Stains
Posted: April 16, 2016 Filed under: Free Verse, Uncategorized | Tags: consciosuness, humanity, life Leave a commentI have buckets of tears,
For the lonely.
I have few pennies,
For the empty.
I have a beating heart
For the hateful.
I have blankets
For the broken.
I try and try
To erase the void
But I feel so small,
And so vulnerable.
Can a hopeless have hope?
Can I last until dawn?
For this night is endless
For a life already shattered.
Shots
Posted: March 9, 2016 Filed under: Lyrics | Tags: life, love, pain, past, regret Leave a comment
Braveheart
Posted: December 3, 2015 Filed under: Free Verse, Uncategorized | Tags: life, lifepath, reflection, trust Leave a commentMy life is a series of pain
Often the first people I meet
Were always the first ones to leave
Like a wind that just passed through.
It still hurt, yes, I ask myself why
I am always placed in these fateful encounters
Going through the circles and cycles
Of betrayals and of putting knives behind one’s back.
Often the first cut is the deepest
A slow torture that cannot be easily forgotten
Replaying like a movie in my head
Haunting my very existence.
It is almost always hard to let go
Oh, I will always know when
It was time to move on
I hurts to always say the last goodbye.
I form attachments I know will hurt
Full of bruises yet still unbroken
Full of false hopes yet still faithful
Until I had to put up a wall.
So now you ask why I was slow to trust
Now you ask why silence was the only thing you got
Dear, there’s more to silence than meets the eye
It speaks in volumes the only little forgotten things that matter.
Halloween
Posted: October 30, 2015 Filed under: Rhyme | Tags: celebration, faith, God, gratitude, life, path Leave a commentI should have felt fear
Instead I wanted to cheer.
I feel blessed indeed
For I felt no need
To wallow in misery.
I feel like my cup is overflowing
You heard my pleas and suffering
Indeed if this is the path you’ve chosen for me
Then I’m content to have made you happy
For all along you were my shepherd.
I offer my thanks this day
There’s nothing more I can say
But words of gratitude and gladness
No more fear and sadness
My heart goes out with love to all souls and saints.
Letters
Posted: October 28, 2015 Filed under: Free Verse | Tags: calling, job, journalist, life, passion, profession, road, work Leave a commentYou live life on the road
You eat words for breakfast
Just to get by the deadline.
Never minding the ungodly hours
Nor the sore feet from walking for miles
Yet you get to have a love-hate relationship with power
You’re forever crossing a bridge to danger.
And then unlearning the beliefs you once had
And learning to cuss when bullshits stare at you with malice.
Oh, but the story you look for can only be beautiful
When the protagonist is bad and ugly with money
You always crumple the paper until its insanely perfect
After staring so long at the blank walls of your room
Only to realize with dismay how your work is sliced in half
Oh, but then you are able to see unspoken truths
Never heard, never written, and long forgotten.
How complex can your role be?
You are an observant in an unfolding history
Whose side on shall you be?
Ah, but you’re the gatekeeper of society
It’s a calling, it truly is
For the strong-willed can only persist
From finding the gold in the tunnel.
Knowledgeable about everything yet a master of none
What the hell am I talking about?
Ladies and gentlemen, it’s being a journalist, that’s what.
Alive
Posted: October 17, 2015 Filed under: Lyrics | Tags: courage, life, powerful, reborn, resilience, song Leave a comment
Maybe
Posted: August 31, 2015 Filed under: Free Verse | Tags: change, choices, experience, irony, life, living, maybe, poem Leave a commentMaybe heaven is hell
And hell a heaven
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe dreams are real
And reality is a dream
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe happiness is pain
And pain is a happiness
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe innocence is guilt
And guilt is an innocence
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe sweet is bitter
And bitter a sweet
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe winning is losing
And losing is winning
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe justice is revenge
And revenge is justice
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe war is peace
And peace a war
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe the present is a past
And the past a present
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe love is hate
And hate is love
Either way
I have lived.
Maybe life is death
And death is life
Either way
I have lived.
And maybe life is a puzzle
Forever a mystery
Either way
I have lived.