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The TruthI have always been blind, been refusing to see,
Unintentionally ignoring true beauty,
But I learned about the truth, my eyes are now opened,
Hope raised within me, my focus was diverted.
My perspective about life was completely changed,
It seems that I've been reading the wrong book and page;
I am thankful I was given the chance to end,
My wrong knowledge, beliefs, that many are mislead.
Now that I finally know what I really must do,
Am I ready to get started at something new?
One step at a time, I believe I can do it,
But my life desires are what I have to omit.
I know that I won't need them when the time has come,
It's better to do it early while I'm still young;
Suppose I'm given a new life in a new world,
Those desires I'm yearning won't even say a word.
Living in a place where everything is perfect,
Where there is no evil, no problems to collect,
This may sound impossible for many people,
But just believe in the truth, it is that simple.
I am very sure I'm not making this all up,
DrowningThe water gushing against my pale skin,
Cold and painful, numbing my whole body,
Sinking fast, struggling hard, pulling me in,
Can't tighten my grip, letting go slowly.
Oxygen escapes my lungs continuously,
Losing my consciousness abruptly,
Everything's a blur, unclear and darker,
The sight of gloomy skies and rigorous water.
I recall the sunshine that embraced the morning,
The calm water that's subtle and gentle,
But a dark cloud suddenly came rushing,
I guess nothing's permanent, not even a little.
Totally submerged, unable to come out,
Floating, feeling light, sensing nothing,
Surviving this situation is a huge doubt,
Unless someone saves me, I am hoping.
The sun shines again, still the water became,
Nothingness fills the air, not a sign of life was seen,
It's too late to help me now, no one came,
But at least everything is back to what had been.
Lost But Still Not FoundIt's been a while since I last felt your presence,
I have been waiting for you to return,
I'll just be here, full of hope and patience,
Longing for the things that went into the urn.
You're an inch away but I'm still searching,
I am with you but you're still missing,
My eyes caught sight of you but you're not there,
And I can't seem to find you anywhere.
I wonder where you are hiding right now,
Well, not in my heart for it's hollow and empty,
Can I make you come out somehow?
Are the ways few or are they plenty?
My heart hurts every time I hear your name,
It still beats but it just isn't the same;
Maybe you don't want to be found,
For you, should I still be looking around?
But what if you are also looking for me?
That will definitely be another story,
Will you find me or will I find you?
It will be a chase in circles for us two.
Do you even realize that you're lost?
It may seem that you're here even when you're not,
I will still miss you no matter how near you are,
I'll search for
Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.
Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.
The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end.
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
My Heart's QuestionIt rises up above me,
Laying here at night.
A question I can't answer,
That has no wrong or right.
Shining in the starlight,
Burning in the sun
I wonder if there's life,
In this thing that we've begun.
My daisy holds no answer-
It simply hangs its head.
The question is in my heart
That cries in silent dread.
Your eyes pour into mine
I wonder if you know.
Is this just an age old shrine;
Will you love me or let me go?
Hungry (97)When I gave myself to you,
You promised that you were true,
But now that you've left me
I wonder now, how it could be?
What should I call this new found addiction?
Evil, Sinful, Exciting?
Oh what strange, wry contradiction...
You need time to clean out your attic
But freedom, love, cannot come without cost.
So here I am- Psychosomatic,
Yes dear, my appetite is lost.
Ignorance is Blind (56)You whisper five sweet words,
Then back up six more steps.
You notice all the birds,
But blind, pass o'er the clouds.
Going on you say you're sad,
That you're worried and upset
But then I must be mad-
You're fine when you're with them.
I'm beautiful you say-
Much prettier than them.
Then why is it everyday,
I see you over there?
Maybe you aren't lying,
And maybe it is so.
But why are you not trying,
To see these tears of mine?
Pieces (24)My life is full of fragments,
The pieces of what was;
As sharp as severed glasses
Reminders of dead love.
So rough around the edges,
I'm always being cut;
The sting of broken pledges
And doors that can’t be shut.
This house seems to be empty
And I’m stranded all alone.
I wonder who has left me-
Should I call this place my home?
Where the shadows silently linger,
Was it once where angels played?
Could the touch of a gentle finger
Have made our love be stayed?
Looking back at all the pieces
Of the life we left behind,
My hand slowly releases
What is left of all our time.
There is Meaning and then there is MEANINGThere's love and then there's LOVE
trust and then TRUST.
The difference in between
is a matter
Bits of Jealous.
I can hold her hands,
but I can't hold her world.
Like Maroon 5
left with songs about the girl.
A pile of poems
to keep me warm
within papercuts to the heart
when I curl, into a ball of a man
spinning out of control. Words flying to the east,
stanzas spinning out of sight,
mass production of terror,
love, dark and light.
If I had one wish
I don't know what I'd do,
if I was told that in wishing
I still couldn't have you,
but that's the way it is
fiction or fact.
These emotions are lasting
with no getting over that.
So i'll write my prayers
while holding my breath.
Better to suffocate if I can't be
with my muse,
then go on in this living death.
My Dream Not SoI have a dream...
About a hundred or two.
And they seem to revolve
Around one person- You.
I want to get married,
To have a few kids.
Then smile at the camera
Kick back, and live.
In all honesty though,
I have to admit-
I want to have freedom
The chance to just quit.
To see the whole world,
Ten countries or more.
And fly through the mountains
With dangers galore.
If I can't have that
I'd certainly settle
Near someone who listens,
But never would meddle.
And if I couldn't-
Have something so small,
I'd rather have you
Than nothing at all.
For in this thoughtful
Yet sad strand of rhyme,
I just have to realize
One dream at a time.
So I'll go watch,
See you living my dreams.
'Cuz nothing is right in this
Reality it seems.
CrazySome people may say I'm crazy.
Others might say I'm insane.
Of course, there's those who'd say I'm mental.
I'd go even further to say that some would call me...
But I dislike classifying others with simple words.
I find that no one should be bound by anything-
No promises, no rules, no morals. Nothing.
People only bind themselves so that they may break free.
Because- Let's face it-
No one likes being suffocated. Being stuck.
But then again, everyone loves the satisfaction of tearing away.
But of course, if I were to define myself using petty words,
I would say I am... Special.
Then again, wouldn't we all like to consider ourselves special?
It's a human weakness, I'd say. How we all grovel to have our own characteristics,
Yet we all want to fit in.
What hypocrites, us humans are.
Every single one of us.
You know, if I believed what I said,
Then I myself would be a hypocrite.
Because I know someone who never was
Keeping My SanityEvery night I'm struggling, being an insomniac,
Unable to fall asleep, rest I always lack;
Different thoughts bothering me, haunting me till dawn,
Trying to suffice my need to sleep with this yawn.
Why now, of all time, am I feeling so much pain?
When will my strength and willpower be regained?
How many pillows must I need to stain with tears?
What will I do to fight away my foolish fears?
I'm confused and perplexed with all of these nonsense,
Insanity taunts if this becomes more intense;
As early as possible I want this to stop,
Want to get away from this labyrinthine trap.
These challenges I'm facing will soon be shut down,
Once I make a move and defeat this shameless clown;
This maze he set for me should not be overlooked,
That is one of the things that I seem to mistook.
I have to face this alone, as I always do,
I must trust no one when most are hiding their hue;
Finishing this journey's an independent act,
I hope my body and soul will still be intact.
Fighting in these silent bat
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