| My Poetry |
| Powerless The forced facing of strength Masks a debilitating weakness Yearning for respect and friendship Taking responsibility of the secrets They know the weakness portrayed as strength They use it continuously Relieving their overwhelming burdens on me Sacrificing my own pillar to be one Each time I stumble a little more Some secrets rage and war against each other Knowing the secrets once made me powerful Then they started to gnaw at the edges Cracks appear on the inner walls First they are ignored Next futile attempts to stop their encroachment Watching them destroy the only sanctuary left Gazing inside had once threatened to induce nightmares Now needing to understand, I long to see it There's nothing left of me but a hollow parody They rule now. |
| Recognition What am I gravitating towards? Do I become another carbon copy? The struggle for distinguishment is an everlasting war. Seems the only recognition now is the birth of a monster. The monster becomes craven and greedy We are the prey of these monsters Yet we are them. Thus the battle continues Prisoners inside of what we fear Scavenging for even a scrap of humanity Trying to terminate the disease Dirsuptiveness is the only key to recognition. |
| Untitled #1 Alabaster innocence crushed by iron fists Broken words drip on to the floor with blood A misguided word triggered it The blame always belongs to you Sweet little eyes ripped open by the scene Another precious soul torn to pieces Whimpers attract the ferocious gaze Doom approaches another victim Realization and the last remnants of life gather Defense of her angel the last coherent thought Screams cleave the blackness One more desperate struggle has ceased. |
| Untitled #2 Isn't is wondrous the dreams people weave? Those ideas born of intense desires Can define our lives or take our souls Many confidantes will scream at you "There's no end in sight. You'll never obtain that goal." Those with enough fortitude Will only hear a foreign language The rest who understand the words Will have a handful of wilted hopes There will be a few to prop you up Find them and accept their aid Or your dreams will become inaccessible |
| Never Forgotten Somewhere in stark memories Histories murmur deepening cries Of night half-remembered and distant Youthful days aging into darkening shrouds Somber songs rain like teardrops Slowly the fog fades Through hazy swirls I hear sweet laughter We traveled the ghosts and found Half-forgotten love in the dark moon. |
| Cleansing Words have long since reduced to tears Comforting those of younger years Struggling to face the pain Gazing at his body where it was lain. My grandmother is prostrate over the casket of his "Honey I can't believe I'm doing this" There is my mom with her sodden tissue She and my father fiercely weeping "We will miss you." Far too soon, it's now my turn Everything inside me has begun to burn I can't even speak, seeing him in his eternal bed I bent to place my goodbye kiss on his forehead. Time flew forward to the graveside I was screaming inside "Why the hell had he died?!" Dad was holding my sister as tight as could be Watching my brother shredded the little that was left in me. I'm trying to release the sadness here God how I miss you grandpa my dear. |