There's a man a very misunderstood man who hides behind the mask of a jester He has flaws lots of them He uses these flaws to make people laugh He thought making other people laugh will make him happy but he was wrong Besides, who wants to be laughed at anyway So he tries to give out a serious aura but it's too late The damage has already been done and it's his fault It's his fault that he's misunderstood Maybe deep inside, he just doesn't know what makes him happy He has a lot of dreams but seems to be very far from achieving them He lost a lot of people in his life People he loved so much He still has people left in his life that he loves so much but just doesn't seem to know how to show that love and that affection What's wrong with this man? He seems to be lost in this labyrinth called life He doesn't know where to start again He has been eaten up by the system The daily grind of a life in the city just to make ends meet He is in too deep What's wrong with this man? Does heaven have a place for the misunderstood?
This pandemic has taken a lot of lives People from around the world are affected It does not choose It affects everyone regardless of the color of their skin, the country they're from, their status in life, their age, their ****** orientation or their religion But maybe this is what the world needs to remind each and everyone of us that we are all human and that we need each other This may be what will unite all of us Something that does not select its victim Something that is not seen by the naked eye Something that does not care We are all in this together fighting as a unit in the face of adversity
Her name is Carla She is my rock The sight of her makes me feel that everything is going to be OK I will love her until by last breath She has given me her whole life Everything she does is always for my well-being She loves me unconditionally All throughout her life, she has made sacrifices just to make sure that I'll be OK We don't have the perfect relationship but it doesn't matter because I love her so much No one can take that love away because she is my mother and she will always be until the day I die
You left me on a September night right where we had our first drink I already saw it coming You were cold You always wanted to have the talk whenever I said I love you As if those words didn't matter anymore I wanted to believe that the reason you left is for our own good but I honestly don't know if that's true because it hurt so much It hurts that for a rare time I chose to be vulnerable, it was for someone like you who chose a different path You chose the path of success and obviously, I wasn't gonna be a part of it
I so longed for you since I was a child I'll never forget your touch; oh so mild you were years ahead of me; I didn't care all that mattered was your beauty; oh so rare
There are times when I want to talk to someone about poetry but there is no one around No one to talk to about the best metaphor or about the right words to express how I feel I am all alone in this Whenever I mention about the written word, I see a subtle smirk on their faces and that hurts so much for someone who has given his all for the craft It is a lot worse than being stripped off of all your clothing It is being stripped off of your very soul
My childhood was happiness It wasn't perfect It was actually bittersweet but I was happy The innocence of a child As I grew up, life smacked me right across the face I learned that life will never be what you planned it to be It made me experience tragedy, happiness, disappointment, and pain; lots of it It made me stronger and wiser But if I will be given the chance, I would go back to being that kid again because life was so much simpler back then
Tired, lying in my bed and yet I couldn't sleep Thinking of the thousand moments in my life when I could've made a better decision, a better choice My life may have ended up in a better place These thoughts keep me up all night They haunt me but it's too late and what hurts most is I have to live with those decisions for the rest of my life
Special thanks to @Zelyn for inspiring me to write this.
In a world full of discriminate fools people of color tend to break the rules but the worst we can do is give an excuse to satisfy their hunger for racial abuse
Imagine a world with no religion, no politics, no race, no country, no rich, no poor and no divide Just a world as one A utopia However, if a utopia is a figment of the imagination, then what kind of world are we living in now?
It's 2:00 AM but I am wide awake Thinking of the right colors to paint on my empty canvas Poetry has been my refuge It has been my outlet for creativity, my outlet for happiness and my outlet for sadness It gives me great pleasure to look for the right words to say It is the manifestation of my artistry
Seeing her smile completes my day Giving color to rhymes I say Looking back to the time I first saw your face Nothing else mattered, I was in outer space
Eight hours of almost everyday to make the corporate machine richer by the second while we sacrifice our dreams, our families and our passion to put food on our plates, to put a roof on our heads and to provide education for our children, the hope of our future when in fact, it is our right as people to have them in the first place
I live this life without you and it hurts so much I would give up everything to have one last touch The devil devoured me by the darkness of hatred I look into the mirror the monster it created
I miss the song the waves sing The calming sound when it crashes against the shore Sun-kissed breeze stroking the skin The moon reflecting brightly off the sea Listening to Marley as time passes without notice Chill vibe that only the island can bestow
A year has passed since I saw that face You left me alone without a single trace Memories came back, those which I regret Memories of you I once struggled to forget
Please don’t judge me by the way I look What we read is the content of a book I may not be pleasing to your discriminating eyes but I have people who love me, they have reasons why
Politicians, we hate them the most Irony is a funny thing The people we hate the most are the people who can actually carry out the change that we so greatly desire
I have lost the path that you once paved I continue to struggle as I look down your grave I didn’t want to fail you I know you raised me well If only you were here, there’s so much I want to tell
The sun rises very early Waves are calling, soothing what is typically a troubled mind Sharing a lonely view with those who need a temporary escape from the perplexities of a broken life
Living in a society where the culture of elitism is the norm Poverty, a mortal sin Those in the upper echelons dictate the standards The rich becomes richer The poor becomes poorer Equal opportunity is nothing more than an idea from a simpleton's mind Change, merely spoken promises
We were cursed for the sins of our past because I knew what we had will never last You will always be my biggest mistake You will always be my greatest heartache
She was a parasite, a user no doubt but it was a situation I couldn’t get out because she had already cast her spell I drank her poison I fought but I fell
And there you were in a cold, breezy night looking at my eyes, what a perfect sight I wished the night wouldn’t let go I hate to admit but I missed you so
It's been months I can feel the loneliness sinking in It's summer but the air seems a bit cold Alone while trying to relate to an anti-romance movie Back to square one where it is the emptiest Reminiscing naive memories of hoping for an idealistic romantic situation only to be shredded by the harsh realities of life
Our children will be loved, I know that’s true Because I will love them as much as I love you For us to go through this cruel world together That will be my ultimate prayer
Now that I’ve moved on, I should be grateful You were a lesson learned, and now I’m careful I cannot believe I ever became that stupid to fall in love with someone like you, thanks a lot cupid!
In this pursuit of purpose I continue to struggle Every step I take I trip and I stumble Maybe this life is just not for me Call me a pessimist but that’s what it seems to be
You tell your story like it’s an unending sorrow yet there’s always a promise of a bright tomorrow I know true love is what you always wanted but loving him is wrong because he takes you for granted