ThePoet

ThePoet May 2016

The dusk made up of darkness
The dawn contained of light
As you were the break of day
I was the shadow of night

The bad made up of blackness
The good contained of white
As I was everything wrong
You were everything right

ThePoet Apr 2016

• Bipolar •

Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start

ThePoet Mar 2016

• Who Are We To Judge? •

Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?
To feel minds can be limited?

ThePoet Mar 2016

• Love •

What is it like to be touched
by the touch, of the one
you have dreamed
of and longed for so much?

What is it like to be loved
by the love, of the one
you have begged
for to the heavens above?

ThePoet Mar 2016

• Inspiration •

Inspiration was never
derived from what I saw
and admired, never
from what I felt
and desired. I found
it in a place where
I was weak and prone,
with broken bones,
unknown to the world
and alone on my own