Category : Poems

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 *I have a handful of short poems I have written. As part of the process of posting old work in between new stuff, I decided to gather all this work into one post. I chose the picture because the first poem went well with it.*


             ::Drowned to Live::

I drowned in the lake once.
I was murdered by birth and grew
tired of being dead.
So I drowned myself alive.
The water in my lungs taught me
to breathe.
I truly taste the air now.
My eyes now fully functional, 
I can truly see. 
Do wish to live miss? 
I can bring you to life.
Join me under the water and
become drowned, just like me.



        ::Fear of the Mixing Pot::


I asked God, "What is wrong with me?"
God simply replied, "I created you."
Can something be made out of hate?
Can something be destroyed with love?

Thin lines have become our existance
Nothing is black or white
Nothing just wrong or just right

We escape the mixing pot 
to seperate ourselves
"Green eyes stands here, 
Red hair stands their."
"But sir, I have both. Where do I stand?"
"You don't belong." 

Now we are mixing again
Mixed beliefs, mixed race, 
mixed genders
The labels placed to make fools feel safe peel and come off. 
Now you must open the can to see whats inside. 
Fear of the unknown returns.
They cry out to God, "What's wrong with them?"
Simple reply. "I CREATED THEM."


                 ::Ode to Eve::

Eve, mother of mothers, 
who chose not to be blind  
Listened to the truth 
and broke the chain of lies  
The first oppressed, 
she sought to be free  
Gain real knowledge 
from the fruit of a tree  
She was not selfish 
and chose to awaken man  
Punished for her independence, 
God's anger brought death to the land 
What kind of mercy 
would force those to bleed
Keep them oppressed 
and bare the pain of our seed
No respect 
for the great minds of their sex
Only thing matters 
is the milk from their breasts
Fed from and used 
with no say of their own
"Man is king of his castle" 
the place you call home  

So rise up, oh daughters of eve
Fight for your rights, fight for equality
No longer blind, you will make us all see
The knowledge of the apple for all to read


               ::Inside the Cover::

Did you look behind the veil?
Or are you conditioned to judge by the cover?
Do you believe in what you see?
Or do you get to know what is unseen?

There is more to that picture then what the eye tells
A truth unknown because the image doesn't sell
Told to fear knowledge with an apple or a box
Never take a bite or look inside, you will become lost
But it is a lie, we all need to take that chance
Get to know, learn to grow, step out on that branch

Nobody wants to miss life cause they closed thier eyes during the exciting parts
Sometimes what you find in the light can also be found in the dark.
So don't be quick to turn away based on what you see.
That ugly path there could be the way to your fantasies.


                ::Never Past Pain::

The pain is good to know when you're alive
So did Reichelt feel pain after he fell from the sky?
Did he lie broken screaming he wish he could die?
For his body to cease and his pain to survive.
Living through love ones with lost that never pass
They cant get pass the pain they endured in the past
Time in itself has tendencies to cause hurt.
Every second to remember lost loves will never return
Many over time have bled and left others behind
Who in turn still left bleeding deeper inside
To carry such pain is a heavy burden to bare
You can't simple drop pain, too damaged to repair
You may sedate pain with a concoction to consume 
The pain never retires, soon back on those wounds
So nothing to do but embrace this old friend
Others come and go, but pain will remain till the end


                 ::How Do I Rate?::

Every smile, every tear, every joy, every fear, I have practiced to endear. I need your stars, I hunger for your likes, If I starve, will you thumbs up what I write? If I bleed, pretend to please, will you feel my need, for you to 5 star what you read? Everything I am facing, everything I am chasing, solely depends on your approval rating.  It is social media that keeps me chained, never free from the pain of my desire towards that breif internet fame. Now just a hollow shell, my individuality has gone to hell, I am just what you made me to be, flesh made into another meme.