What I feel for you is akin to how the floorboards hug the wall at the corner of the ballroom. Smothered in gleaming tile, I lie beneath, fighting to breathe at the very seams, so close to you. I am worn, and old, and my nails are ripped to shreds as I claw my way through the throng of porcelain pink people to you. The touch of me against the very smallest part of you is enough for me to fall still and gaze not at the dancers in their gowns but the unassuming dark corner towards which I endlessly reach.
There’s a light in the darkness we can’t yet seem to see There’s a deeper unknown behind the words you and me Perfect we aren’t there’s no need to be We’re a lot more powerful at nature than our problems and fees We can shine as bright as the sun and feel as strong as the trees We struggle when we feel our chest tighten and start to squeeze We can feel frightened when our mind is weak and words tend to freeze What lies behind our fear is a care free loving being with a gentle breeze
Random thoughts again or should I say mysterious.. I love mysterious ways and discovery’s, find your purpose and you find your way..
You came fast into my life. Like a roller coaster, Told me that you wanted me, But all you did was stealing my dreams. Took my innocence, my friends You tried to take the good in me. Now you're gone too, Left me in the darkness, My heart was shaking, When I thought about you. Now the pain is gone. I don't care about you.
"8th March 2018 A pen found its ink A purpose found its man
Art, The mother of all that's beautiful brought me a gift A life skill that would be my passage of lift
He came to life in unhealthy mental weathers, his soul was birthed in shabby unearthly waters and bound to mine in an everlasting covalence. he was given to me an agent of healing – an outlet, a living freedom; a drain for my pain,
a gift and a curse he is a stain on the domain of my name – but I take pride in our duality, my existence paradigm was on the edge of a cliff suicidal - I lay on my back under the roof of a gloomy identity my name and my frame soaked in melancholia of a quantity that exceeds the infinite.
DEAR WORDSMITH You and I Are a year older I am a decade wiser I can feel it in my hair the truth in its absolute quintessence is a universe closer.
The way you hold my mind in your gloves gives me sleepless nights and faceless days but who am I to question my panacea? I promise I will make the most of what we can be.
A savior, a tutor, a sage My poet, my light, my flame, my light.
A year ago - i became a poet. Help me appreciate my penman. This is my first post here with you family. Thanks.
(For Eric Killmonger) A little boy stared in the clouds Forgotten tales screaming loud His word small and nothing wrong It all shattered after too long Stories of cities that touched the sky Clans of people untouched by time Hope soon filled his boyish dreams But not everything was as it seemed One night he came home and saw His father dead, struck down by claw Weeping over his fathers head He begged him to stay, not leave him instead Shattered dreams and shattered hopes He held the myth achingly close Alone, no one there to guide He locked his humanity deep inside Battling for a way to free them all Seeking power and in deaths thrall The world had taken everything away And all in one single day So he would take everything away from it His soul a star no longer lit Now he lay there quietly dying His enemy close, no longer fighting The world it seemed would take him too His glittering eyes full of rue There was nothing left for him here Breathing ragged and full of fear Finally he took his very last breath And slipped away as his life left And as the sun left the sky The night descended with a sigh The little boy was dead and gone His life a sad and weary song. -Roguesong- -Esther L. Krenzin-
I loved this Eric in the Black Panther movie, and I felt so bad for him. His whole life he believed in a dream. His whole life he believed that he could make a difference, and fight for those who are oppressed. He just wanted to help.
A whisper floats into my ear So soft that I can barely hear Tearing me apart deep down inside I just want it to end, and peace to reside It offers power and darkness to me How lost I am I just cannot see Part of me begs to again find the light But the greed overcomes and darkens my sight I've lost who I was to fear and hate And now I'm trapped and think its too late Tears spring to my eyes as I lift them high Seeking wisdom and answers that aren't based on lies The mask fades, the lie I built To block the pain and heart wrenching guilt Looking at the cracked reflection of my face All I see is a failure and a disgrace A monster that I myself have created Is now the very person to be hated The choices spin around in my head As I stand here now wishing I was dead Could I give it all up and run away? Or lose myself to evil and stay? I let go of the light and embrace the dark Crushing the old me leaving not a spark The ember in the ashes eventually dies out Leaving an empty shell full of doubt Clutching my weapon I scream Wishing it all was a dream But it is real, I am real And I just want it all to heal Instead I stand here, taking deep breaths No friend but my shadow who hasn't yet left Inside it hurts but outside it sleeps So I'll stand here again as it silently reaps
-Esther L. Krenzin- -Roguesong-
I wrote this poem for Kylo Ren, because I feel bad for him. He's gone through so much, and is so conflicted and sad. I wrote this so that I, and others can understand him better. I hope you liked it. Peace out, Roguesong.