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Sep 2022 · 147
• Truth Tellers •
ThePoet Sep 2022
They oppose the poor
and the truth tellers,
deflecting modesty
among the crowd

They close the door
with the gossiping sellers,
rejecting honesty
strong and proud
Dec 2020 · 310
• Bodies •
ThePoet Dec 2020
We were gifted sleep so we could only
have visions of madness
And bestowed eyes that would only
cry tears of sadness

We were granted arms so we could only
fend against the violence
And blessed with ears that would only
hear ignores and silence

We were gifted hands so we could only
hold the weight of the earth
And bestowed minds that would only
think less of our worth

We were granted feet so we could only
run away from the dangers
And blessed with hearts that would only
confide in the strangers

We were gifted lives so we could only
plea for our own deaths
And bestowed lungs that would only
breathe meaningless breaths

We were granted mouths so we could only
converse in our screams
And blessed with bodies that would only
feel alive in our dreams
Jul 2020 · 244
• Dark Expressions •
ThePoet Jul 2020
Why do we use dark impressions
to help heal our broken souls?
When we are simply just killing
what has already been destroyed

Why do we use dark expressions
to help patch our wounded holes?
When we are merely just filling
emptiness within an empty void
Jun 2020 · 692
• Borderline •
ThePoet Jun 2020
The heart never stops sinking
And it’s felt low and immensely
High and intensely

An emotional seizure

The mind never stops thinking
And it’s thought deep and over caring
Cold and overbearing

Death is our leisure
Borderline Personality Disorder
Oct 2019 · 987
• Lines •
ThePoet Oct 2019
Sometimes we find
that our inners hide
Unable to break free
from their confines
So we let them grow
and overflow inside
To course through the
veins of all our lines
May 2018 · 2.8k
• Monster •
ThePoet May 2018
I wasn’t
born a
I was
raised a
Apr 2018 · 1.7k
• Salvation •
ThePoet Apr 2018
I remember salvation
on the days when I fell
It would call my name
from the depths of hell
And bring me back to
what I always knew
That God would save
me and save you too

But I don't hear my name called anymore
Mar 2018 · 2.3k
• Pretenders •
ThePoet Mar 2018
I only pretend with pretenders
And contend with contenders
I'm only giving to the givers
And forgiving to forgivers

I'm only strange with strangers
And dangerous with dangers
I'm only hateful to the haters
And traitorous to traitors
Oct 2017 · 3.9k
• Bearable •
ThePoet Oct 2017
Just because
I bear
the pain,
it doesn’t
mean it’s
Jul 2017 · 5.7k
• Left Behind •
ThePoet Jul 2017
I'm scared of the tears

that I don't cry

The days like this

that I don't die

I'm scared of the pain

that slips my mind

It comes back harder

than what I left behind
Feb 2017 · 4.2k
• Emotions •
ThePoet Feb 2017
I have oceans of emotions
but my mind is numb
These shallow lines of confines
my words have become

I've been strong for so long
but it's made me weak
And these screams in my dreams
are the whispers I speak
Dec 2016 · 9.3k
• Time •
ThePoet Dec 2016
I'm running out of time
And the clock is ticking fast
But I'm trying to erase
All the damage in my past

I'm running out of time
And these minutes never last
But the darkness that I face
Is the shadow that I cast
Nov 2016 · 3.2k
• Red Ink •
ThePoet Nov 2016
Bound by

this rule

In this

chaos I think

My pain is

my fuel

And my blood

is my ink
Aug 2016 · 5.0k
• Unconditional •
ThePoet Aug 2016
In the softness
of my heart
In the hardness
of my mind
I'm searching
for my hate of
you, but love
is all I find
Jul 2016 · 6.0k
• Belonging •
ThePoet Jul 2016
I walked once
through this door

But the door
remains never open

I felt belonging
here once before

But the before
remains now broken
Jul 2016 · 3.0k
• Words •
ThePoet Jul 2016
The words will come
when you're sound asleep
And you've lost it all
and have nothing to keep

When your mind is shallow
and your pain is deep
And your eyes resemble
the clouds that weep

The words will come.....
May 2016 · 4.7k
• Greed •
ThePoet May 2016
I feel the selfishness beginning to sprout
Growing vast in a world already at stake
I can only see two hands reaching out
The right will give as the left will take

The world thirsts for the rush of greed
If we had it all we would still want more
We claim we care for the ones in need
When all of our riches feed off the poor
May 2016 · 4.1k
• Contrast •
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
Apr 2016 · 8.3k
• Bipolar •
ThePoet Apr 2016
Rushing ecstasy
Intensive flow
Rising high
Crashing low
Raging apathy
Falling apart
Chaotic outbreak
Back to the start
Mar 2016 · 9.1k
• Who Are We To Judge? •
ThePoet Mar 2016
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?
Feb 2016 · 3.4k
• Nothingness •
ThePoet Feb 2016
You gave

strength to my


power to my


purpose to my


something to my

Dec 2015 · 2.8k
• Human Shield •
ThePoet Dec 2015
I try to protect your
heart from what I never
could endure or take
I try to fix your mess
while I make the
same repeated mistake
I try to fight your wars
but can't stand on
my own battlefield

because I could never
protect myself, and instead
I became a human shield
Dec 2015 · 4.4k
• Nostalgia •
ThePoet Dec 2015
We reminisce

each passing year,

and forget what

is already here.

We only live the

moments and await,

for another sad

and nostalgic state.
Dec 2015 · 4.7k
• Broken •
ThePoet Dec 2015
I could never be calmed
by one who's in control

I could never be taught
by one who has it all

I could never be filled
by one whose heart is whole

But I could only be healed
by another broken soul
Nov 2015 · 32.7k
• Depression •
ThePoet Nov 2015
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken.

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken.

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken.

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open.
Nov 2015 · 2.5k
• Confined •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There is a world of blessing  
that is awaiting to surround me,
but piles of dust and ashes
are the only things around me

There is a world of beauty
that is awaiting to find me,
but this prison of darkness 
has locked and confined me
Nov 2015 · 7.3k
• Imagination •
ThePoet Nov 2015
There are no limits within a dream
Insanity at its most extreme
Imagination aged the child
It made me strong, it made me wild

I have ocean secrets growing deep
They're mine to ponder, mine to keep
Creativity taught and raised the kid
It gave me hopes in the places I hid
Nov 2015 · 3.0k
• Pretend •
ThePoet Nov 2015
A sadness I had

created for myself

that killed my

heart in the end,

was I never had you

to have lost you

and I can't blame you

for my pretend.
Oct 2015 · 5.5k
• Reverse •
ThePoet Oct 2015
If only I had erased my thoughts 
before I could think,

and suffocated myself 
before I could sink.

If only I had undone my knots 
before I was twisted,

and ended my existence 
before I existed.
Oct 2015 · 3.4k
• Trade •
ThePoet Oct 2015
I would dry your eyes if it
meant drowning in your tears

I would calm your demons if it
meant falling with your fears

I would fight your struggles if it
meant suffering your strife

I would trade your death if it
meant giving you my life
Oct 2015 · 7.7k
• Innocence •
ThePoet Oct 2015
The innocence in your
nature robbed you 
of all that you ever had

Your pure intentions 
always left you lost
and misunderstood

You used to be a good 
person afraid of all
that was deemed bad

But now you’re a bad
person afraid of all
that was deemed good
Oct 2015 · 1.6k
• Translation •
ThePoet Oct 2015
The soul is the body of the heart,

The heart conceives the feeling,

The feeling births the mind,

The mind impregnates the thought,

And while the thought is in labour,

It breeds a child named,

Oct 2015 · 1.7k
• In-Between •
ThePoet Oct 2015
If only there could have been
Some type of an in-between
That could take me for awhile
To a world that I've never seen

It's not that I want to come
It's just I don't want to go
It's not that I want a high
It's just I don't want a low

I don't want myself without
But I don't want myself within
I don't want to commit to good
But I don't want to commit to sin 

It's not that I want to win
It's just I don't want to lose
It's not that I want a mystery
It's just I don't want the clues

I don't want to say hello 
But I don't want to say goodbye
I don't want myself to live
But I don't want myself to die

If only there could have been
Some type of an in-between
That could take me for awhile
To a world that I've never seen
Oct 2015 · 1.9k
• You & Me •
ThePoet Oct 2015
Let me take your heart
to where it should lie,
in a place that consists
of only you and I.

Let me take your heart 
to where it should be,
in a world that exists
for only you and me.
Sep 2015 · 1.6k
• World •
ThePoet Sep 2015
I live in my
own world,
inside of this
cruel world,
awaiting the
next world.
Sep 2015 · 4.2k
• Distance •
ThePoet Sep 2015
I took a step
back, and I
watched as
you cried,
because if
I took a step
forth, I would
have watched
as you died.
Sep 2015 · 2.8k
• Grievance •
ThePoet Sep 2015
I can't handle
another death,
leaving me out here
cold and alone.

And I can't handle
another mourn,
leaving me lifeless
as a hollow stone.

I can't handle
another grievance,
letting you go to
a world unknown.

Because to save
your precious life,
I would give infinite
deaths of my own.
Sep 2015 · 4.6k
• Stranger •
ThePoet Sep 2015
I looked at 
you close, 
to find you a 
stranger now.
I looked at 
you closer, 
to find you 
always were 
Sep 2015 · 2.4k
• Beat •
ThePoet Sep 2015
I'm physically
in pain,
and I'm
Sep 2015 · 1.8k
• Mind •
ThePoet Sep 2015
I reside in the
depths of my mind
I left the truth outside
for one to find
I'm not subconscious
or well aware
I'm half awake
and without a care
Sep 2015 · 5.2k
• Paradox •
ThePoet Sep 2015
I've only been affected 
by anything other 
than affection
The only plan made
was to never have 
anything planned
I've only been 
perfect at living as 
an imperfection
The only thing I
understood was how 
much I didn't understand
Aug 2015 · 9.1k
• Born •
ThePoet Aug 2015
I don't wish
for myself to die,
but I wish that
I was never born.
I wouldn't die
after I'm broken,
but I'd be dead
before I'm torn.
Aug 2015 · 1.7k
• Free •
ThePoet Aug 2015
So long as there's freewill,
we may never be free.
Aug 2015 · 1.4k
• Without •
ThePoet Aug 2015
It is not the
existence of God
in which I find
myself a doubt,
but the existence
of my own in
which I find
myself without.
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
• Harm •
ThePoet Aug 2015
And if I
were to ask
God to protect
me from harm,
I would be
asking God to
protect me
from myself.
Jul 2015 · 3.4k
• Rest •
ThePoet Jul 2015
My bed was
into a grave,
my blanket
was fabricated
out of dirt,
and now my
sleep is calm
as a wave,
I rest in a
place where I'll
never be hurt.
Jun 2015 · 2.3k
• Breached •
ThePoet Jun 2015
I spent
my life
designing a
between myself
and the
world of
But the
border was
breached by
a world
so sick,
with hearts
of stone
and minds
of brick.
May 2015 · 2.5k
• Debt •
ThePoet May 2015
I'm in
debt feeding
illness and
I'm too
mentally broke.
Apr 2015 · 2.4k
• Unnoticed •
ThePoet Apr 2015
I told you I would
leave, but I never
said goodbye
I told you it
would end, but I
never said it'd die
I deleted you out
of my life, but I
never had you blocked
I closed the door
to you, but I
never had it locked
Mar 2015 · 13.2k
• Oppression •
ThePoet Mar 2015
It is an oppression to keep me alive,

a mercy to let me die.
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