Do we remember the triumphs?
Do we remember each,
and every emotion,
that has stemmed,
from our humanity,
and our souls?
Do we remember our sacrifices,
for ourselves?
for the ones we loved?
for the ones we did not even know?

What happens when we die?
The people around me,
say I should not think,
about the dark aftermath of death,
since I am too young,
but this dark cloud,
haunts my being,
haunts my consciousness.
These dark thoughts,
which haunt me like a plague,
eat away at my sanity,
at a tender age of 15.
And who do I owe this dear shadow?
To a God which has put us here,
only to live,
and not know we lived.
Every fiber,
of this Filipino boy,
shakes at the thought,
of the light of life,
and the spark of humanity,
to disappear in one moment.

Maybe our life is in vain?
Maybe we go through this pain,
and get nothing in return?
We get naught,
but tears,
fears,
and suffering,
for every day we strive to be alive.
Every time we achieve,
it is only more to lose,
when you die.
For what is building,
the tallest tower,
if you,
and nobody else,
is able to witness it?
It is for naught,
naught but
the forgettable fact,
that you worked to the bone,
for such a joyous thing,
but in the end,
not even you,
could see its glory.

I mean not to take your pity,
I mean not to take you sympathy,
instead I would like the world to see,
what my and their thoughts of death would be,
and if anyone fears or has feared like me.

The dark sky overhead,
fills each citizen with dread.
The waves on the shore,
draw closer and closer,
more and more.
The ground that shakes,
with fury and rage,
marks the ending of our age.

The people care no more,
the peace and humanity,
now they have abhorred.

Today is the day,
wherein our people lay,
their heads down one last time,
in regret of their crimes.

Atlantis has fallen,
into the darkness of the clouds,
and the steep and sharpness,
of the cold dark earth.

The joy and gold have diminished,
leaving nothing but,
sadness and pain,
in its place.

The people now,
struggle for their life,
fearing death like,
the tip of a knife.

They betray each other left and right,
for a chance of survival they fight.
Yet they know not,
the consequences of their actions,
for the moment they,
give up on their brotherly hold,
the moment they turn on each other,
that is the moment,
their humanity is sold.

I enjoy this moment,
the moment in which,
the only thing I hear,
is the ticking of the keyboard.

The ticking of my heart,
being crystalized for others,
to read and to observe,
like an open book,
not for just one person,
but for the whole world to see.

The ticking of my mind,
as my creativity and boundaries,
are stretched to its peak,
and I paint a picture,
on the white canvas,
of my hellopoetry page,
with these colorful words.

The ticking of my soul,
because when I write,
I feel that is the moment,
when I am whole.