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


My life

My past is gritty

It’s fog on a rainy day

Both beautiful and ugly

the exterior is flawed

The perception is a lie

I’m not this angel with wings

I’ve burned a long time ago

My past is gritty

The scars on my skin are very real

Sometimes I feel them at night

They drown me in nightmares time to time

Admitting my sins is worthless

There’s no twelve step program for it

For they will always find away back

Blood will always remind me of the past

My past is gritty

The perception will always be a lie


A date with the boss?

The man in charge of everything

Always needs to be in control

Hardly breaks a smile anymore

The man in charge who are you really?

Are you the kind of man whose actually sweet?

Sweet underneath all the grudge exterior

Are you something more than the boss?

Should I go on a date with the boss?

Hey you, the man in charge there must be something different

about you then what meets the eye.


Thorn of a rose

The thorn of the roses

were plump as a peach

They thirsted for sweet blood

They craved the taste of flesh

I was too consumed with the beauty of the pedals

In trance in the vibrant color of red to notice;

how my hand vanished in a sea of red

Yet, I still held the rose;

as my hand became covered in my own blood

Drenching everything in sight

Pain erupted in my core, but I sill held on

to what was hurting me the most.




Daily Prompt: Snippet of Film

In my last moments will you be my last thought?

In my last moments would you even have a second in my story?

My life is composed of short snippets of film.

Snippets of the grand moments in my life.

They are all filled with joy and freedom.

Even as they lay me to rest; I still feel alive.

These are the moments I will hold on to in my end.

Do you see me in the air because that is where I’ll be.



via Daily Prompt: Snippet