Thoughts Around A SunsetWill I go down like the sun?
Will I go anywhere?
Something about seeing the sun going down
makes me feel like I should feel a certain deepness;
there's just so much strength and meaning to it.
It gives me that tough love, telling me I need
to be stronger; it makes me want to break all the walls in my way;
it tells me I can but it won't be anywhere near easy, tough love again.
These are feelings and fears inside of me,
but I don't know why hard work scares as well as inspires me.
Must not have anything dishonest here right now.
I feel a change or a want for a change from
the beauty and value of this sunset;
I want it and fear it so much, but I know I want it more!
The thought of being beautiful like a sunset
inspires me and makes me nervous simultaneously,
but the fear is not huge;
I can get rid of it by thinking of the greatness of what's on the other side,
Though I can never permanently exterminate it.
What's with this fear of change anyway?
I should be afraid of staying at thi
Come BackBefore my chipped wings disintegrate, they do sob.Come Back in Free Verse More Like This
The path that I thought led to a light
has brought me back to this barren desert.
My dreams of learning, growing and staying strong
are fading away.
Everything I'm made of screams;
I say I don't hear it, but I know I do
because of that place inside that always speaks the truth;
where not even a lie you've forced yourself to believe
a million times can hide.
The black, empty, cold night;
I could write thousands of fascinating words about it,
and somehow it describes me in a way I'm not entirely sure how,
but I stare at it; somehow I see my fate: dark but still beautiful
in a deep and, again, fascinating way.
Though I barely believe it, I am deeper and more complex than I think;
I just need that strength, which is not yet something I'm rich in.
The light of hope and possibility shines only on the strong
Closed eyes, while thinking,
trying to find something that is....true I guess,
but it doesn't come.
I now reach out to grab one of the m
JourneyThe journey is so much longerJourney in Free Verse More Like This
when you don't use your heart as a map, I say, while
traveling down your heavenly-rich brown hair.
Are you listening? or maybe you already knew that,
not surprising, but either way I'm filled up
with the most beautiful bliss, and you're to blame;
you and your smile that you're barely ever without;
hard to believe there is so much power in a simple facial expression,
but it transforms us inside, like the beauty in an autumn leaf.
Take me to where that smile comes from;
take me to where happiness walks the blue skies,
and kisses the light.
Be the heart and the map of my journey――
you're already the beauty of it――and I'm bound to
along the way see a lot of sunsets and cherry blossom trees,
that's just like you isn't it?
Beautiful FeelSorrow, with all the sweet and sourness,Beautiful Feel in Free Verse More Like This
warmth and coldness of a sad song,
but I don't know if it has the stars.
"You're beautiful." "Lies!"
But why do I let it eat me away?
Why is this beauty complex higher than the mountains?
It's the failing battle to get rid of it
that's really the worse part.
So many people I couldn't do it for..........
Maybe I haven't gotten enough sunlight,
or did enough exercise,
but maybe this feeling is an unavoidable truth
that comes to me every once and a while.
"You're beautiful." "No I'm not; I don't see it!!!"
"There's a lot of things you don't see."
Paper magazines of people I'll never be;
delusions in my head of people I'll never be;
it can be hard to see clearly through it all,
like a path with millions of forks in it.
It's unlikely this poem will have a happy ending,
but.....I want a smile on my face...I don't want to "accept" who I am;
I sometimes think the word "accept"(depending on the situation)
carries pain with it.
Of All The DaysListening to the words "Where [pause] where does it come from?"Of All The Days in Free Verse More Like This
It crashes on me like an ocean blue, heavy breeze.
There was a reason I drank this coffee,
and didn't go to bed, and let this day end unfulfilled
only to promise on the new day that I'll do better.
In this writing, deception comes to me saying I've done enough,
but I haven't! I probably never have!
There is a voice that needs to scream out,
and hands that need to be balled into fists,
though I don't know what they're supposed to punch.
Ah, my hand hurts from this writing,
just like I always wanted;
after all, I've said too many times to write until it hurts,
but how many times have I really meant that?
I need to act, lest I learn the hard way
that you've only got one life;
everyday I must be one step closer to my own promise land.
It's like everyday I get a glimpse―a small glimpse―
of what waits for me, and now I realize
that it waits for me, not vise versa;
the light at the end doesn't come to you; you walk
HelplessNothing in front,Helpless in Free Verse More Like This
and nothing good in the back.
Only a fool says life is fair.
I know the value of having hope,
but that doesn't do much right now.
My mind feels like it's drowning,
and my eyes want to stream out tears.
Still, I want to be strong enough to
not say "Why Me?"—
though I feel it on the tip of my tongue—
and lose myself in misery,
but the pain hurts
with the haunting, terrorizing memories
of the past it brings,
and it's as if there's nothing I can do to banish them.
Misery is not my friend,
but it sure comes around often.
The world is spinning way too fast;
I'm dizzy and frazzled.
But how do you fight the truth?
I feel what my mind is telling me is true,
but I'm not sure.
I know most of the negative things we think
are never really true, but even if it isn't
there's very little that would change.
Someone pulled a switch on my mind
and then broke the "off" lever;
it's stuck on depressed.
we all wake up on the wrong side of the bed at
Lift MeDon't cry, dear beautiful soul;Lift Me in Free Verse More Like This
of course you don't listen.
Lost in the crashing waves in the midnight sky,
as if out of your own body,
you suffer so.
What made you so in pain years ago is still here;
you feel like all your promises you made
You're even so close to asking
"what did I do to deserve this?"
Oh, the heartache of life that's dreams now just run
down your face like tears,
for it just seems as though there's a darkness within
whose goal is to assure no dream comes true;
the worst part is that such a darkness
makes you laugh in the process.
Cliched fists, with a headache, and sweat all over are your companions.
You stand before reality that holds a mirror to see yourself and your life;
lamentation for a person who barely ever reached out;
lamentation for a life barely went anywhere.
You just don't know what to do; at this point you
don't even want to do anything anyway,
for every part of the mirror shows you
just how badly you're losing the battle
OpenI can feel it in the air I breathe,Open in Free Verse More Like This
my soul reaching to new heights my eyes cant see.
This day is an opened flower bud
that the season of Spring has bestowed.
This day is as bright as grace.
just looking into the brightness,
I feel I can joyfully soar.
It's the power of possibility;
it's the power of love opening long shut windows
while you lose yourself in the caress of the breeze;
so much happiness to be used,
and so much love to send and get.
We can all be so free
if we only give ourselves the key.
New Years WishI see one light, and that light is her,New Years Wish in Free Verse More Like This
with a smile that belongs to the breeze;
I want to spread happiness like her,
but right now I'm a coward;
I'm not even brave enough to put on an
ENORMOUS smile, for no reason at all, like hers.
But what would happen if I were to shine, if we were to shine?
Would anybody need the sun anymore?
The clouds in this room look so white;
I want them to take me somewhere else
where Autumn leaves can rain down anywhere
while I look into her eyes;
those innocent, untouched, widely opened eyes.
Honesty Blows Her HairShe is Spring's first bloom;Honesty Blows Her Hair in Free Verse More Like This
She fills any dried out river
with her smile;
She is every wish made on a shooting star.
You can't help but feel your heart
in your chest in the presence of her.
She'll take your gray and make a rainbow.
Her delicate hands will always touch you
with every ounce of her love,
and bring out your ever fair orchid
A kiss from her gives you wings
to fly from your troubles,
and fly above the clouds when they
cover the moon.
You've never seen a rose
like the one in her hands.
You've seen beauty, but never
felt it like the one from her soul.
Has anyone ever explored the worlds
in her eyes?
She'd gladly let you in.
For her, the sky rains love;
the oceans of stars ignite,
and hate collapses.
At the start of your pain;
when you even think about abandoning
hope, you'll see her shining in the sun,
while honesty blows her hair.
A Piano Song Love gracefully grows in the meadows of our hearts,A Piano Song in Free Verse More Like This
showing us our gold is in reach.
So dance in the heavens of never giving in.
In the dawning sky, I see something more,
like a door to open,
but what lies inside?
Hopefully not anything that leads to a
but something that will take me,
while I never look back,
to a place where I can open my eyes
and take a breath
knowing that finally that part of me I've been fighting is gone―
not temporarily―forever more.
And all my days I live as peaceful and pure
and my heart a freshly watered garden.
I'll never take a step backwards again,
except for when it's time to go,
but there's something so beautiful
that I can't take my eyes off of it.
There are new flowers to behold,
inside of you;
their spring is your smile
Sadness blinds you,
of not only sunshine, but also of the truth.
We've all had it, or have it, or will have it,
but don't stop there.
We kill ourselves everyday
with problems we look at
Short-LivedShort-Lived.Short-Lived in Free Verse More Like This
Has it got to take a sudden death of a loved one.
For us to realise how fickle and unpredictable life is.
Despite our best efforts to delude and cowardly run.
We may share our lives with others but we are destined to be divided.
Life and death are both a part of a mutual consented sum.
Money will come and go but we all know what the fixed price is.
So although you may think the worst is yet to come.
No matter the occasion whether it be
Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy?Am I Worthy? in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I don't deserve all the views and the comments.
Maybe there are better writers out there that deserve acknowledgment.
Maybe I am not worthy of any recognition and attention.
Personally I don't think my work is even worth mentioning.
Maybe my words wont amount to anything substantial.
Maybe I wont make it in terms of a financial,
Atonement but can we just think for one moment
That maybe I write to express my thoughts on a page.
To release all the feelings held hostage in this mortal cage.
Maybe others can relate and reciprocate my words.
And to you this notion may seem insulting and absurd.
But all these favourites and feed back gives me an added purpose.
And for that split second when reading them, I feel like I actually deserve this.
That my whole hearted words are not dispensable and worthless.
That maybe I can actually make something of myself.
Give the people something real to purchase from life's obscure shelf.
Give my parents the life that they so justly
I'm TryingI'm Trying.I'm Trying in Free Verse More Like This
What more do you want from me?
Can't you see I'm trying my hardest?
I'm trying to make something of myself.
I know nothing is promised and I may not be the fastest.
I know my attempts have not resulted in any form of wealth.
What more can I do to prove to you that this is what I want?
I can see you are finding it difficult to get past this.
You think there is more I can do to help myself.
You can see that I'm struggling; I never tried to mask this.
I want you to understand that this is something I must do for myself.
But all that I will ask for you is,
I hope that one day you will believe in me.
Believe in everything that I am trying to accomplish.
You don't have to necessarily agree with me.
But I promise that one day both you and the world will be astonished.
And on that day hopefully you will be able to see the drive in me.
Hopefully you will be able to see the fight in me.
Hopefully you will see the person that I am trying to be...come.
And all I will want you to say is
Shit.Shit.Shit. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I unintentionally use it almost every day.
In a sudden hiccup, I slip up and it slips out.
Even when I can’t think of anything else to say.
You can bet beyond a shadow of a doubt.
That exact word will seep and creep out.
It makes its way into any given conversation.
It’s probably the most used default abbreviation.
It requires no effort and rolls out with no hesitation.
It’s so universal it can be suited to every situation.
In an upsurge it will emerge with no indication.
How can one word have so many definitions.
And still have the same effect despite its repetition.
How can this same word blur all the lines of divisions.
Between polite pleasantries to abusive abrasions of affliction.
How can the tone and meaning change after every rendition.
This word sounds exactly like what it means.
You scream it, shout it and even mutter it under your breath.
No matter how big or little the occasion may seem.
Just unleashing it will take a load off your chest.
You say it w
Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions.Opposable Positions. in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Good girls are really bad girls that never got caught
Kings and queens are insecure people that hide behind their forts.
Survivors are cowards that run away when they could’ve fought.
Celebrities are strategists and opportunists that utilise their thoughts
Teachers are failures who couldn’t make use of the lessons life taught.
It would seem then you are either one way or the other.
There is fine undefined line between enemies and lovers.
So pick and choose wisely when deciding what side you are on.
Because you can never know the person you one day might become.
Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions.Conceivable Conclusions. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Maybe we fall because we know we can
And we stall when it comes to a helping hand.
Because we refuse to accept and to understand.
That a man would be willing to aid another man,
Without some sort of under hand, profitable plan.
Maybe we project our perceptions on to others.
Quotes that emerged and persevered by our mothers.
Home truths that we go on to eventually discover.
Making it the only way we can connect with each other.
Spurring us to find like minded friends, associates and lovers.
Maybe we lie because the truth is too bitter to bear.
We are inclined to believe that others do actually care.
And that they will only listen so that they are able to compare
Our circumstances, even though we know life is made to be unfair.
That is why when the mighty fall, we all avidly stand by and stare.
There are a lot of fine details forgotten in the final figure.
There are a lot of surreal strokes painted into this picture.
There are a lot of what if's and maybes to con
A Step Too FarA Step Too Far.A Step Too Far in Free Verse More Like This
She just couldn't take it anymore.
She threw her purse and her child's lunch box on to the floor
Of the fourth storey of the local car parking complex.
The lord only knows what will possibly happen next.
She begins tugging on her hair furiously in agitation.
Talking to herself having an in depth conversation.
Pacing up and down and aggressively talking in tongues.
Labelling herself as an unfit lover and mother to her husband and son.
Tears begin to cascade from her face violently.
She didn't tell her husband about her woes instead she chose to silently
Keep it to herself and let it eat her up inside.
But eventually she ran out of places to hide.
Her phone begins to ring but she chose to ignore it.
A picture of her husband and son appears but she wishes she never saw it.
A small crowd begins to formulate beneath her.
Familiar voices shouting and screaming trying to keep her
From edging any closer to the edge.
But her toes continued to embrace the unstable ledge.
Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached.Semi-Detached. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
As a solution for her sleepless nights in bed.
She couldn’t connect with any of her relatives,
They never showed an interest in anything she said.
Her attempts at socialising were tentative,
So she conjured up imaginary friends instead.
Her dogged detachment was her only imperative.
She could not risk the chance of being misled.
There was no one to peel back the layer of negatives.
Too many years of tears have been bred and shed.
The smile she occasionally displayed was purely decorative.
She knows people will judge her before they have even read
Her story because they’re too caught up in their own narrative.
They only take the time to read your book once you are dead.
They say we’re born alone and die alone.
As humans we are built to survive and consume.
Even if you are raised from a loving home.
You can still feel out of place in your ow
Domestic AbuseDomestic Abuse.Domestic Abuse in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He's not able to control his temper.
A blank canvas is all he is able to remember.
Absolute rage consumes his mind refusing any sort of reasoning to enter.
Her dad did the same to her mum, so she attributes it to the nature of his gender.
She has now been admitted four times to A and E since last December.
Abusive love is all she knows; she was never given the chance to experience anything better.
She always forgives him.
Her friends warned her but her heart just wouldn't listen.
He has a hold over her that's why she is not able to resist him.
She condemns her friends as to swift and hasty to dismiss him.
Even though she flinches whenever his fists begin clenching.
She is blindly caught up in a relentless and traumatic cyclic system.
How much more will she have to take?
How many more bones does she have to break?
How many times can she label his actions as a harmless mistake?
When will she realise that she does not have to be subjected to her mother's fate?
When will sh
Abuduction.Abduction.Abuduction. in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Another convicted paedophile free to walk again.
Currently living by a primary school looking for some new prey to stalk again.
Masks himself as a confidant, someone that the children can call a friend.
Specialises in seducing and lulling its victims in to a false sense of security.
With an ulterior motive driven to defile and desecrate their innocence and purity.
How is this ungodly predator somehow able to evade all configurations of authority?
No one is capable of figuring out why this predator has these vile and vindictive thoughts.
No one can possibly understand how much torture and suffering his actions have brought.
To every family and carer that nurtured, loved, raised and taught
Their young to avoid and not to communicate with strangers.
Performing their duties as guardians, preparing and protecting them from any danger.
For them one day to be kidnapped, taken, leaving only their clothing as remainders.
After the investigations and DNA testing all the headlines will
I Drink to the ShatteredHere's to the half-hopes,I Drink to the Shattered in Free Verse More Like This
who lie shallow in their graves,
comatose, their pulse forgotten.
And here's to unrequited love;
impossible thoughts between heartbeats,
the burning pang that follows.
A nod to the empty dreams,
their ankles hobbled, improperly set.
They walk nowhere.
Silence to commemorate the lost cause;
That never leave the womb.
To the broken and sleepless,
inane and insane,
the clueless, the lonely,
the outcasts forgotten,
to you I raise my glass.
Empty LettersI know I'll find nothing,Empty Letters in Free Verse More Like This
but it's worth hoping that
somehow I'll hear from you
though it can't be good for me.
Every day I spend my thoughts
on a hope as false as wooden bones
that you'll take it on yourself
to remember how to talk to me.
We were friends once.
My arms will never tire
of throwing water on this bridge
you've set alight,
but my heart is burnt
and becoming exhausted.
Unlit CandlesYour spirit curled with the smokeUnlit Candles in Free Verse More Like This
towards the ceiling of the funeral home.
This image brought me closure,
and relief that your soul could escape
from the open casket.
When you turned ashes to ashes,
I imagine the release was the same
as when our voices caught
on the hymn's last note
and we all blew out our candles.
The Ides of AprilOn everyone's lipsThe Ides of April in Free Verse More Like This
the news is explosive;
running hot and red
with cobbled voices.
Some found their legs,
others lost them.
Their eyes are tight.
I shake for Boston.
Exiting DreamsSome mornings my eyes shoot open,Exiting Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
and I am left gasping because
I have fallen sudden out of dreaming
and didn't expect to land so hard.
With the way my hair splays out,
jigsaw curls twisting this way and that,
I wonder if I passed through lightning
on my way down.
Why else would I wake electrified?
eyes blue and dialating,
grinning at the sun even though
sleep is freedom,
so the daylight's my jailor.
Or maybe it's my savior because
I have heard that if you die in dreams
you won't wake in this world either.
And how many times have I gotten caught by the ankle,
running from a faceless nightmare
only to up and hit the bed,
Sometimes I can't remember,
Perhaps that's the best arrangement.
The DreamingSome mornings I can feelThe Dreaming in Free Verse More Like This
your lips pressed to my forehead,
and when I pull closer I wake
to empty blankets.
That's when I roll onto my back
and close my eyes tighter
to will your form next to me,
though wishful thinking
never made anybody materialize before.
I always hope I'll be the first to manage it.
I have walked with you in dreaming
ten years on and off,
and you found me by chance in words.
We loved without meeting for
Why shouldn't my mind
conjure you here?
For that's most of what we were,
dreams and words,
before you ventured to me.
If I could hold out to holding you,
I should be able to will you here.
We've waited long enough,
it's only fair...
though I suppose that,
while it defies the brain
and sometimes the body it serves,
the heart must at least
obey laws of science.
So I'll unclench my eyes
and roll onto my side,
as I hold onto dreaming
until you're here.
The Half-Way PointWe had fallen together before;The Half-Way Point in Free Verse More Like This
into love and into sleep
and as I careened from
one consciousness to another
I heard you speak to me.
Your whispers tint my dreaming hours
with rosy kisses and a gentle touch.
And when I hurtle down
through starlight and through stinging clouds,
you catch me as I go.
Through a veil of halfway-dreaming,
I reached out and brushed the wall instead.
I thought you'd turned to stone
and shivering I dreamed you left me
living life alone.
So when I woke I read your words
to reassure me you were well,
and I calmed my trembling like
you would if you were here.
I constantly come to terms
that my soul's hand is holding yours
and find my solace there.
Ninety-nineIt probably feels like a broken sigh,Ninety-nine in Free Verse More Like This
witnessing a century of repetition and change,
becoming a testament to human tenacity,
and watching too many wars on television.
The nursing home is too sterile for you,
but as your children near sixty,
with problems of their own,
you have no place in their houses.
While everybody visits,
they never stay for long enough.
you are lonely.
Your daydreams are like old jazz records--
sometimes you confuse them with memory.
Were you really such a beauty on your suburb streets?
Did you really love that boy so completely?
Perhaps you have forgotten.
Visible SpectrumYou reminded meVisible Spectrum in Free Verse More Like This
of a stained-glass window
that sits perched on its wall
beneath my stairs at home.
Daylight doesn't measure its colors,
it only scatters them down
on the hardwood floor
when the sun breaches the
And daylight didn't measure you,
I saw you and all I could think on
were your mosaic eyes,
the spectrum of your blush;
that they were solid
and more than patterned light.
I cover stained glass with my hands
and colors vanish.
I cover you with myself
and you are vibrant.
FayrouzFayrouzFayrouz in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your soul is silent but not still
Like storm upon lavender hill
It comes from where wild horses run
To find the place where sleeps the sun
Warm winter nights go darker blue
Just like the peace I find in you
Together we sail heaven's plains
Direction changes, aim remains
Sky's wastelands and your ebony eyes
Lead me where passion multiplies
There we can hear the seahorse sing
And find the price of everything
Sands of time swallow human fate
Sweet juicy flesh is just a bait
For star-dust from the milky way
Tomorrow's memories to repay
"Love knows no border" I've been told...
Just two warm palms heart to uphold,
Eye of the chain that sets you free
When in the swimmer drowns the sea
Untouched BooksDirty fingerprints crust the pagesUntouched Books in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Of the books of forgotten lore
That have laid here before all ages
Untouched from before-
Unconcerned with reason or rhyme,
Longing for those finger-shaped prints,
They have waited all this time,
To be imprinted with darkened tints
But all that meets them is the chilly air,
And the quiet whispers of phantoms past;
And still they wait with silent flair,
To be marked with fingers again at last
The Human StarThe star fell from the skyThe Human Star in Free Verse More Like This
Into my very arms;
"Away with you," said I,
"Return to your siblings above."
I threw him up high,
With all of my might
But he came back down
"No," cried he,
"I want to be human!"
I scoffed and scolded,
"You're perfectly absurd!
You drift peacefully above,
happy as a clam;
Do you not know
Of the pain humans feel?
Who would want to be human?"
Like a child, he huffed and replied,
"I want more than to drift!
Do you not know?
The pain of humans,
their sorrow, disappointment-
Is part of their sweet triumph?
Need I any more reason,
Other than just to be human?"
Hereafter he left,
And I wondered if maybe
It was better to be human
Than to be a star
Journey of the StarsCan you see the millions of stars across the sky?Journey of the Stars in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Where, upon the morrow, they will all fly,
To the darkest depths and the furthest planes,
Of this world and the next, strung along like trains
We reach out to grab them, to be strung along
But they do not wait and leave us, with solemn song
Do they, you wonder, go into the dark?
To shine their light in a brilliant ark?
To light this world anew, maintain its life,
Along with other worlds, soothing like a fife?
When darkness is upon us, when all seems dark and bleak,
They come ahead and guide us, to show us what we seek
I wish that I could join them, to be among their ranks,
But it is not my place, to give them but my thanks,
For to embark on their journey forevermore
Would be an insult to them trillion times a score
For only the most beautiful of souls are they
Who can ask, receive, and may
Light the souls of those they cherish
That their souls might not perish
Burning DreamsI stood alone on that massive ship,Burning Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by all my dreams-
As we drifted to the middle of the sea
I took out a tiny match
And let it drop onto the deck;
"If my dreams must burn," said I,
"So must I."
And the whole ship was set ablaze,
Flames shooting towards the sky-
I perished amongst my dreams,
Surrounded by what I could not achieve
Footprints on my HeartWhen I watched you walk away,Footprints on my Heart in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It was an overcast rainy day
Those footprints you left behind
Tread all over my heart, soul, and mind,
Leaving imprints nonesuch
Where I had let no one ever touch,
And I knew, from that day on,
That was the day my heart had gone
ScarsThe mind forgetsScars in Free Verse More Like This
But the heart remembers
The criss-crossing scars
Show like stars
The streaming tears
And haunting fears
Of the slain
The cries of those
Who never screamed
Praying for life
Without a sound
The pleas for help
The wishes that chance
The pain might dull
And the mind forget
But the heart
Will always remember
The Boy in the CornerHe curls in the corner of the lit-up room,The Boy in the Corner in Free Verse More Like This
watching from the shadows
The women, they laugh, with pearls 'round their necks,
And men in fine suits sip from delicate glasses
Golden chandeliers hang from the ceiling
as society's elite mingle seamlessly
And the boy-
his face is unwashed, his hair unkempt,
but he watches, and he learns
and he sees
So he makes a vow:
Never be like them, the ones within the light,
the ones walking past his corner without a glance,
the ones laughing their polite, gilded laughs,
the ignorant, the ones never knowing
what it was to reside within darkened corners
That vow is kept:
the rest of his days is spent in the darkness,
lonely, bitter, not knowing what it was
to live within the light-
but he is never like them,
and that is consolation in itself
Those Who Wander and Those Who RestMay he who wanders never rest,Those Who Wander and Those Who Rest in Free Verse More Like This
And may he who rests never wander,
lest they find what they seek:
Wander not in the light,
but venture in the shade of day,
And rest not in peaceful serenity,
but among the decaying filth
the stains the soul hues of blood;
Only then will the answer be revealed,
And grant you what is sought;
among the dead and the dying,
among the haunting darkness-
So that the wanderer may cease his travels,
And the one who rests his fitful slumber:
And nevermore will they return to the light,
For an object not sought in darkness
Is an object of no good to good men,
both wandering and resting alike
Dear Whole WorldDear whole world,Dear Whole World in Free Verse More Like This
I must confess
That I cannot stand
Watching you spiral
Into your demise
You poison yourself
You kill yourself
And you care not
'bout love nor smarts
But only you
A Poem to My Best FriendsI would like to thank you for you:A Poem to My Best Friends in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Thank you for your laugh
Thank you for your smile
Thank you for your joy,
Because every drop you offer to me
Is as beautiful as the sounding sea,
and every beam of light you shine
I will gladly call mine,
And every look of mirth we share
shows me you will always be there,
and every, every time you call my name
Is an obstacle we overcame