What If?What if we all joined hands, came together?What If?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if we laughed a little more?
What if we loved all?
What if we put our minds together?
What if we sang and danced out loud?
What if we greeted each day with a smile?
What if every side was the bright side?
What if life isn't actually that hard?
What if power didn't matter?
Something Beyond Understanding..::Something Beyond Understanding::..Something Beyond Understanding3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We must all face hardships
To prove who we are
But why can't we say it?
Why must it be proven?
To fight and struggle
Shed blood for those we love
And live with so many scars
These acts of selflessness
They pulse life into undeserved fear
Because those of us with very little
Cannot afford to lose everything
Although he understands this
He continues to discard pieces of himself
Because it is all he knows
Usurped of youth and selfish thought
Darkness is a light
Fighting and struggling
For something beyond its understanding
Manipulating its roots within his mind
Pleading him to cut out all things important
Because it is loneliness that he deserves
And he believes the lies that the shadows feed
Far too much trust breathes within his heart
A heart which, should it bequeath to another,
Would ensure internal desperation
But he is strong
Knowing all too well the caress of bereavement
Having fought and struggled his entire life
I'm Waiting...Seven hours a dayI'm Waiting...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five days a week
Two hundred days a year
I sit in my chair and ponder.
These symbols on my arm
And scribbles on my notebook
Are just few of the things
That allow for entertainment.
For I'm just one of many
Enclosed by stone brick walls
The only light I find
Is from the bolted windows
An outside world
We are prohibited from entering
Because the only place where we can learn
Is here, in the classroom
And with every passing hour
For a life that I am promised
For the passing of notes
Whispers, snickers in the halls
Bearing judgements at a glance;
I don't stand a chance.
To make something of myself
For my grades to come out
For my label to be made.
For a schedule
For a friend
For a deadline
For a break.
To be ranked for my attire
By the others who feel trapped
When the load is too much
When there's no fighting the system.
As every day repeats itself
For the tests to come back
For the books to clos