Winter
i don't wish,
but sometimes i wish i could,
place my eyes upon a star,
in a cold night sky,
love like this is bliss,
wanna bundle up
enjoy the night lights afar.
watch the moon glisten in the dead of night,
pray that this never ends,
to be with the one you love,
a true companion and best friend,
no words can be spoken,
none to describe what you feel insade,
winter can take a heart that's broken,
and begin to mend.
forces you to spark a fire,
a fire hushed by fall,
a fire that's no longer weary or tired,
that would awake you
and make you admire
that littlist of things,
even when we feel we're on the brink,
as we begin to think
that in the dead of winter,
hope is scattered,
and love is no longer what it seems,
but in truth,
it should force us to get together...
i don't wish,
b... |
Climbing
Climbing,
steady finding,
and as i continue to climb,
see how far i've come,
what i've accomplished and done,
not much,
but the change is evident,
fresh and hot to the touch,
a few tear drops,
stained even as i
make my way to the top,
refuse to stop,
not even pause,
not for one moment..
yes, this means alot,
at least to me,
my past poetry
like connecting the dots,
an imaginary paper trail
for people to see
that i have accomplished alot...
climbing,
with every bit of me,
getting closer to some silver lining,
but i'm not expecting anything shiny,
just to know that i've
filled the emptiness inside me,
know that life wont go by quietly,
i must endure the noise,
take heed of that inner voice,
as i climb,
and i keep going,
without ever asking why.. |
For poetry
can't explain it,
don't really hate it,
and although i,
may dislike the way they
may portray it,
i can't change the
way they say it..
and when the words
roll of their mouths,
i can't control the way
others may take it,
but i must defend it,
get others to stop trippin,
and although i've
been slippin,
i won't fall,
nor will i get bruised
or start limpin...
its worth the cause,
worth a loss,
can't let it stop,
and if i gets weak
then for the words that
have never been so true,
i'll stay strong..
for poetry,
the very thing that
wont let go of me,
in a sense,
i feel it has some
control of me,
and i will defend,
even if others may
resent it..
for poetry. |
Believe
yes i believe,
believe within me,
its stained,
changed my thinking,
and brain intake,
once a thick tank,
that never really
considered even tiny mistakes,
and once your that close,
you begin to appreciate
and are less likely to
take in vain...
life...
a word that plays off
our carefree tongues,
and once bitten,
we go numb,
and our words
are kept slurred and shut..
yes i believe in those
instances called miracles,
life lessons,
some even say they are
mystical,
unexplained,
but i dare say,
they have their place,
and can cause change..
i will always believe,
that deep within me,
its deeply stained |
Recognition (freestyle)
personally,
i'm into it all,
and i wanna be able to
stand ten feet tall,
but thats not what its all about,
so while i'm making my rounds,
i'll aspire to just be comfortable
and hope my peeps are proud,
yes i wanna be recognized,
but i realize
how i can get to ahead,
how i could easily forget,
where i started,
and how could i ever have parted,
from my true me,
wouldn't want life to sue me,
so for now,
i'm trying to do me.
take the time to pause,
accept that i'm not perfect,
and that i will always have flaws,
and i might not ever be ever to have it all,
to be fully recognized,
but as long as my readers are there,
i'll do just fine.
i lust for the same things,
want my girl to have the diamond ring,
but i'm fine for now,
cause this isn't what my
talents are all about. |
Paper Umbrella
the drops coming down
black like ink
just fade out the sounds
emotions come around,
thrown out and about,
abused and so she shouts,
sends them into rehab,
and some how she still doubts,
while it rains solid black,
words form without sound,
pulls out her paper umbrella,
writes with ink but more with tears,
screams and she's in fear,
with every drop,including tears,
she holds those things deep and dear..
so they call her poetry,
under her paper umbrella,
letting the ink go in deep..
as the drops come down,
and she smiles and frowns
,like mixed emotions,
she keeps on hopin
taking in her now engraved nickname,
tattooed on her skin like paper,
not a bit of pain,
she dare not take it in vain.. |
Overcast
slow leaking,
drip by drip,
the sky is slow.y bleeding,
with all this hapening,
i find myself constantly needing,
and there is no getting out,
no way of cheating,
the day is just misleading,
knocked off my feet,
and when i try to get up,
i feel this numbness inside of me,
but there is nothing is too drastic,
no gusts of wind
to make this even more dramatic,
no turbulent storms to
soak me in emotion static,
just a day so gloomy,
keeping me down,
and from doing me,
no rain to wash away,
this disturbing kind of feeling,
no sun to send its rays,
and make the day so appealing,
overcast,
like tides against the sand,
things just clash,
has me uncertain,
and unsure about my current path,
and hopefully the sun will break,
and the day will awake |
