Category: Poetry

A heart broken.
A heart torn.
Words left unspoken.
Words left unsworn.
A new day is born.
It grows old fast.
It is time to mourn.
The day that has passed.

A shadow is cast.
From the day that is spent
So dark and vast
A shadow beyond measurement.

A cold soul
Breeds a dark heart.
That gives an evil mind.
A place to start.

A warm soul
Breeds a kind heart.
That nourishes a great mind.
Brilliant and smart

A cold soul
Drains a kind heart.
Plagues a great mind.
And tears it apart.

A calm soul
Mends a torn heart.
Stills a chaotic mind.
With literary art

I feel like a ghost.

A floating entity

Wasted by life.

Shackled be responsibility.

Languishing from one day to the next

Burning for a change but strung out on hope.

I fall.

Longing for freedom

Caught in a rotating cell.

No hope for change

Imprisoned be reality.

Consistent unchanging world

Broken by the mangled fangs of repetition.

I fall.

Survive,
If you can do nothing else,
Be alive,
Fall in love with yourself,
Strive,
Never be the first one to quit,
Survive,
Believe that you can make it.

Behave,
Never mistake kindness for weakness,
Be brave,
Always believe you can beat it,
Crave,
Knowledge is there for the taking,
Behave,
The rules aren’t always worth breaking.

Grow,
Maturity is a gift,
Just go,
Be willing to change and shift,
Know,
Learn the why, when, and how,
Grow,
Don’t get stuck in the now.

I may not say anything 

You may never ask

But if you can read the lines in my face

The silent stares into space

I’d want you to know

It’s easy to put on the masks

I do it many times a day

Playing different parts in a stage production 

But it’s still me hiding underneath

Not being able to communicate

I need you to know I’m not okay

That I’m fighting internal demons

My joy is being sucked dry

I’m going through the motions off an unwritten script

Until I can heal from my wounds 

Ask me, more than once

Not just once a week

Keep offering me help

Because I might need it soon

To keep up this fight for my sanity

You are my Fourth of July
Short and sweet
Bright and powerful
You remind me of my freedom
And my Independence

You are my Halloween
We roam the night for treats
Hidden behind our costumes
Hoping that our true selves
Are never revealed

You are my Thanksgiving
Joy abounds
Our times are filled with wonder
A grand feast of pride and love
And the warmth of good company

You are my holidays
Each one unique
Each one cherished
Different yet equally loved
Celebrated every day

It’s sad when the sun goes away,
And all the warmth and light that you thrived on is gone,
In its place only darkness,
Pitch black and perfect,
You thrash around, crashing into everything
Trying to reclaim the warmth,
For 10 cycles of the moon, you stay lost,
Lost in this abyss,
This prison without light,
Your eyes fall blind,
Your heart becomes black and dismal,
You forgot that there are other suns,
Other sources of warmth,
You forgot about what you have,
Because you are too focused on what you lost,
It’s sad because the sun didn’t go away,
It just changed positions in the sky,
And all this thrashing was in vain.

It’s a joyous time,
When the warmth of sunlight,
You thought was gone,
Comes back in a new day’s dawn,
You hope to bask in this warmth,
For the rest of your days,
For you have been out in the cold for so long,
That this second chance almost,
Seems like a dream,
Don’t ever take the sunshine of your life,
For granted,
Cherish it,
This day and the next,
Because its warmth mat goes away.

Behind the face, that’s covered in tears,
Lies a soul that’s been crying for years,
Every day tortured by pain drowning in a sea of fear,
Surviving on the hope that the storms will all clear,
So many cries of pain fell on deaf ears,
Everyday praying silent prayer that no one will hear,
Driving in a car trapped while someone else steers,
Betrayed by those you once had revered,
Every day trying to make sense of why you’re still here.