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

Not the same

I realize that I’m not the same person anymore.

Every time I look around me I see it more and more

There are moments I loathe the person I have become

In those moments I wish there was a way to start over

In those moments do I look deep within and dislike what I see

I cry the most of the person that I can become

This person who will be alone for ever

I realize I am not the same anymore but neither are you

My heart aches for all my lost time

It weeps for the future and the past

Late nights thinking of how things could change

Dreaming of the day that will never come

Yes, I realize I am no longer the same

yet, you are not the same either, so lets not pretend

we are both the same. .

Poems

Being one

Change with the wind

Change with the color of the leafs

I know that I’ll be who I’m supposed to be

Criticize if you wish for ill always be me

Even if that means that you won’t know me

I’m not as simplistic as people believe

Im no angel nor a thief

I’m two halves of a whole just wait and see

For when these two subside

There will be inner peace

That is where you will find me

You’ll finally see whose been within me

The facade will be over after all these years

You will never be able to diminish me

For I am two halves of a whole that complete me

Poems

Flips Everything

sweet dreams end in tragedy

love for one self turns to hate

self-love turns in to distaste

happiness seems unreachable

laying with the enemy changes you

wishing to swim in sin once more

Lying to one self for one night

Sweet dreams that end in tragedy

Would it be worth it for only one night?

Even if the price to pay is losing yourself

Losing you; to swim in sin once more?

 

Poems

Bare

For me it was real; even if it wouldn’t last

for me every moment, every conversation meant something

The silly games you would play that made me smile was real

I meant every word I had shared with you

None, of me was a lie; it was all real

Now, my heart crumbles with the thought of the lies

My breath shakes when I think of all those past times

I pride myself of being my self and now I fear of it

I fear being judge for who I am or rejected because of it

Mostly I fear of being taken advantage of once again

Trust is no longer one of my cards

Trust of people over all has forsaken me