S: Sing, Dear

I don’t even

Consider

This time

What are we to do

There’s lighting in the sky

Yet we’re here

Right now

Smiling

Because we know how

To make fun

Out of boring

Are you boring?

I hope not

Sing to me

I know the rain is falling

But,

Sing to me,

Anyway!

I don’t care what genre

Give me something, anything

Listen here to Madonna

Three Days Grace, or Linkin Park

Play a tune

I’d love to hear your amazing voice

Sing to me here

Under the cloudy sky

I’ve heard of ACDC, Kid Cudi, Lil Wayne

Anything at this moment

I’d be okay

Because right now all I hear is thunder in the clouds

Sing to me

I know that the rain is falling. Although,

If you sing to me we could possibly fall in love

There’s the band called Westlife

I know it cause I’ve heard.

Epica and Nirvana, Boys Like Girls are bands too so I’ve heard.

Sing to me about the blues skies

Sing to me about anything

All I want is to hear you amazing voice

Sing to me

My dear. 

--

Written 12.23.2014 

15 -100

S: Your Worth

There will be days that I won’t have your touch

No matter, your love is deep within

Distance will grow only physically between us

Because there is nothing that will stop me from loving you

Don’t ever believe that I’ve forgotten

About the love that you’ve given to me

Somehow, we fell in love

It was a chance and one that was worth taking

As a choice we continue to love one another

Little act by little action we show each other

That our love is true, known by more than our eyes

Live without me, because I’ll always be there

Support is something I will not give up

Due to the love that holds us together, we will never break apart

Despite a lack of an official relationship

With or without terms, these matter none

For we live knowing of our love

Until we see each other again

Never allow anyone to get you to believe

In a falsification about me

Love, isn’t the only aspect that has kept us together

Trust, Admiration- So much more

So remember who will always love you outside of family

Deep down, if anyone tries to make you believe that you’re less

You’re not, because you’re worth more than two years to me  

-

Feb 1st 2018

12 - 100

S: Only Myself

S - Single. Does not belong to a specific poetry book. 
 -

It isn’t you I understand

It’s all me and that much makes sense

Because it always is

No matter the situation

These tears, aren’t for you

They’re for my foolishness

And for what I thought through

How could I ever be, so stupid?

Chorus:

It doesn’t makes sense, oh no- not this right now

Because I’m so confused

Who am I to blame?

I blame myself, but then- whose fault is it

I don’t’ know

Sighing I look out in the distance

And I wonder, does anyone understand me

What am I doing? Am I looking for something more?

Sitting down alone I realize that this time scare me quite a bit

I’m nervous, slightly

Chorus

It doesn’t make sense, oh no- not this- oh not now

Because meanings seem to blend together, what happened

I try not to lose myself because the person I hold onto is myself and right now my own confidence has faded

What am I to do? It makes me wonder

What have I been through? I ask myself

Is there anything worse than this?

Waking up, I realize that things are different

I don’t feel the same

Don’t tell me that

I already choose the wrong decision

Who is there to blame?

I’ll blame myself and no one else

And yet it still doesn’t make sense

It’s not that I’m not trying to make this not ‘0make sense’

All I want, is for someone to tell me

What’s going on

Oh I don’t know

Right now I want to comprehend why thing are happening

But obviously, that’s not working

I feel so riled up to the top

Would someone help me?

Oh stranger, would you please

Afraid, a foe,

Either way, I won’t mind you at all

Help me

I’m desperate here

And I’m still baffled by the things people put me through

So who Is the blame

I don’t know

I’ll blame myself.

Chorus

But does it have to make sense?

That’s the question

Let me blame the only culprit

Trapped behind a mirror

Myself

 - 
Written December 24th, 2015 - Found in my Google Drive
4-100

B: Opposing Umbrage: Forward

On Saturday will you hear me

Disappointed will I not be 

An appointment shall we make 

Keeping secrets to debate 

Painful ones, silent memories 

One has to say what one is thinking 

Go together or not at all 

What got us to this point? 

Fallen... Have we all

Head forward, stay alive 

For found in darkness is a light 

Wrong are we? 

Or learning thus we must? 

Awaken, knowledge 

A decision awaits 

To complete 

-

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Written February 3rd, 2015: In memory of Charles Lee Taylor (November 21st, 1931 - September 13th, 2013). Author of  poetry book "Reflections." and Monty Oum - Creator or RWBY - (June 22, 1981 to Feb 1st, 2015)

"We are never fighting alone. Get up, get going, I'll meet you there." - Monty Oum August 2013 on Twitter

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B: Regaining Strength: Home

Home, a place, a noun, a word-

In a heart, that knows not of those bounds ‘home’ means something other

To this heart it means someone, it means people, it means love

In truth, ‘home’ is where loved ones are,

Where the ones who one are cared about live their roles

When this hear reaches it, no city, no country, no ocean can breach

The connection to those who are the home of one’s true given need.

A house, a place, a welcome mat

These are known to a physical home

Psychologically, not able to understand this concept the one who feels does not know

Why is a home a thing? How can home be a stationary place?

What is home when there is no love?

In silence, a house will wait

To the person this heart belongs to,

Love runs deeper than any solid gate

However, home was never ‘one’ but ‘many’

Due to a search that this heart had made

A friend, a lover, a good companion

An abode did this heart contain

Spoken of in the physical world,

Still unknown to a brick weaved in cement

Confused but not confined to

The homes that this heart had gained

Warmth, no matter where it went

One word, Home: a natural connection to love in its finest state

-
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Written 3.23.18

B: Regaining Strength: Breakdown

B - Book 
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Hear me out, my heart cries
While holding onto what’s left of me
With a pulse, it whispers,
“Do you remember, who you are?”

After all of these years of making others happy
Realization hit my core,
An aching heart, barely letting me breath
Reminds me, deep down I can’t get rid of the simplest parts of me

Take my mind, wash away creativity
Then the body, and who it belongs to
My eyes, see only black or white
As for my lips, I cannot speak without being spoken to

However, my heart, the deepest part of me
It may whisper but it is there.
Deep down, it calls for me, to remember
Drowning, in all other task at hand
Simple as a beat, it patiently waits for the time

When my ears hear it one day, and my mind becomes ablaze
A body not one’s own, controlled by another mind, is a puppet
Eyes that do not see detail might as well be blind
Lips that speak not for one’s self, have no use for a voice

Sunrise, the least expecting time.
At night I lie awake, then when the morning comes, I break
Thinking to myself, who am I? What have they turned me into?
To no avail, they come to me, barking commands.

“I am who I am.” I say, as they speak
Sharp, as a whip, they glare and ask, “Excuse me?”
Pulse into a pound, my heart tries to steady,
“This is it. Tell them who you are.”

Depending on the person, this may be easy
Others may not speak
Desperate, a heart will try to reach one’s sense
Although, not all will reach this moment

Some never understand why they don’t feel happy
Never once being allowed to feel for their own
Always being told what to do, how to do it, and when
Not once, being allowed to be who they are

Stripped away, their personalities are gone
Only black or white exist
Luckily, there is always a chance to recover
If only everyone knew how.
 -
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