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
I never understood why I loved her so She was wrong for me but I couldn’t let go I was on a high when I was with her She was my ecstasy, everything else became a blur
Darkness awaits to conquer the sky As the sun sets down and bids goodbye We will gaze upon the stars of the night As we hold hands under the moon’s light
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
We always sit right here on this spot Talking about each other a lot You always had the **** sweetest smile Makes me stay just a little more while
I was always used to you just being there Always giving me this weird kind of stare I really never bothered to ask why I may talk a lot but sometimes I get a bit shy
I've always tried my best to tell you how I feel but your mere presence was already so surreal If you only knew how much I loved you from the start I would've given you what's left of my dying heart
I went back to our spot but you were already gone You waited all night long but left with someone Now I have to deal with all of the pain Losing you now has driven me insane
Here I am lying in my dying days The entirety of my life in its final phase Now I realize I should've taken that shot I should've told you everything right there on our spot
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
I am in my 30s and life passed me by I watch all these feel good movies but they don't make me feel good at all They make me feel like I missed a lot and there is no turning back There's nothing I can do but to look straight ahead
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
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
She was alone, damaged and broken Lips filled with words unspoken Her very soul conquered by fear The least she did was to shed a tear
She bore the agony of a traumatic past Nightmares haunted her like they’ll never last Her precious innocence shattered like a glass Her childhood slipped away as moments passed
But she grew stronger than ever before Her lips were in silence no more She learned to speak of that dreadful day She stood up, looked back, and put the past away
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.
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
I look at you in your short rustic dress Staring at a view you long wished to see I took a picture of you and I knew that I had everything I need in that photo Your imperfections are what makes you perfect Every rose has its thorns anyway and I love every single one of yours
To those who vowed to serve and protect Those who we look up to and respect Doing your job the right way is what we expect So please don't put your knee on the back of our neck
Rest in peace to another victim of racial bias and law enforcement brutality in the United States.
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
She waited for this perfect moment as the crystal stars lighten up the night skies She ponders on what could've been a happy ending Mistakes of the past haunt her dreams Decisions that molded the entirety of herself Her heart screams desperately for help but her lips are silent as they fear those who judge Trapped in a life that she deeply loathes Anxious of what the future holds She struggles to climb from a dark abyss full of regrets Her life moves forward as she hopes for the day of her enlightenment Just like the stars that she gazed upon throughout the night
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!
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
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
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
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
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?
Drinking alcohol on a weekend has been my constant refuge When no one wanted to listen, it does It makes me forget everything even just for a while That means so much for someone who had been through a lot Sometimes, one needs happiness even just for a while A temporary escape of a rebellious mind That no one seems to understand
Who would've thought that you will be the most beautiful woman I will ever see My world changed the moment you came and in yours, I promise to do the same
Millions cheer upon hearing his name Basking in the light of glory and fame The stage is set for another epic night Crowd roars upon catching him in sight
His words awaken the most dormant of souls Music made by a true legend of rock and roll His guitar strikes the chords of any beating heart Every one of his songs are genuine works of art
As the lights turn off and the music stops to play He goes back stage and the happiness fades away He patiently waits as the night starts to fall and drowns himself with *** drugs and alcohol
He looks into the mirror as time comes to a stop He realizes how lonely it is to be at the top He leans his head on the white wooden wall Maybe that bullet wasn't such a bad idea after all
I look at this concrete jungle Skyscrapers racing to touch the heavens above I can't help but think of all the people inside them working tirelessly to make ends meet People who don't necessarily love what they do for a living Slaves to the corporate machine Sacrificing the time that's supposed to be for their families while those at the top of the pyramid laugh at those who toil The consequences of being cogs of a broken system
Tirelessly working just to make ends meet Put food on our plates 'cause we have to eat Cruel is the world of a nobody like me and they say that I live in the land of the free
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
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?
I don’t have any flowers they were never my thing I don’t have any songs I don’t know how to sing All I know is your heart is mine to mend I’ll be yours and yours alone until my life’s end