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LifeLife is but a short time on earth
A short time is all we are given
We came with nothing
We will leave with no more
But is there more than this?
Life isn't just a waste of time, is it?
Is it just a collection of possessions?
A stockpile of memories?
We all have smiling faces in our photographs
But we were just collecting images printed on paper
From dust we came, and to dust we will return
But what will we do in our allotted time?
Are we all just an accessory to our own death?
Will we hoard our wealth in the attic?
All that was important is forgotten
By and by, it will all slip away
All we loved is fading away
Memories were lost i
Perfect LieI live in a city of hypocrites
Perfect lies wrapped in perfection
People with no problems struggling within
People with problems that are fine
I know because I am one of them
How am I doing you ask
I'm fine my mouth says
And my heart screams to be heard
But once more I supress it
Once more I'll lie
Once more I'll pretend
Once more I'll play my part
But I'm not fine
I'm shredded inside
My whitwashed tomb looks nice
But there are skeletons inside my closet
Just once I wish we would be honest
We would spill our hearts
We'd say whay we truly believe
We'd share it all with no fears
And someday I'll find someone I can share it all with
But until then I put another coat of paint on my perfect lie
I Found GodI did not find God in a church building.
I found him in my lowest point
I did not find him in Sunday school
I found him when I needed his grace
I did not find him as I lived a "perfect" life
I found him when I hated myself
I found him in my imperfections
I found him when I failed over and over
I found him when I screamed at him and asked him why
Because it was then that I discovered his love
When I could no longer ask forgiveness
I discovered that he forgave me
When I knew I was no longer fit to be his child
I realized that I was made perfect
You see, I learned about God in church, but I met him in the shattered remains of my life
When he was willing to love me still
When he was willing to claim me as his own
When he saw me as perfect
That was when I found God
Man UpYou tell me to man up?
Do you have any idea the hell I live through each day?
Do you know what it's like in my skin?
Do you know the thoughts that torment my mind?
Do you know many times I cry each day?
Do you know how depressed and hopeless I am?
No, you may think you know me
You may think you have me figured out
You may think you know how I feel
How I can laugh and joke
And you may think me to be heartless to you
But you don't know half the story
I cracked myself open just a touch for you
But you have know idea who I really am
I'm so much more than meets the eye
So while you cry and tell me to man up
Realize that my heart is breaking in two
Know that I'm not sure at all of my decision
Know that my body was wracked with sobs when it was done
Know that I let you go with no hope of return because I don't want to hold you back
And know that my tears are flowing inside my skin
Invisible to you
But they burn my heart like acid
I will second guess myself to my grave
But I have given you a c
TalentYou told me I was so talented
And now my talent is all I have
I wrote poems about you
Now I write about broken dreams
About girls breaking hearts and moving on
About how messed up life is
I never showed you any of them
And now I'm glad
You would not have appreciated them for what they were
For my talent is my relief
This is where I've poured the emotions you left me
The anger and bitterness
Stored on paper in ink
And now the world reads what you never did
They see what you didn't
You Deserve A PrinceYou were not enough
You did not satisfy
You did not fill my desires
But for some crazy reason, you fell for me
And I fell for you
But yet I looked on as well
Searching for the next high
The next temporary pleasure
The next stupid feeling
And then I discovered the truth
I didn't find satisfaction in you
I didn't think you were enough for me
And with this came another discovery
You were too good for me
Too beautiful for my filth
Too pure for my sin
Too loving for my addiction
Why did you fall for me?
Out of everyone, you chose me
A filthy, worthless, loser
And you chose unwisely
I didn't know what I had
I didn't comprehend your beauty
I didn't comprehend your majesty
And I overlooked it all for myself
Go while you still can my dear
Leave me here
You deserve much better than me
You deserve a prince
Not a prisoner
Please leave my love
Maybe next time I'll get it right.
AliveI close my eyes
I listen to the dull thudding of my heart
And I know that I'm alive
I let go of it all
Trying to forget life
Losing myself in this moment
For peace only comes by night
While lying in the grass
Staring at the stars
Watching the Milky Way
Gazing upon the vastness of the galaxy
Reminding myself how small my troubles are
No trouble seems quite as large viewed from this angle
The angle of a man
On his back
Guard Your HeartI set a lock on my heart
I would not let love in or out
I protected myself from being hurt
I wouldn't take chances
But love is a chance
A chance at falling flat on your face
A chance of risking it all and losing
And every time you love
There is always a chance you will get screwed over
Always a chance you will be abandoned
Always a chance your heart will be ripped from your chest
But to not love is to not live
My heart has caved in
It has hardened
Passion has iced over
Love is dead
Oh to try again
To risk it all
To die trying
But it is too late for me
In My DreamsIn my dreams there are ghosts and fairy kings.
Pure magic and black magic.
Devils and angels.
In my dreams there are choices.
Right and wrong.
Left or right.
In my dreams there are many things.
People and places.
Ideas and aspirations.
And then there's you.
Rise AgainGood morning, little one
Today you are new
Shed the dust of old
You have changed!
But that is fine
Change is who you are
Brush yourself off
There, you are clean
Now raise your wings
Do you see how you grow,
Ablaze, look at your flames
There is might within
And all around you
But you must take care
Power can burn you out
And return you to ashes
I have hope for you
Come, take flight
My dear Phoenix.
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
For her.Why are you chasing that you cannot have
Moving down this road that will lead to your own demise
For your feelings will never be returned
Yet you move down this path full of darkness
What do you hope to prove
Within this world you live in
Efforts wasted on a love not there
Sacrifices you have made that were for not
Yet you still move in hopes she will take you back
Knowing that nothing you do will ever change a thing
Still keeping to your vow to protect her
Still willing to die for her if need be
There are many more in life you will meet
Many you have meet
Yet you push them aside for one
Feeling for no one but her
Why don't you just stop now
Just rest and love no more
Would that not be the best option instead of this pain
This pain you are going through for just one
Tell me why you keep moving for someone who does not love you!
The answer being unknown
But the fact is that I do not want to see her hurt
I do not wish to see her unhappy
That I love her with my whole heart
I do not
Found and Lost“Who are you?” A boy asked a girl.
“I. . . don’t know” The girl answered.
“How could a girl like you be stuck here, between Heaven and Hell?” The boy asked, tilting his head.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” The girl snapped.
“You just look like the type of person that would be in Heaven.” The boy answered, unashamed.
The girl didn’t say anything for a while. When she finally did, she said “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
“I feel like I’ve seen you before, though. Are you sure you don’t know who you are?”
“Yes. It’s like my memories are far back, in the depths of my brain. Every time I try to grasp them, they slip away.” The girl admitted.
“Well, if you’ve been here for a long time, some of your memories come back. I’ve only been here for about. . . Actually, I don’t know. But it couldn’t have been long. All I know is m
Once again.I Unsheathe my Sword
Dust my Rifle once again
Staring up into the night sky
Knowing what I must do
For I shall march through the valley of death
Fearing no evil, and not even death
For I shall fight till the end
When the trumpet sounds
I shall come and rescue you all once again
A Fit of Anger-Poem
Be quiet, just be quiet!
I don’t want to keep fighting,
Why are you provoking me?
Leave me alone!
Just go away!
I want to be left alone,
What part of that don’t you understand?
Look, now you made me cry.
Now I’m mad,
No I won’t stop ‘talking back’
I don’t care if you’re older.
In my book,
Respect is earned, it’s not a right.
So stop expecting me to stay calm
When I shriek and scream.
I will cry like a baby,
I will scream and shout,
I will talk back.
I’m not a doll
That can endure anything you say to it.
I’m not an idol
That can ignore the backbiting.
Now shut up and leave me alone.
Before I do something I may regret.
The Dream Took YouThe rose is wilting
My heart is dying
Mum, where have you gone?
The dream took you
Remember that birthday
When we had a clown?
He asked for my wish
And I said for you
To see Dad again.
He said he would
Grant me my wish
All I had to do was
Put a star in your tea
And add a drop of honey
Then you will see him
In your dream.
He asked if I was willing
To say goodbye
To who I wondered
But I said yes
Because saying yes would mean
And I swear
The clown was crying
So I made you tea
I even added three spoons of honey
Hoping you would find your dream
The sweetest of the sweet.
Why didn't you come back?
The next day
You were still dreaming
And the one after that
I had nothing but
My golden paper crown
The same one you gave me
For my birthday.
Before my heart dies
I want to see you again
The tea is ready
And I hope you are too
Because it'd be lonely to enter
The dreamworld with nobody
To welcome me.
Let me forever dream
Of being with you and dad
Of golden crowns
ChildhoodTake me back to start
When I held on to my heart
When I wouldn't dare let go
I cared too much
I was scared
Back when I had a little bit of innocence
When I was naive and believed
When I thought the world would make sense
The pieces would come together
The notes would sing a beautiful symphony
And life would turn out right
Because I was wrong
And now I know
But yet somehow I miss it
I miss being a child
I miss believing in the foolish things I did
Childhood is lost too soon
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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