HopeWhat would you do,
When it's all over?
Would you stand up,
Straight as mountains old,
And shrug your shoulders?
It might be;
Your final end.
But would it be worse,
If you had waited?
How could you have known,
This was it?
Would you have just stood,
Back like rivers bold,
And watched it's demise?
Like pariah zealots above,
Gazing down from,
Black flower skies?
Why should you,
Have thought to reconsider?
Would you have just given up,
And let minute things,
Slip by and slide away?
Was it to be your own idiocy?
Or breath of ignorance,
Destroying the fragile dark,
From the mighty light;
This very day?
What was it that made you,
Stay here to breathe?
Was it that inky niggle in,
The chaos of your mind,
And that instinct within,
To just carry on and cope?
Most would declare that,
You are an angel,
But some say without
Courage: there is only hope.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
Elements Of NaturePeople can no longer cover their eyes,
As the whips of lightning flash,
In the hemisphere of stormy skies.
But what is the reason for the rain,
To wash away the woe and the pain?
People can no longer turn their backs,
As the cries of thunder smash,
On the surface of torrential tracks.
But what is the reason for the wind,
That listens to lies and turns you blind?
People can no longer hide their graces,
As the howls of raindrops lash,
By the mirror of flooded faces.
But what is the reason for the hail,
It can only maim the voices that fail?
The Tears Of The EarthWhat would you do if the world stopped,
Spinning and swirling to a systematic halt?
Would you climb to a mountain majestically high,
Raise your eyes up to the finite electric universe,
And reflect on the redemption of a death so diverse.
Veins line the black with faults of blood,
And I can hear the crazed howls of horror,
Erupt up from the centre of an empty Earth.
Screams swell to scorch the skies above me,
Where sunlight fades to freeze the faces I see.
What would you do if the world finished,
Falling and frolicking to a fatalistic end?
Would you swim to a sea seductively low,
Embrace your demise in that endless dark space,
And regret on the reclamation of a pitiless place.
Bones cover the gray with scars of greed,
And I can hear the fazed sighs of sorrow,
Burst forth from the core of an eccentric Earth.
Calls condemn to curse the cries around me,
Where twilight dies to damn the dead I free.
Escape From RealitySometimes when I close my eyes,
I dream of a calmer time when I didn't cry.
To slumber alone in those sunshine days,
Where I was at peace: away from the craze,
Yet I fear I'm wondering lost in their urban plague.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I escape to a darker place where I can die.
To linger awhile in that luminous night,
Where I can be content: caught in the daze,
Yet I know I'm struggling now in this hopeless phase.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I think of a serene dawn while I sigh.
To vacate away in that voidless space,
Where I shall be alive: independent of that maze,
Yet I wake I'm choking air in that distant place.
But I'm just silently screaming!
From all this dismal dreaming,
When all my tears are sorrowfully streaming!
From my horrid heart that's bleeding,
Can't you see how hard I'm pleading!
Eleusinian Mysteries: The Trickery Of HadesIn harmony the Fates did decry a destiny,
That whomsoever ate or drank with heinous Hades,
Would spend their echoing days with him in eternity.
Anguished Demeter crumbled onto the marble floor,
As she cried out to Persephone through the void of a door.
Hermes in haste raced along to Hades,
With a missive to mediate Persephone's ransom,
Yet Hermes could not invite her out of an illusion of ladies.
Frustrated Hermes broke apart the perceptive tapestry,
To see poor Persephone dazed forlorn in direful travesty.
Hades knew of the Fates words of wisdom,
And so he handed Persephone a pick of pomegranates,
Erudite in his keen knowledge of his kingdom.
Poisoned Persephone would never be free of Hades grasp,
His curse of time would sting her like the wasp.
Persephone was then released in reluctance,
By Hades into the hands of hesitant Hermes,
Who suspected Hades of tricking Persephone into a trance.
Relinquished Persephone never knew she was to return,
Her burden in her heart to see Hades again
ForgetYou remember nothing,
How my love for you in the end,
Was taken apart in front of my eyes.
I thought you were once my friend,
But now I understand the truth in your lies.
You think of me with such spite,
Why are you the one to tell me,
What is wrong and what is right?
Your passion was blind but I made you see,
I remember everything.
Doctor DeathDoctor Death will see you now,
"What is it that pains you?" asks he,
"I have a burning in my breast," says I,
"Looks like a coronary in your chest," says he,
And his cure travels down into my veins of a tree.
Doctor Death will hear you soon,
"What are your ailments?" asks he,
"I suffer from an amorous affliction," says I,
"Seems to me your an addict of addiction," says he,
And his prescription cuts out all that could be free.
Doctor Death will meet you here,
"What is this illness of yours?" asks he,
"I'm dying from a disease," says I,
"This emancipation I'll tame with ease," says he,
And his remedy calmed my rage like the turning of a key.
UntitledI smile when it rains,
It drives away the black passion and the scarlet pain,
Tearing up my white flesh again and again.
It's the only thing that keeps me sane,
When everything else is driving me insane.
I smile when it snows,
It covers up these ruby scars that will forever show,
Hiding silver marks on golden skin I know.
It's an antidote to this shade misery that flows,
When everyone tries to deduce my glow.
Two Sides to Every StoryCan't believe you're not here. | Can't you see I'm still here?
I thought you were my fear. | Being silent is my fear.
Now I just want you back. | I'll always have your back.
I have to keep this on track. | I will keep it on track.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. | I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm not sure what to do. | I wonder what you'll do.
A slight buzz is what I feel. | My thoughts you barely feel.
I wonder if you're real. | I promise that I'm real.
I'll never forget the pain. | I'm sorry for all the pain.
You drove me so insane. | You're not really insane.
What if it happens again? | It will never happen again.
How can I call you my friend? | You are my closest friend.
I just want to be happy. | I want you to be happy.
Can I still be me? | Can you accept me?
Stereotypes~ A poemJust because I'm Blonde,
Doesn't mean I'm dumb,
Just because I'm angry,
Doesn't mean I believe in Islam
Just because I'm Christian,
Doesn't mean I will preach,
Just because I'm Asian,
Doesn't mean I will teach
Just because I'm Jewish,
Doesn't mean that I'm greedy,
Just because I'm *black,
Doesn't mean I am needy
Just because I'm human,
Doesn't make me bad,
Just because your different,
Doesn't make me sad
*I am so terribly sorry for using that word! I know it can be offensive, and I promise that I wasn't trying to be offensive with it! I really wanted to put African-American, but unfortunately I felt that would too long! I'm so sorry!
Author's Note: I'm sorry for anybody who gets offended by this poem! I really don't want to offend anybody! So I'm really sorry if anybody does get offended.
KitesI watch your kite disappearing -
slowly slipping through your fingers
like a defiant act of love.
The laurel wreaths I crowned you with -
sweet Adonis to a maid,
shivering on your cool, wet skin.
I said that I could set you free
but you never would believe me.
White LightStars shatter into dust and echoes of light,
And for a second: everything in that ether is quiet.
I wish I was there to witness such a splendid sight,
Where once only the blackest of dark voids resided,
Wakes a cacophony of clarity from it's internal riot.
space shivers from ice and flares of light,
And for a second: everywhere in that emptiness is still.
I hope one day that I could touch it with daring delight,
While only to have my eyes of raw ignorance blinded,
Partakes a symphony of sobriety from it's external will.
The Writer's One Second SparkSense no darkness when I am wide awake and on fire,
I could do this for another second, another minute, another hour.
Oh what creativity in this cortex that blossoms like the simple flower,
How these intricate rhymes of innocent words give my heart,
Such a pounding energy of pride to recycle my writer's power.
Sense no blindness when I am wide awake and full of desire,
I could do this for another day, another week, another year.
Oh what brilliance in this brain that emotes like the complex tear,
How those delicate rhythms of distant beats give my soul,
Such a resounding spark of arrogance to rekindle my writer's fear.
from your mirror.. with loveStand at me
Glare at me
Your hair at me.
your eyes like
daggers and spears.
I'm not cruel
Letter To a StrangerYou do not recognize my name
Nor am I in knowledge of yours
Though we have never met before
I feel the need to speak with you
To tell you stories of my life
And you provide me with the same
But before we start a friendship
I wish to ask you a few things
Thus, your undivided focus
Is what I need from you right now
Can you pay fervant attention
To every word that passes my lips?
In years past, I have met people
Who love surface phenomena
And fail to dive deeper than that
Refuse to connect ideas
Will you hear the depths of my verse
And perceive me for who I am?
And many of these same people
Have done nothing to assist me
With any hardship I have faced
Have not been there to support me
Do you keep an eye out for friends
To have their backs in trying times?
When there arrives a dire moment
That requires a frank dialogue
And an unfettered honesty
Without any hesitation
Would you call out my behaviour
When it is less than savory?
All these things I ask in my search
For a deep, genuine friends
Demons in the shadows
They'll find a way
To get you.
Beatings, swallowing you.
Scars, defining you.
You know you're weak.
You can't fight a bully
When the bully's inside of you.
So What Do I Do?If only I could read your mind
If only I could interpret you emotions
Understand what you're going through
See through your eyes
Hear through your ears
Feel through your heart
If only I knew how to help you
But I can't
And I don't
And it's killing me
So what do I do?
Music is my everything
Music is my everything
Music is my soul, my life
I listen intently, feeling
as calm as the oceans surface
Music is my friends, My family
its my lullaby, our loving song
I will die saving those people
who I regaurd close to in my life
Music saves me, never lets me go
I sing along, to unknown words
Bu the makes me feel real
Im not a dream, like a person
Music saves my soul, my life,
I live for my friends, my family,
they are my everything,
they are my life, my soul,
my headphoneless music,
I will protect them
with my own life.
Music is the soul,
I will listen intently,
singing along to unknown words
Fake WonderlandA place where you want to breathe,
But you cannot get enough air.
A place that you want to leave,
But you can’t, you are in despair.
Freedom is something I wanted long ago.
They used to tie me up with a rope.
I am packing and now I am ready to go,
To rebuild, to change it all there is no hope.
In lies we have to swim every day,
To love we are not allowed anymore.
Anything you want you are not able to say,
They throw you in a room and lock the door.
A fake wonderland that no one can escape,
If your body is gone, your soul will stay.
The truth they can no longer shape,
They want to throw it to the sea away!
You freed me from this chain,
Now my soul can for a while rest.
I want to love you, but I am insane:
To alter this realm I try my best!
My voice?I tried to smile,
laugh through the pain,
but it's been a while,
I think I'm insane.
I can't hear my own voice.
The one that says what I want.
Now I have no choice.
You never did, it taunts.
It tells me what I should say.
It tells me who I am.
It tells me everyday.
Am I the lion or the lamb?
Am I as weak as I feel,
or as strong as I pretend?
Am I cold and hard as steel,
or just waiting for it to end?
Who am I?
Do I really want to know?
I end with a sigh.
The voice is telling me to go.
FragilityI desperately hold on
to the notion that I'm strong.
Yet no matter how hard I try,
I'm still fragile.
I surround myself with friends,
yet I've never felt more alone.
Anyone I ever get close to,
just ends up leaving me in the end.
A broken facade,
cracked for an instant.
Only to be sealed back up
with the glue of unwanted solitude.
I Used To BeI used to be so optimistic
I used to pray and hope and love
But I closed my eyes and lost it
And now I live in lands of frost
Growing up killed all my dreams
It made me see the World
I used to laugh and love and breathe
But now I'm caught in life so cold
I used to be so sure of living
I used to smile to myself
Unaware of the World I lived in
And unaware of strength of wealth
I'll never be what I did dream
I'll never see the world I wanted
I can't afford to still believe
In dreams that only ended haunted
Fortress of SorrowI may be broken
but you cannot mend me
You cannot get close
You will never befriend me
For I have built walls
around my shattered heart
They keep me together
and they tear me apart
They keep what is left of me
Safe from attack
They keep me bottled up
and hold my emotions back
They shield me from this blackened world
and within them I shall hide
But these cold walls are my self made prison
and I am trapped inside
They keep me from being hurt again
but they are my greatest sin
From the moment they were fabricated
I haven't let anyone in
No matter how many times
I admit that I have a problem
Nobody will ever be able to help me
Because I refuse to let them
I have become so guarded
I have imprisoned myself
I have become so untrusting
I lost faith in my own mind
I have become so lost
I have misplaced my own humanity
I have become so broken
You can never pick up the pieces
Because if you break down these walls
and breach the heart of the problem
my deepest fear
is that there will be nothing t
I'm Fine"Are you okay?"
No. I'm dying. I have to push myself to wake up in the morning, and when I finally do, I want to go back to sleep. Even my best dreams are becoming nightmares. I can't taste food, I can't stand the things I used to love. I'm breaking. I'm fading. I'm dying.
Nightmare, Nightmare!Nightmare, nightmare!
Lost and unaware.
Drowning in my despair.
Look me in the eyes;
tell me this is fair!
Shelter from these dark skies
is impossible to find.
If no one understands,
how can anyone care?
Tears fall as I stare
at my life,
a wasteland so bare.
someone hold me steady!
Help me escape this fate
before it's over;
before it's too late!
Sickness of the mind,
cruel and unkind.
no respite will I find...
Can't you hear the voices singing
of the death knell?