The collection

You had asked me sweetly

If i would ever so clearly

Let you write my poems down

For you to keep.
I refused to let you write

And yet I said I’ll do it 

With all my might

I’ll rewrite
And started I did

From some of my first ones

And yet the memories come flooding

Like a wave of endless tides.
I have started to lose myself 

And with my forgotten poems now at hand

I remember where I am.
I thank you for letting me rewrite

My poems

My past

My life

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Crimson Tears

Scarred lines

Vivid signs

Trails of tears

I left behind.
Scarred signs,

These lines of mine,

Trails stretching

Longer and longer.
Crimson tears

Gather at my sides

My thoughts and heart collides

While I’m numb inside.
These crimson tears

Filled with my fears,

Trailing away

Till in darkness I stay.

A dollar,  a coin, a will

Drunk on pain

Dazed by thought

Thought of playin games

ended up doing naught

A golden coin

A silver mine

a treasure trove

A money grove

as many search

and few do find

success in writing

and have time to continue,

the will of the writer

the mind of an author,

the beauty of a poet

and the view of an artist,

all of them are one

with the exception of their trade,

but the fact remains standing

that their skill

and thought

leads to a work of art

etched into paper,

canvas, technology

for all to find

and all to read.

Do any of you have the will

the idea and skill set

to follow your dream and make it come true?

Middle of it all

Stepping out,

From this place,

Stepping from,

your embrace.

A world I see

Staring back

Straight at me

For an eternity.
The fleeting kiss

From the breeze.

The minor stop

Of my heart.
A world so big

Yet so small

A world so high 

Above it all.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

The hidden ark.

I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park.

With my back against the world

Away from its cold embrace

Far away, from, its, gaze

Far away from a single trace.
And looking back

What I see

Is a new start

For you and me
In the middle of nature’s park

Standing next to you

We feel worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.
I’m standing in the middle of it all

In the middle of nature’s park

Feeling like we’re worlds apart

But I’d give you my heart

I’d give you my heart.

Booming Voices

I slwoly wake

To hear your screams

The agony and pain

The contortions of your dreams

as the voices that surround you

your mind and soul

an endless nightmare

Clarity your goal.
Clawing at your dreams

facing your reality

Your fears a booming echo

of agonizing uncertainty

as the voices never stop

Just waiting for your gaurd to drop.

Can’t you see me? 

So, we all got our demons.”
our demons may differ slightly,

as I said, mines, a shadow,

A mystery that exists,

that few know.
You see him,

but few notice.

Like a ghost,

he vanishes at night

and as loyal as he is

returns by day.
“We all have our fears.”
Tears are strolling,

no longer controlling.

pain, loss, hatred, death.

all hurt the same,some less.
“We’re all lost.”
Trying to find

only to find it trying itself.

Our paths long lost

our roads seemingly gone.

we wander in search,

hoping to find our way back.
“Sorry for this suckish section. I think I should remove this book. It already hurts before I write here. Writing just reminds me of the pain…”
I walk away, the question still in the air.

“Do I stay Do I go?”

Final Change

Bleeding and bruised 

I’d walk away 

with endless nights of thought 

I’d lay awake, 

Wondering,  

what else life would take.. 
For weeks turned to dust

And days, 

Oh days would rust

Till only its framework would show

As hollow as though 

By just a simple touch

It would crumble.
And yet, 

I would change every night 

A new thought 

A new idea, 

And yet this night

This dark night, 

It seems different

As the final change should

Yet,  I’m scared 

As to what awaits

Just as man should.