Inspirational, Poems

My own

My view is clouded

I can’t seem to distinguish

Between reality and a delusion

How I wish my reality was a delusion

My view is clouded

My heart weeps for the past

I am my own rock theses days

I am all I have left

In my weakness I remember

All the lessons of the past

In my clouded view I search for laughter

I search high and low for a glimpse of hope

My view might be hazy

My heart might be broken

But I am my own rock

For better or worse

Poems

Full of hate

In a world full of hate

We can not cross the lines

We can not walk alone at night

In a world full of hate

We are always too polite

Our ears burn from time to time

We hold our tongue from speaking our mind

In one word they show their dislike

With two fist they show their intent

In a world full of hate

How do we determine who is genuine?

Who do we trust?

How can we trust a smile when, so many

hide and coward behind it?

Who is a friendly person and who is not?

In a world full of hate?

Who do we become?

Poems

Today I saw you

Today I saw a picture of you

All the memories I suppress fluttered back

The feelings were felt once more

Yes, even the ones I loathe

Today I saw a picture of you

I was once again reminded of you

Reminded of the things you took from me

My heart is full sorrow for the friend I lost

Today I saw a picture of you

A picture that I wanted to burn

A picture of a man who hurt me so

A friend who was not really a friend

Today I saw a picture of you

Of a person who is lost

Of a person who blames the world

For the misfortunes that he brings upon himself

Today I saw a picture of my mistake

That I wish I could burn off my skin

To day I saw a picture of a blank space that for ever will be known as you

Random thoughts

Forgive yourself

The hardest part of life is not making mistakes because everyone makes those. No, the hardest would have to be is accepting the fact you made a mistake and there's nothing you can do to change the past. The only thing left would be is to forgive yourself for hurting someone else in the process of you learning a lesson. I think we tend to forget that we are only human at the end of the day.

Poems

Red ink

White walls 

Red ink 

Letters that curve as she speaks 

While you see insanity 

I see wisdom 

As she only writes what her lips do not say 

White walls 

Covered in ink, do you ever speak

For you are the only thing that hears me 

Sees my tears at night even when I sleep 

White walls 

Please never say what you must over hear

Instead let them read what these lips do not say 

In my red ink