Why is your opinion the only one that matters?
So stubborn and unreasonable it causes emotional scatter

My wholesome intentions are now twisted and skewed
Is it so hard to sympathize with another point of view?

I can be two things at once rational and empathetic
Couldn't you then be sensible and sympathetic?

You don't understand, but that doesn't make me wrong
My intentions, rationale and viewpoint also belong  

Guilty for doing what I feel is right and ****** if I don't
You could just be kind and support me, but I know you won't


You say I have a choice, but I know what that means
An order of silent treatment with a side of love liens

If I'm picking battles this is not one I'm fighting to win
The victory with a punishment that doesn't match the sin

Ultimately, it isn't the end of the world if I don't get my way
Respecting my reasons are not black and white, just simply grey

Even if you can't understand the picture to see my play

I'm tired and just trying my best not to take it to the mat

This time couldn't you just respect and trust me anyway

After all these years...

Haven't I earned that?

your gunpowder steel
on my sycamore blues
haunted by vanity
on a string just out of reach
escape the perpetual debt
we have to our makers
captive in sun strewn streaks of shade
never to feel the warmth of its gaze
willingly judged by sunburnt noses
for being less than
I just want to sparkle
in the ultraviolence.

I don’t write to get called good
I write to be understood
Do you understand?

I don’t write for petty praise
That would be a waste of my days
My poems are my own extended hand

I just want people to see
What it’s like to be me
And who I really am

Though my poems are called “good”
I am still misunderstood
When will somebody understand?

I have a heart made of gold 
Shatters hurt to be strong
I don't know what you've been told .

I admit you misunderstood
I never lose my frame to win the game
I do cry , being hurt isn't a sham 
Victory comes after for those who suffer the pain .

I admit you misunderstood
Saying my heart is cold 
Didn't want it to be broke 
Your words are fake 
Even your hands seems hard to hold

I admit I misunderstood
You once said you're just a human 
We all humans , we do sin
Yet your lies cause pain 
It becomes hard to hold your image next to mine anymore. 
The brain became empty , sore 
The heart saying no more

I admit I misunderstood
Take a set , enjoy the falling rain 
you gonna meet me again 
So be gentle not vain 

By : R.El

i can't see a way out of the dark
all i need is a flicker
a glimmer
a spark

we're waiting to bloom
waiting to make plans
if everyone feels this way too
why does it seem like they don't understand?

all they do is relate and compare
and maybe they aren't completely aware
but it hurts just the same
cause i still feel the pain of it

i feel so alone
not even fully grown
but ready to make
a new house a home

My fingers got numb
holding the pen
while I wrote those words
for you to read

Yes, those words that did not even
get the chance
for you to glance
at them

You did not understand
the numbness in my hand
how would you ever understand
the numbness in my mind

That followed after those
words met their fate
and flow down the drain

Makes me wonder
will anybody be numb
once I met
my fate?

Just go talk to him
you'll see what I see
behind all his faux toughness
is a deeper story trying to flee
and while most see masculinity
behind his walls, I observe his insecurity