Our Paths
Our paths live and let be live life and be free you cannot always go with the flow there's going to be choice you'll have to know so live it up and conquer fears some paths are hollow and left with tears our life is like a game of chess
Tragic Life
End of part one of a short story about life.
Pieces
I know people have heard this From time to time But people quite don't understand it It wasn't as common back then But now It's becoming more and more apparent Autism is starting to become more noticeable Not just in children but adults as...
Stripes
I look to the woods to the south and i run for my life to it. three soldiers are chasing after me and i run faster but i can't stop thinking what my father would do to me, beat me, be drunk, and rape my sister.
?every year, every month, ever week, every day, every hour, every minute, every second
every year goes by and something's don't seem to change, every month a new event happens but its goal is always the same every week passes and people say things they regret every day passes and still we all try to forget every hour passes with a...
A Light in the Dark
#3 of poetry a short peom about that life is indeed hard but there will be lights in the dark no matter how small life is hard and cruel an unbreakable rule your end will come stopping your drum no matter the menace and harm the death you must disarm
Wasted Life
Am i destined to lose in life? or is it because i'm a failure? mind and body, i'm alone. broke my life in hopes to better. i stand here now to sing this song, but it doesn't fix the picture.
The Storm
Four Dragons Dance In The Eternal Plains Twisting And Turning Above Our World. Beautiful Like The Rose, But Dangerous, As The Sword. Each Roars Sending A Wave Through The Air And With Each Breath That Hones The Trees A...
Poem #63: Green
#64 of poetry a poem about the life around us, and the life in nature.
Poem #54: The Sea
_the sea_ some things in life aren't clear we hear the lies and truths intertwine into each other and sometimes, we cannot tell the illusion from our reality what we feel is not what always should be felt we do not understand what is beyond
Poem #52: Chaos
Chaos_ butterflies are floating in the dust cringing away from all the pain lying in the dark and lust now all the pleasure must remain sometimes waiting is unfair sleeping in with rocks and hell fires swallowing all the air all purposes in life
Poem #51: Innocence
The world that way with time all evidence of memories will fade no one will know who got on their knees and prayed; a light passing by may shed some hope helping out all of those who struggle to cope let this muddled message be marked and told life