About Poems
These are poems I have written over the years, I hope you enjoy!
Invisible Sickness
There was a man who was sick
He doesn't look sick
But his heart is sick
He could be healed
But that would mean
He would have to yield
His own self-esteem
There was a man who was scared
He doesn't look scared
But his heart is scared
He could be comforted
But that would mean
Scratch off the sheen,
And accept the shame of his actions
There was a girl who was a fool
Who fell for those who were cruel
And took the bait for what looked a jewel
She paid the price
Of falling for what looks nice
And never saw the invisible sickness.
anger is a choice
anger is a common feeling
powered by unfairness of lack of healing
it creates an intense emotion
locked in your throat with no motion
"PLEASE HELP! I'm trapped!" I scream
"no" says a voice, "this is only a dream"
"how can this be?" I ask
"an emotion, impossible to fully mask?"
"emotion" says the voice
"is powered by choice"
I step back and sigh
"how does anger fly?"
"how is it that it controls my choices and mood?"
"why does it force me to be so rude?"
"logic," says the voice,"only you can control you"
"Therefor, only you can decide what next to do"
Suicide by Comparison
"Success is in the eye of the beholder" They say, and that is true, but so is beauty and valor. "You can't compare yourself to another" they say, "you can't find joy in other's failure". I say, "you do not know what I am capable of", and if my self deprication leads me astray, so be it. I will walk willingly to my deathday, head held high, walking in stride because, in this way, I convinced myself I did today what I can do for any pay: succeed at life, the impossible cardplay, cheat death, but in reality I am my own jailer, carting myself away to a doom which I cannot escape, locked in a room, in my chains I stay. For life outside of the world I created is terrifying thing to survey, how can I succeed with no one to please? So there I lay, mind astray, soaking in dismay, when will I learn not to yearn for something others can acheive but grant myself some repreive? I made this boquet but I don't have to smell it. I can run free and guaruntee my safety. So I bend down on one knee and promise myself to stay carefree."