Derek's Unconventional Poetry Stylings
A lot of people don't know that I write quite a bit. Probably more than I draw. And finally I've decided to begin sharing my poetry with all that have come upon the horror known as my web site. Note that all poetry is copyright to me.
My Haiku's
I Scream the Truth!
Wow, look at all those angels,
The love they portray for our mankind.
The truth they say for us all.
Angels:
What a status quo.
Such an awful representation of what is real.
Status quo's don't know me.
Angels do not greet me when they pass.
It's the least that they could do,
To acknowledge what is free from wires.
Boy, do I love demons.
Much more than I love angels.
See
I see your soul
I see the trees
I only know
What nobody sees
It's time that I
Learn more and more
Open my conscience
Know no bore
I know in time
I'll understand
Though right now
It's just new land
You see many things
That I cannot
So on my mind
Is a tarnished spot.
Beast
Walk the lonely night to see
See beings that are not of our race
Creatures not like you nor me
Living things with rotten face.
Fierce eyes of theirs are glowing red
Too bad we know it's not a mask
Growl will keep you out of bed
Fear those things, don't even ask.
Angry Calm
I don't really know what else to do
Caus all I can do is be stuck in the middle
Just sitting here, suspended in time
Wasting my life and dreams away.
Swimming in an empty pool of dreams
I love it, I hate it, I swear to God
But all I can do is scream at the clouds
Even so, all they do it blow by.
Horizon
Here lies a lonely horizon
Only home to birth and death
Holds no inbetween, no far between
Nothing to look forward or backward to.
Abstract lines that hold no form
Asymmetrical roads that lead nowhere
This is some place, this is no place
For here lies a lonely horizon
Can't Not Judge
I, a friend of the non-judgemental
Know that people are harsh and cruel
Though our world can be so, so mental
Most would like to abide by a simple rule.
Not to judge would be such a delight
But is it really possible to be done?
We see those differing, we have much fright
Alas, the battle is hardly won.
He's dumb, she's Asian
You're tall, they're caucasian
So though we say the battle's won
Face it, folks, it's barely done.
Faith
Why does faith exist?
Is it because,
We cannot believe the sciences?
Because that's not enough?
Because we need something more?
You tell me that this is right
This is what I'm supposed to believe in
Yet at the same time
I can only question it
Because I cannot accept
The blind faith that others swear by.
What do I believe in?
What am I meant to have faith in?
Untitled
What, may I ask,
Is my purpose?
My reason to exist?
My reason to be?
My reason to think?
The purpose is living
Is not to live
But to excel
This is my purpose
This is what I will do
No one will get in my way.
Famous or Infamous
I'll probably never be known for much
But being who I am and nothing more,
So it'll be enough for me to find
That no one thinks I'm a bore.
Life as a Bando
Alas, infinite practice
Neverending music
Sweet and sour tunes
Bittersweet memories of times long past
Of long summer days
Cool fall mornings
Alas, life as a bando.
All poems are original by me. More will be up soon, I write often and publish only what's good.
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