#liveon
I don't know you
It's Friday
I feel a silent connection
that probably isn't there
and you probably don't care
but it's Friday.
you woke up another day
you wrote another poem
this one,
about ballet
I do ballet, it's horrible and make me suffer
but it's worth it
i'll watch you heal
everyday
i'll see you live on
forever and always
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:43 PM UTC
Things that touch
Our life
A day with sunshine
Night with calm moon
Little bit of rain
Little bit of shade
Little bit of magic
Little bit of music
Little bit of silence
Little bit of madness
Words of trust
Time of honesty
To whom it is
Concerned
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 9:34 PM UTC
Life we keep going,
Even when you’re gone.
The wind, still blowing.
The sun still shining in the dawn.
The thunder and fire
That shook your soul.
The endless tire that
Took its toll.
You ripped away the mold
And sold your bruised truths.
Time ensues,
Continues.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
lonely nights
show us the darkest sight
of our strength and weakness
to our partner it could bring stress
if you're strong enough
then its fine
else for your partner time is tough
you may act like swine
your heart just give reasons
its our brain that do the calculations
its OK to have an insane heart
but an insane mind can lit spark
from the number of incident
we choose a single moment
where our heart beats loud
and to judge, our insane mind, we allow
the mind come up with harsh decision
but our heart has its own vision
it chooses the one suits
and to negotiate, this decision, it recruits
its us who know;
every moment and incident
don't let your feelings flow
they (partner) may not find it decent!
we must respect every living being
and not take them for granted;
just because they respect our feeling.
our act may get a negative image planted!
if you love the person
love their decision!
and if you can't
simply make space and move on!!
we don't have any right to hurt someone
coz everyone is special in their own.
and what if they hurt you?
its your decision if you want to continue
don't leave any stone unturned
don't let your feelings burn
but to force someone to love
is inhuman hereof!
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 2:15 AM UTC
When you left me, you took my life away
and made me a laughing stock on display.
When I left you, I started breathing again;
healed of every wound, relieved of all the pain!
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
I use to know a little boy
Who would get up every morning
Look in his bathroom mirror
And find a reason to smile.
Like many other kids
He was bullied,
He was bruised and laughed upon.
But despite all that
He still found a reason to get up each morning
Look in the mirror
And find a reason to smile
But like most good things,
There came an end.
For at the age of eight
This little boy lost a part of his heart.
His sister had died.
The one who took care of him
When no one else did.
The one who was there for him
When no one else could
The one who was now gone
That on one else could replace.
After that his life sundered into an abbess,
An agonizing chain of death and regrets
That this little boy received
That would put the most strong and masculine of men
Into a ball of tears in the corner.
Death of a family member
Of someone the little boy held dear
Either died, or came to a point
Where they might as well be dead.
Each time this happened
The smile in the mirror
That the little boy use to be able to form
Turned into tears, and a blank face
Until the smile came nevermore.
He had nothing left.
His heart that was once filled with joy,
Now just an empty ***** in his cheats…
One day, as the kid became older and bolder
He wrote a letter to his parents
With kind, sweet words to let them know
That he would hurt no more.
He took his parents out that day
For one last day of fun,
One last day of smiles
Upon his parents faces,
One last day to say’
“I Love you, goodbye.”
When the night came out
So did his letter
Upon his bed
As he grabbed his shotgun
And snuck out the window.
He sat out in that pasture
For what seemed like an eternity
Until the tears stopped
As he slowly loaded the barrel
Pointed it in his mouth.
Took a deep breath.
And pulled the trigger.
His body fell to the ground.
Tears coming out,
But he wasn’t crying.
No sobs came from his throat.
No movement of his body,
Other than the tears coming out of his eyes.
After what seemed like hours,
He picked himself up off the grassy ground,
Grabbed his gun that jammed up,
Snuck back into his window,
Hid the letter and gun again,
And went back to bed.
The next morning he is greeted by his parents
Who simply say, “Morning.”
Give the kid a smile and a hug
And continue with their morning routine.
After trying not to cry,
But failing after the boy walked away,
Ran to his bathroom
And looked in the mirror.
Though there were tears in his eyes
And sobs in his throat
He looked into the mirror
And found a reason to smile once again.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
If I were to die
Later, tomorrow, or now
Would anyone care?
Will my death affect the world?
I know it will
Though I may be hated at home
I know
There is someone out there
Who's willing to hear me out
I can't give up yet
Because I'd rather be miserable
Than, make the person who loves me miserable
I can still live another day
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 3:20 AM UTC
Life is Death, but also the wake you have created.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
For thirty-three years I have been
the person for the abuse, power, and
long-suffering coming from others.
For thirty-three years, I've been ****** up.
My love may have seem real, but
to others love was surreal to fantasy.
I am ****** off-
the trail of the inevitable battles
over my head-
from uncle to brothers to
an angry *** grandfather who
took my dignity in the grave with him.
Yet, this uncle still walks freely
through the doors and walkways,
and up and down hills-
I am ****** off.
What justice I seek- only
a hush for repentance
and forgiveness- but I been
through the gates of hell-
from entrance to another,
his tool goes wild, and I am
forced to kick the teeth out of
his mouth-
And when growing and showing up
to the faces of the universe,
I have lived the fear of rejection and hate-
all I have experienced was rejection and hate.
There is no one who understands-
the story of my life.
The assaults of *** physical abuse, and
tyranny I have was the demon I want no more.
The guilt of my mind-
the obedience of such gross fantasies
and the tears I share of lost
friendships have made an angry face.
But for thirty-three years nothing has
worked for me- there has to be a new path:
I had to seek repentance and forgiveness,
for hatred had to dispel from the love I
had for others.
This angry face had been exchanged
for a phat face-
the face of love, peace, and understanding;
it was the inspiration of a friend whom I
am now confused.
I am confused of dispelling love for hate
when I been living with fear.
Rejection and hate was my life-
and it became a demon in my life.
This person was drawn to my life to love me-
not love me physically,
but the love that shows my life
living in fantasy.
I was blamed to be a predator-
a reputation ruined by third party wanna-be's.
My fear was confirmed when rejection
called my name in the name of evil,
and hatred became what my friend used.
This was the person I never shared my
problems, because of his rejection.
Why was he a part of my life?
What brought us together?
I am not the **** in the closet-
I am the hetro living in the dark.
I had nowhere to go, and I
trusted that this could be discussed.
And here I thought I was weak.
I have been through so much
that it hurt me to see my best friend go.
I became angry faced-
the loss of friendship over
my actions, now blamed for
harassment and stalking when
I see surveillance in the eyes
of my life.
Why do I have to learn this lesson?
Who do I learn with?
Where is my understanding?
Why do they not understand?
I am none of the things the
universe declares me; and yet
no light they cannot see in me.
Why did you fake me?
Why do you block me of my
freedom to say my story?
What is your story?
What love do you have if
someone sniped me?
I changed my view on love,
because the hate I've been
misjudged on for thirty-three years.
This ******* society is so messed up;
I have to live according to a
controlling and confused society.
You are like the rest-
put an act on, in front of friends,
and then when trouble comes
or the annoying person is
around, your on your way
to the hermit station.
I do not understand you;
I was not able to find
peace within you; and
I am confused about your love.
In fact, the only confirmation
I got was when someone else
said I tricked them until a
business gig that was never paid.
And when I was blamed for lying,
I knew you people only put me out.
The most hateful thing to do is to lie
about one thing to save your reputation
to ruin others.
The reality is that you place angry faces
on those you love, but do not
understand agape for your own fantasies
are stuck elsewhere.
I am still trying to put the pieces together,
but I do know where the missing pieces are-
they are connected to you-
Until you understand the agape love-
we will both be missing love and peace
for each other in disguised of hatred.
You only hide me to forget me,
but it is the Heavenly hosts who destined us.
I now seek spiritual guidance;
I need to forget you;
I need to understand why I should;
And while I wish you begin to
understand, I realize that this, too
only a fantasy.
I only ask that someone take away
this rejection and hatred from me.
I fear that I will not see my
friend, again-
but who wants someone in their
life who is not understanding,
always faking me in front of others
than hiding me inside a closet-
abusing power over love?
I only know rejection and pain,
who wants to introduce me to
the Happy Face?
It is music which I found you;
It was the creative mind-
when you turned to the left side,
your subconscious has taken away
the right brain empathy,
which was taken for me.
Only hope is what is left;
The hope for new
found agape love and peace.
Let me allow my story-
let me allow my understanding;
let me allow you to tell me.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Life has ups and downs.
Never knowing where you'll end up.
You can feel that something will happen soon, but what?
People never know untl it happens.
So dont try or beg God to tell.
Live one, or you will never know what the future holds.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC