Lonesome Cries

I hate the pain that you must feel inside,
I hate the way it burns behind your eyes,
I hate the fact I can't be by your side,
I hate that no one hears your lonesome cries.

Give me your pain I'll take it deep inside,
Let it burn within my vigilant eyes,
As you cruelly thrust the spear in my side,
Only you will hear my blood curdling cries.

I ignore the pain I now hold inside,
As I search for the sparkle in your eyes,
I gently wrap my arm around your side,
In a bid to banish your anguished cries.
I will kiss oblivion from your eyes
So I can silence all your lonesome cries.

I'm Afraid

An old poem I found in my journal.



I'm Afraid

My heart is happy, but my head’s on fire,
To see you smile is my only desire.
I’m afraid to speak, so afraid you’ll run,
Afraid it will end before it’s begun.

I lay wide awake and wonder if you
In anyway feel the same way I do?
I send you a message, I just say “Hi,”
But there is no “Hello,” and no “goodbye”.

Beauty - An Exercise

This is a writing exercise based on Beauty; at some point I may pull these lines apart and find a poem.


Beauty can drive you crazy
Beauty can make you insane
Beauty can change your outlook
Beauty can cause you pain

Beauty is not your equal
Beauty is the fall of man
Beauty is all you wish for
Beauty is where it began

Beauty will give you heartache
Beauty will be your guide
Beauty will waste to nothing
Beauty will be set aside

Beauty has taken you captive
Beauty has stolen your soul
Beauty has changed you forever
Beauty has swallowed you whole

Beauty knows nothing of substance
Beauty knows it will not last
Beauty knows that you desire it
Beauty knows it is surpassed

Beauty was nothing without you
Beauty was not what you thought
Beauty was more than just pleasure
Beauty was not to be caught

Beauty does not understand you
Beauty does as it will please
Beauty does what will placate it
Beauty does nothing but tease

Beauty may ask what you’re thinking
Beauty may seem more than lust
Beauty may not live forever
Beauty may not earn your trust

Beauty shall know temptation
Beauty shall be denied
Beauty shall take the burden
Burden shall know that you lied

Beauty should be everlasting
Beauty should hold no fears
Beauty should lead your heartstrings
Beauty should shed no tears

Beauty cannot be forgiven
Beauty cannot live within
Beauty cannot find redemption
Beauty cannot dwell with sin

Live what you dream -Draft

What if the mirror could see more than skin
If it could reflect the truth and the sin
The deep reaches of all that you are
And if it could, would the world care?

The world is an image, it is not real
It is a facsimile of what you're supposed to feel
It holds a grasp so tight that you have to lie
Else the truth would cause your spirit to die.

We are the downtrodden, the ones who see
What you think we are is not what we're meant to be
We put on our masks, pretend to be you
But in truth we are but one of the few.

We are more than cattle, we rise above,
We live for knowledge, and look for love.
Search for humanity, don't be the machine,
Give all that you are and live what you dream.