You Are The Light
Every day, is like a dream But in that dream, you dwell in it You belong there You are the one that keeps everything from going wrong And from that dream, I never want to be woken up You are like the warmth from the bright light of the sun You...
Imperfections
Not thinking before I speak is the biggest imperfection that I hold. I don't want to send any negative vibes where there are not meant to be and I just overall dont want to say the wrong thing. I can turn into a completely different person when given...
A Child Among Men
I am a child among men; unable to see the reality of life itself. I have been bestowed fantasy, but there I linger for too long. It is hard to see what lies upon the other side of these stone walls, so I use my imagination to help paint a picture. A...
A Draw
Do people only care about me because they worry about me? Or do they actually take interest of what I hold myself up to be? I do not believe that what I show others is the real me. I feel like a fake; forever hiding from judgment and the truth. How can...
Love used to be...
Love used to be my motivation; where has it gone? Love used to keep my mind towards the happiness; why did it leave? Love used to make me look forward to the upcoming days; was it ever there? Love used to keep the warmth inside my heart and soul;...
Ache
My heart weeps helplessly as I cover the pain with a mask. Holding to it tightly, I cannot pry it from my own fingers. Tears are held back and drowned as they try to surface. For long periods of time they hold their breath, but they know that death is...
In Thought
As much as I can hold to hate the things that I do, I hate what I've become out of my past actions. Love has torn me apart from the inside out and broke me down. As life goes on, I start to find no point in rebuilding on soiled grounds. Consistency; a...
To Whom
To whom does my heart belong? It has not the time to wait. Yet it all takes time to find its place. Every moment it waits, its dying minute after painful minute. After being betrayed countless times for what it thought was its home, it is...
CIimb
Climbing to the top you could see all, but stay towards the mid-section you can see most. Being at ground level, though, keeps you at the average eye sight of the every day. Changing the locked vision through your eyes may not be easy; change is not...
Metamorphosis
Everything is constantly changing; whether it be a long period of time or a short, instantaneous moment. I am deceived by my own judgments and interests in this period of time. My mind itself is gradually empty of all insight from these changes. Not...
Sanity
My own poetry is what keeps me sane; in check with the world. I cannot fathom what I would be without this bestowed gift. The way I cope with what is on my mind is to get lost in thought. Channeling emotions that no one else has witnessed, my true...
An Essence of White
With a dark ocean away, I can easily find the white that stands out. When I look back at all that I have made, I see the small influence and imprint of your support. With every painted canvas, there is an essence of white. Only I seem to be able to...