They only fade
Never die
Not until the day
We fly

Darkness

That's all there is in this world

False teachers
False preachers
False call-themselves-believers

Have no idea how discouraged anyone else is

When they try to force them to confess and repent

As if oppression is how you give light to someone

In a world of only

Darkness

I am not a poet
But when thoughts, like rain,
Drench me in my solitude,
Words, they flow like a stream.
I am not a poet
But how can I see
The simpler joys of life,
And not create a song to be sung.
I am not a poet,
Nor an artist.
I am myself,
And you are my masterpiece.
I am not a poet,
If you are not the dream.
If I am a poet,
*Then you are what sets these pages on fire.