v - Hello Poetry

v Jan 2019

i am still broken

i am still sore

all of the wounds he gave me

the ones that i have borne

though i am injured,

i am still recovering

but i will try my best

to care for my love

v Jan 2019

i am a teacher

there are but 2 reasons to be an educator;

one is to teach them about your successes,

to tell them how much you have conquered through perseverance and hardwork

about how you climbed the tallest of mountains and explored the deepest of waters

the other is to teach them about your failures,

about how you were beat down and how you lost everything

about how you were pushed into the dirt

that sometimes gritting your teeth and putting your all amounts to nothing

but you stand tall, in a room full of unlimited potential

helping along thirty unique personalities in the span of a year

how they can learn from your victories and the times you were forced to concede

so that one day, they may strive to be greater men

v Oct 2018

bed of roses

love is not a bed of roses

because looks may be deceiving

it may look attractive and inviting

beautiful petals, bold and red

however laying upon it, you would sink into the thorns

the pain of being impulsive

the pain of taking the easy way out

love is more like a bed of needles

it may appear painful at first

being tied down, sacrificing your hobbies, time, money

but laying upon it would show stability

and the best relationships overcome their hardships

for the greater good

for each other

v Sep 2018

life after -

looking into the future, i see nothing

no light, no start, no happy ending

a darkness that consumes hope

death, debt and broken dreams

what's so good about the future

because all i see is a broken me

v Jul 2018

stars

how many stars are there in the sky

twinkling lights painted on a blank canvas during the night

we count the stars that make our constellations

we count the galaxies that pass by and wonder about the light that they hold

but i can only focus on one

and during the day it burns bright

my sun

all that glitter is not gold

v Jul 2018

relationships pt.8

you don't get it
you don't understand
i'm not enough for you
i know where i stand
i'm trying my best to love you; to provide
but i know i'm not enough for you

i’m not even good enough for myself
i don’t know what to do
i struggle to keep myself afloat
to find a way to carry you too
i know i’m not strong enough
i know i can’t do anything right
all the wrongs i’ve done
were from things i thought were bright

but please don’t leave me ana
please don’t leave me again
i’m barely living while with you
when you leave i would be dead

am not as good as I used to be..

v Mar 2018

blood stains

you think you're in control

you think you can do whatever you're want

my very existence proves that you're can't

strapped on this chair thats bolted to the ground

i've brought a bat with me

sturdy, sound

swing - snap - scream

i love that voice, the noise

it brings music to my ears

scream to the heavens for help

but they will not find you here

swing - crack - groan

you're being messy

you've smeared my bat with your blood

letting it pool onto the floor

i need to teach you a lesson

just a few more

swing - thud - fall

your head droops over your chest

you look like you're about to break

that's good

you took my love away from me

ordered them to do things for your benefit

i don't do that

i know respect

you don't respect them that way

so i will teach you what respect is

with my bat that's covered with your blood stains

an old piece that follows the same style as one of my previous poems