Broken phrases
Heap
like plastic
in our oceans

Words don't rhyme
Anymore
they're drifting further from the shore

Writing stops
abruptly.
Cause: writers block.
The words no longer flock
like birds

A heavy pen
ran out again
No ink
No colour
hands find another lover.

Sentences stay
incomplete
pushing us
towards defeat

We write
the words that discover
our lovers'
uncharted perks.

We're all just longer poems
that needed a little work.
-Tronel V.

A house is condemned
Doors boarded shut
Then someone comes along
And says “open up!”
As if the house can remove
What was left by others
Immovable, secured
Layers of construction.
The person sees the weak walls
The peeling paint and broken floors
The “condemned” sign
But can’t help but see more.
They come back with a crew
And the next things you know
This condemned house
Became a home.

Are you this house?
Broken and condemned?
Wanting some company
But can’t let anyone in?
Sometimes the repair
Is more than a one-man job.
It's okay to reach out,
Find your crew and hold on.

Woke up last night
Saw the most beautiful site
You were laying there
I couldn't help but stare

You're all I need
But I won't take the lead
You make the first move
You're helping me improve

Come lay in my bed
Cause I can't get you outta my head
We can have fun all night
Don't forget to turn down the light

Sharp guilt is a daily reminder
To improve, try, and follow through
Your pain will be the inspirational image
That allows me to properly show love for you.

Second chances, fresh piece
Guilty of being nice, cruelty
Knocks on the door proved
How much I was *******
Celebrate death on the string
You don’t have the guts now
Later, regret you’ve done right
Something special with you
It’s labelled on your head
You are different, let them ****
Mosquitoes die with a slap
Look yourself on the mirror
Put your mind fixed on good
Reel beef with the powerful
Save a lot of time without pawns
Move the queen and check mate
Proceed to be the first to act
Building a concrete base down
Stay on the top later, haters fade

I am a good man
with a good heart
I gotta slow start
But I will push hard
Because I wanna go far
Hope is what fuels my car
Me no more dream of stars
Because I learn from my scars
That life ain't always a rock guitar
So sometimes you gotta trust the artist more than the art
And if life's a bull's eye I know just the dart
That is why I wanna master these mind wars
Dreams can never be understood by pie charts
Movies taught me there can be life even on Mars
And this ain't funny at all
This what makes a nobody like me feel like Czar..Power
Hitting the rock bottom that is common its just a Part
Whats uncommonly brave is when you fight your way out of that dark spot
Because even the most beautiful firework also needs an igniting spark
And offcourse, life has got plenty of chocolates in its Jar
No matter if I find one, some or many bitter
I just need to keep looking for my sweet bar
After all I am already an Interstellar

I'm trying to be the rhyming Queen
This is the only poem I know from bone to skin
Is writing a poem all about rhyming?
There must be other something?

I want to know...
Are my words worthy to be called poems?
I only write words that I saw
And I see words as gems

I'm still an amateur
To translate my emotions to words
But I can,
Just wish me luck.

Impatience is the impairment of patience
Where it is imperative, should be noted
That the implication of impatience
Is the lack of it thereof,
That is, patience
And not having the time to
Improve upon waiting

It's not necessarily a bad thing
Sometimes it's best to rip the bandaid quickly

Pow, that's a go shot
Who to dare race a leopard?
Thumbs up, how you'll loose
Get hit by a nail, Boy?
Still breaching life insecurities
Think listening to the wise men
Put your throat out, cry out
Don't try to roar, you're never near
Crooks shoot the animal first
Pow, did you hear that?
Same **** come over again and again
Now you're wasting time
The hare in the race, you know well
Sleep if you're smart and dumb
Get rid of your comic sense, kid
You a genius, bet with real men
Kick them ***** real from their front
If you're listening to the sound
Here, hear with the another sense
Loud, voices trembling your feet
Never mind what they have to give
You don't have to give a ****
Ride across witches cursing you
Let them get the fact that
You won't surrender
Even if you're surrounded