Collection of Poems 2

Window

I look through my window,
only to see a world I don't know.
I know not of life in the streets,
nor what is beyond them.
I could tell you how it was built,
or even when.
I could even tell you its history.
But I know not the people,
the hardships they endure,
nor their stories.

I have been sheltered,
kept far away from the world.
Instead I live in a world of ballrooms, classrooms,
and amidst of politics.
I play the game of the rich and privileged,
day in and day out.
Always the same, and never changing.
I know only masks,
or their petty complaints,
and their underhanded ways.

What you want

Do what you want.
A motto of life,
so simple in concept,
yet so difficult to live out.

Say what you want.
Disregard others,
no diplomacy.
Straight-forward and always true.

Seek what you want.
Chase a dream,
or a fairy-tale dragon.
It matters not, only that you seek.

Believe what you want.
Sure and unchanging,
always knowing the truth,
and never wavering at others words.

What you want,
is a simple concept,
but in truth impossible to live.
For there are always things that go before.

I I

I discard the world,
care not what happens to it.
I live only for me.
Because the world discarded me.

I dismiss responsibility,
refuse to fulfill duties.
I won't have ties to anything.
Because all responsibilities to me have been dismissed.

I change what I dislike,
Accept what I can't.
I do everything to please myself.
Because the world is far from perfect.

I do all this,
Because this is the only path.
I can't handle anything else.
Because I have no one to help me if I fall.

May not

I may not seem like much,
but beneath the surface
of my flirty, flighty show
is someone who has seen too much.

I may not seem reliable,
but give me a cause worth fighting for
and I will give my all
to ensure all will be well.

I may not seem that bright,
but don't judge a book by its cover.
I am wise beyond my years,
and I know more then I let on.

I may not seem to be independent,
but I rely on no one.
Those that care for me,
are really being cared for.

I may not seem very dangerous,
but if I ever seem that way,
then I doubt that person lived.
I am capable of more then you know.

I may not seem like much,
but beneath my personality.
Because you only see the surface,
and like a lake, I go much deeper then that.

Don't mind

Don’t pay me any mind,
for I long ago lost my mind.
midst all of this,
chaos, destruction, and confusion.

So now I go on,
I care not what is going on.
my life is all I have,
and I will not risk it.

Death always came,
not matter where I to came.
now I avoid all beings,
so I don’t see their pain.

I cried at first,
Though no more after the first.
To many tears to be shed,
But not enough time.

<In the end..</b>

In the end...
there is no point,
nothing is ever left.
It brings such sadness,
when everything’s done,
but it is unavoidable,
and it is always sought.
Sometimes it's too close,
and other times too far.
In joy we long for it,
and in fear we dread it.
It is how things are
and it is a logical conclusion.
Everything that begins
must eventually end.
The key is not to focus on either
instead on what is in between.
There lies our lives,
hopes and dreams.
As well as our memories
of happiness and pain.
But the end will always come,
and we have only two choices
to embrace it or run from it.
That's all there is
In the end...

To my heart

Give me peace of mind,
and easier path you shall have
to my heart.
Tell me what draws you here,
instead of flattering lies.

Make me laugh
like a friend would.
Focus not on stealing kisses,
instead on stealing shy smiles.

Hold me when I cry,
but also when I don't.
No tears may not mean sadness isn't there.
Forgive mistakes of mine,
and yours will fade from memory.

Tell me when I'm wrong,
but don't stop me.
I won't expect you to change,
if you won't try to change me.

Don't always buy me roses,
though they are beautiful.
I'd be happier with something thoughtful.
Talk to me about trivial things,
because not everything has to serious.

You don't have to put on an act,
if I could truly love you, and
then your flaws are irrelevant.
As long as you do the same.

Come with me

Forget your pain.
Come with me.
I can't promise to take it away,
or make it go away.
I won't sit here and lie,
it will always be there.
Come with me.
I will make you forget it.
Your pain will be pushed,
into the back of your mind.
And we will take joy
from everything around us.
It matters not who suffers,
only that yours is eased.

Laugh

Don't laugh.
It's not funny.
Why is this so amusing?
It hurts...

Stop!
I can't stand that sound.
How can you laugh?
I'm starting to feel dizzy...

Please!
The sound keeps echoing through my head.
Why are you doing this?
Everything is blurry...

Shut up!
Your laughter is all I can hear.
How come you aren't helping?
And slowly everything goes black...

Silence.
There is nothing to hear.
Can I stay here forever?
I don't think anyone would care...

Pointless Revenge

I do not seek revenge.
There is no point.
Stories have made it to seem,
to be unfulfilling in the end.

So instead I will seek means,
to overcome my grief.
That way no one will suffer,
including me.

I won't go on a pointless journey.
To kill someone
in the name of revenge.
I won't waste my time.

I'll live a full life.
Instead one of death.
I won't have to look at bloodshed
ever again.

I am not

I am not alone,
yet the darkness still comes,
it pushes me to the edge,
it’s oddly familiar though.

I am not lost.
though, I know not the way
wander aimlessly no more
because I cling to a reason.

I am not depress,
because I refuse to dwell,
on all past pains,
living in the present is far easier.

I am not persecuted,
for I have joined the rest,
my true self lives behind a mask,
and no one will ever see it.

I am not abandoned,
never have I attached myself,
no person has ever come close,
and no one has been given the chance.

I am not ignored,
I stand out in any crowd,
though I seek not their attention,
instead I hide away.

I am not guilty,
since I am never on the line,
I never harm anyone,
but I never help them either.

I am not dead,
because I have yet to live,
my life is empty,
with no joy to fill it,
or pain to sweeten it.

Always Tomorrow

Tomorrow will always come.
As will so many other things.
whether it be nature
or by man.
This fact holds true.

It’s always consistent,
that it’s rather comforting.
We never except anything different,
and a grave day it would be
if tomorrow never came.

It is almost to the point
of it being inescapable.
It can’t run away,
there is no way to change.
Suddenly tomorrow doesn’t seem so bright.

There is something we can’t escape,
we cannot change
for consequences are grave.
Giving in to the inevitable
we accept our responsibility.

It will always exist,
and it never relents,
there is no where to run,
we must continue on,
for new responsibility will always come.

The strings of the puppet

The puppet looks so sad,
as his puppeteer cuts a string,
he mourns the loss,
but continues on
to find someone that’s new.

The old wound fades from memory,
as the next puppeteer comes to play.
Another string is severed.
now only two remain,
and the puppet is losing faith,

Yet another string is gone,
his body now can barely move,
all seems lost.
But the choice remains:
to find another or be forgotten.

Despite despair the puppet goes on,
and once again finds a puppeteer.
So now he waits
for the end,
his last string to be slit.

To his surprise they are repaired,
the puppet is fixed.
Not the same as before,
for too much as been lost,
but it all lies in the past.

So he continues on,
his strings still cut
by careless ones,
but there is always those
who will fix his strings.

Of happiness

Another forgotten memory,
One of better days,
Instead replaced again
by ones of misery.

To me it seems
selective memories we have.
Tears shed remain inside our heads,
while every laugh has quickly fled.

So much angst,
That joy is pushed aside.
So much pain,
It’s all we bear.

Happiness is fleeting,
It never seems to stay,
though dark things always cling.
Is it really the world we have to blame?

Twisted world

A twisted world exists,
Were evil can be found.
Destruction is inevitable,
And chaos can be found.

A loss of hope is near,
A time of great need.
Here comes a hero
On a valiant stead.

The battle won,
A world rejoices.
A new age is made,
And all is grand.

A twisted world it is,
With dragons with the breath of fire,
And maidens to play the role of damsel.
This fairy tale place.

My world

I’ve given up.
And here in this world will I stay.
Here I fight no wrongs,
Instead the hero does.

In this twisted little world,
Exist such chaotic people.
Along with creatures of darkness
That cling to those of light.

This is my world,
Created in my mind.
Just a figment
Of my imagination.

I live in this world,
I’ve given up denying it,
Instead I have a place to hide,
Were all are there for my amusement.

Stream of lost Stones

I stare into a stream,
it’s far fuller then I believed.
Flooded with tears of lost dreams,
that it quietly received.

Beneath the water I can see,
symbols for dreams of happiness.
Smooth and shiny some may be,
while others possess a dull roughness.

These stones do not speak,
yet much is known.
All these once belonged to the weak,
their dreams they could not own.

Don’t throw your stone away,
instead learn to cope.
Because if you will not sway,
your stone may be your gem of hope.

A part</a>

There exists a part of me
that I have long suppressed.
The desire to lash out,
the wish of destruction.
A harsh resentment
for all that breathe.
A deep seed need,
to watch people suffer.
An uncontrollable urge
to strangle the fools.
A fascination of flowing blood
from the cuts of others.
Continuous chants of curses
every time they open they speak.
These thoughts won't stop,
I can't make them stop...

What you do.

I can’t seem to help it,
I don’t know why.
As my eyes scan the room
they always land on you.
You enchant me so easily,
I don’t think it’s fair.
When my heart skips a beat
every time our eyes meet.
Emotions force me to follow,
leaving logic far behind.
A smile, a laugh,
each one evoked by you.
Ironic though,
I wish you wouldn’t.

<Action of time

Weep for what has been lost,
because without regret
we never strive for more.
Accept what is here,
everything is temporary,
the moments too fleeting.
Look to what is to come,
there lies our hopes,
and eventually it will pass.

Can and Can't

I can stand the thoughtless comments,
the ceaseless taunts,
insults...
I can stand the pain,
the endless confusion,
loneness...
I can't stand the emptiness,
the easy betrayal,
rejection...

Of things, of people

There are things,
that we've always had.
Things that comfort us,
and are always consistent.
They never leave,
even when forgotten.
People like that exist,
all around us.
Just like those items though,
they can be forgotten,
lost amidst the changes,
but the difference is
they may not be there...

To fall, give up, and lose

To fall is inevitable,
to climb back up is possible,
but not always logical.
To give up is desirable,
the path easily accessible,
the only way to become stoical.
To lose hope is regrettable,
but sometimes it's simply not visible,
it's the lost sight of what is critical.

Falling
If I were to fall,
would you catch me?
Because at this rate I will,
and I can't stop it.
If I were to fall,
would you help me climb back up?
Because I'm too weak,
I need a guiding hand.
If I were to fall,
would you call down to me?
Because I'll be alone,
in a place were despair devours.
If I were to fall,
would you care?
Because I'm not perfect,
and I can't change that.

Worry not

You tell me not to worry,
that everything is alright.
Nothing to concern myself with,
but the what-if keep coming.
Maybe I could stop it,
or less the wound.
I can't promise I will,
so instead I'll bandage it up.
The wound might be to deep,
and then I'll let you cry on my shoulder.
If you won't cry,
then I'll stay by you're side.
Don't tell me not to worry.
Because I'm helpless
to stopping your pain.
So let me worry,
because that's all I can do.

The act

Smile,
Eyes are on you,
waiting to catch any slip ups.
Laugh,
Only the perfect act
can fool them.
Joke,
because you can't risk
them find out.
Pretend,
they know you so well,
but you don't want their concern.
Lie,
you protect them from your misery,
because that's what friends are for.

Fairytales

Once upon a time,
there were fairytales.
Stories of mystic lands,
with dragons and castles.
With courageous knights
that came to the rescue.
And where first love
was also true love.
The place where good and evil
was black and white.
These stories are of dreams,
ideal visions of the world.
Where it's always
Happily ever after.

Feel

I feel…
Light headed, almost dizzy,
It’s one of many symptoms.
My hands are shaking
nothing seems to help.
I can't concentrate,
everything's blur.
My stomach is a mess,
I almost feel sick.
I'm a wreck right now,
and it's because
I've fallen for you.