HypocriteWhere do you hideWhere do you runWhen you find you can't trust to point your own gunYou don't feel that you knowYou can't move you can't goFeeling trapped...By your own...Image you takeImage you makeIs self destroying, on way to breakYour psyche your soulIt's taking a tollAnd yet...you're the only one...That can tell...That can know...Infinite knowledge, power and fameHow others see you is partly to blameWe can't live in a world where nothing is judgedFind the right balance 'tween morals and sludgeBe who you are, speak truthfullyDon't pose as a person you're not meant to be.
A DragonFor a moment I saw a dragonScreaming across the skyFor a moment I saw a dragonPumping its wings to flyFor a moment I saw a dragonWith bright blue shining eyesFor a moment I saw a dragonThen the clouds waved me goodbye.
DreamsEveryone dreams. They say we do.It's just that, sometimes, we don't remember. My dreams are... Haphazard. Random.Yet recognized the few times I ever have them. Well, I mean, remember them.And then actually follow through with them.
ScatterbrainedI cant fall asleepMy mind cant relaxTo hell with pacingMy mind is racingIMultitasking a mythJuggling ten orbsPick one to catchAnd pick the rest up later.CantWith thoughts aplentyStretched thin; dried outCreativity is dyingBecause our minds are fryingPayVideo games, the internetSchool, college and moreA divided focusBroke usAttention!
Status HiddenAnyone can be anybody, where anonymity rules.First there are the friendly ones,The ones who want to help.Teachers, talkers; not the takersMake the nicest group.Anyone can be anybody, where anonymity rules.Then there are the annoying ones,The ones who wont shut up.With squirrely, squeaky voicesThey want to be liked but never learn.Anyone can be anybody, where anonymity rules.Next there are the mean ones,The ones who cause you grief.They find a way to ruin your day;You wish you find them to make them pay.Anyone can be anybody, where anonymity rules.Following are the artists,The ones who unleash their mind.Writers, drawers, both combinedCreating what they mentionVying for attention
Anyone can be anybody, where anonymity rules.Next up are the thievesThe ones who take and steal.Going around the back,Taking, setting trapsStealing from your pack.Last there are the fantasizers.The ones who change themselves.Weak to strong, shy to charismaticLying to hon
Rung OutSqueezed out Milked outForcedCreativityCoarseI believe that poetry should never ever be forcedIt should be learnedbut expression of feelingshould not be gradedthus poetry becomes hatedPoetry book?Double look
Is this really necessary to do?If only for grade, these poems are madeBut this ones for me and not you.