Sound of Writing

Sound of Writing

I don’t know if I’m writing or hiding, 
I see all these words,
But it’s awfully quiet
We live in a cold world,
But with silent words we can’t fight it
Yeah, I will write for the blind,
And hopefully the deaf will hear,
The lost will find hope,
Through my writing made of tears,
All these things I may say,
But it’s another for me to show,
But if I want to transcend paper,
There are some things I know:
Beauty is beyond words,
Cowerds run in herds,
Truth isn’t always popular,
And truth is, many writers are caged birds
Lingering to be heard
So let’s not write,
Let us speak,
It’s time for us to stop hiding,
Life we need to seek,
For speaking is for the confident,
And scribbling is for the weak.

Write to Shout

Write to Shout

When all is black

Dead

And in the grave

One can hear in the stillness of the night

The scratching beat of my heart

That allows me to write

My thoughts on pure fresh paper

Adding the whispers of my soul

Layer by layer:

“You write me out

Til there’s no sight about

But you keep me trapped

Within my own shouts

I want to be completely free

Free to be

But you only keep me here

On paper, where me you can only see

I’m only in one dimension

I want to go 3-D

Where people can not only see

But hear

Hear about overcoming fear

To learn to cheer when they look into the mirror

For you wear your mouth like a closed zipper

You won’t share your vision aloud

No, not even a whisper

It’s one thing to write

And another to shout

So write with your blood, and speak with your soul

Til every ounce of blood and meaningful words spills out”

Restless

Restless

To many times in life

We seek things that gratify

But no matter how many times we try

Nothing seems to satisfy

Its as if we are grasping for the wind

When we think we found something good

It just blows away

Leaving us disheartened and lost for yet another day

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see

That our souls are restless

No matter what we have in this world

Our souls still yearn

And burn

For something

And all I know is this one thing

That nothing from this earth

can satisfy this longing

Nothing of this world

Will ever give us a true sense of belonging

I continually look in myself for the solution

Then I found another resolution

The answer for this problem does not come from within

Otherwise we would know what to do

And our souls wouldn’t be searchin

The answer is still out

And about

Waiting to fill this half full cup

So instead of looking down into ourselves

Why don’t we look up

Grains of Sand

Grains of Sand
(A shorty short poem)

We are all grains of sand
On the sea of time
In due time
We will all be washed away
But until that day
And starting today
Let’s live a life of purpose
And put all distractions, doubt and fear away

Fugitive

Fugitive

I am my own affliction
I am the one with the addiction
Living an unfulfilled life has become my only mission
And I don’t allow myself any remissions
Of my faults
After each mistake
I cause my life to come to a hault
Instead of seeking progression
I fall right back on the path of regression
I try to walk the other way
But this heavy burden of oppression
Has created a growing virus of depression
If I don’t get right
Soon
I will come to my doom
So
I need to fight
I’m going to apprehend
This thief
Who has made my life sad
And brief
I’m not only going to tame this beast
I’m going to go down
Down
And down
The deepest and darkest depths of my soul
And bring my weapons and armor to combat these raging demons
That are making my life so dull
I’m going to fight
Fight
And fight
Until I take back control
I am a fugitive
That has made my existence punitive
But I am going to catch this criminal
Who has made my hopes and dreams o so minimal
And make his life the one that is so miserable!
Then maybe I can move on with my life and say that I’ve finally done something considerable

Little-White Lie

Little-White Lie

Sometimes we feel it necessary
To let loose
The truth
Just a little white lie…
It won’t hurt a fly…
Yet every mistake
Has its stakes
Though we thought the falsification was thin
It is still a sin
And every sin
Continually decays us from within
Our lies do not just affect others
We become the victim
So keep on telling those little lies
You’re just quickening your own demise
So ask God for forgiveness each sunrise
And sunset
Because a new day of life
Is not a sure bet
It’s not worth an eternity in hell
Because small white lies you want to tell
Though the truth may hurt
It’s better than being consumed by
Fire, ashes, and dirt
So turn around
Lie and sin no longer
So that your relationship with God will become fonder
And your chances of reaching heaven will grow stronger.

Heart-Less

Heart–Less

Throughout my 17 years
I’ve shed few tears
No matter what calamity
May come at me
I hide my emotions completely
My grandparents and uncle may have died
But not once did I cry
Because I bottle my emotions up Inside
I have to much pride
To share how I feel
So behind my lies
I hide
All the while,
My mixed emotions collide
Now where my soul is,
17 years of pain, regret, and anger reside
Once one deadly emotion subsides
Another is brought back up by
The never ending tide
Of the demons inside.
This has become my way of life,
But how can I say that I love myself
If I constantly stab myself in the back
With a knife?
What will happen when the bottle becomes full?
Will I just be dull
And null
Of existence?
I will always feel like an outcast
If I can’t get passed
My past
I can’t take this much longer
If this lasts
Because if I can’t connect with myself
Then I can’t connect with others
Not even my father, brother, or mother
Living like this
Life I will be affiliated
But not truly apart
And living life like this
I will be alive
But devoid of a heart

 

Deepest Depths of the Mind

Deepest Depths of the Mind

What will we find

When we go to the deepest depths of the mind?

Will we accept what we see

And be able to move past the walls

Of painful memories

And journey on the Sea of Truth?

The truth that we once knew and accepted

But eventually ran from and rejected…

Once life went wrong.

The doors of doubt and dread

Are waiting for you to unlock them from your head

So you can get your soul and thoughts

Out of the land of the dead

And move on ahead

Through that Sea of Truth.

Land on its shore

And let your mind

Come to peace and acceptance

Atlast and forevermore!

The Essentials of Life

The Essentials of Life

The day before my grandpa died

This is what I asked:

“What would you do if you could relive your past?”

He said, “I would make life last

I would make sure I would appreciate it and not have lived life so fast

I would have gave more to

The poor

I would put more in store

and try harder

I would pay more attention and give more love to my daughters

I would put others above my self

And take away the blame from everybody else

I would apologize

For all of my lies

I would of fought a good fight

and ran til I got the prize”

He said, “Grandson,

You have your whole life ahead

Don’t make stupid decisions that you will dread

Think smart

and not from your heart.

Don’t be like me,

who has lived a life of tragedy

and wasted my potential to love for an eternity

Get a decent education

Don’t you give in to procrastination

But most importantly,

Appreciate life

Make it your duty

To look at the beauty

of all

For if you look at only the negatives

You will surely fall

And above all,

Give back to this hurting world

Spread your hope all throughout this earth

And maybe the notion of peace and love will finally be given birth

And spread

Ahead

to all who heard

Your meaningful words.”

A Light in the Night

A Light in the Night

My heart is black
All of my goodness has been sucked out and I went back
Back to being abundantly wicked
My soul and conscience I’ve evicted
My eyes see red
My mind thinks green
And there’s hardly few
Who don’t know what I mean.
We’re consumed by Darkness.
It’s grown so much it’s something we can’t harness
Our souls are tarnished
Our individual philosophies are inching us closer and closer to hell
But we are too self-righteous, individualistic, or blind to tell
Our hypocrisy, greed, hate, lust, selfishness, and envy are burning us up,
But the fire we can’t see or smell.

But please, our souls we shouldn’t sell
Since we’re still alive
We still have a chance to thrive
Even though we fell
You see, what’s darkness when there’s light?
A path in the darkest of nights
That can guide us to a place that we have never been
A new beginning
So follow this light
And survive the night
Let the light trigger a flare in your soul
And watch it ignite
And like fireworks, let the lights make the night
Beautiful and Bright

 

Out of my Coma

Out of My Coma

I am exhausted
My life I have lost it
I am not even me anymore,
I am a faded image of myself
A ghost
Just call me a burnt peace of toast
Just tossed to the side and thrown out
My heart and soul are in a drought!
I just want to shout it out!
But I am immediately drowned with doubt!

Call me comatose
I have no feeling
I have a slight breath
Nearing my death
Forever I’ve been at rest
I wear my shame on my breast
The fact that I lost my life but I’m still alive I can hardly digest
Any longer
I am tired of this life
I must grow stronger!

I am ready to rid of my old self
This stranger
Who put me in severe danger
Of losing my life
I was ruining myself
By stabbing myself with a knife
Right in the back
But now, life I don’t want to lack
I am ready to go out
Be free
Be a new me
I must not only exist
I need to persist
I am done with living the life of my
Own compromise
Now it’s time to stand up
Be me
And rise