So yeah, here are some of my poems. Two of them have been published!
Note: Not all my poems are up. I have way too many. @-@
Dream
A place where butterflies and flowers are many colors to be;
a place where men don't lie and do laugh with glee.
A place where the water's clear and sunsets are always there to see;
a place so peaceful and yet you pay no fee.
A place I have to keep locked up with only one key;
so that no one can get in and destroy a dream only for me.
A place where princesses are saved by a knight;
a place where no man has fear or spite.
A place where there is always light;
a place where the moon is always lit in the darkest of night.
A place I have to keep locked up tight;
that even a guardian has to protect it with all it's might;
a place I keep away from everyone even if it's not right;
for this dream is mine and I won't let it go without a fight.
A place where I find my lover, children, and more;
a place where my lover will die for me for I’m the one he adores.
A place where you get no cuts, blisters, or sores;
a place where no man's soul could have tore.
A place I keep locked up deep within my inner core;
for no one will know my dreams, not the righteous or the poor.
Fake
You see my face that is calm and cool;
but I only use that as a tool.
Can you sense any sadness in me?
No? Then it works, I see.
A mask I wear over my face that is sad;
so that no one will pity me for that will make me mad.
I don't want anyone to be sad in my place;
so I wear a fake, happy mask over my face.
I hide in my room all day;
so that you can't see my sorrowful rays.
Will anyone look through my mask;
and take my hand and smile at my task?
You know, I hate playing these dumb games;
but I'm too shy to show myself which is quite lame.
Maybe you can help me;
but it'll take longer than sipping tea.
If you want to take me out of my grave;
then please come for my soul must be saved.
Take me out of my hard shell;
and walk me into happiness, the opposite of Hell.
Sky
Sometimes, when I look at the sky;
I wish that I would never die.
It's soft beautiful clouds;
make me wish to not be loud.
Every sunrise I see, every sunset I get;
I become wiser, I bet.
Every crisp morning, every peaceful night;
brightens something inside me, a very small light.
I guess the sky just gladdens me every time I look;
but if it were taken away from me, I couldn't write a book.
Arguments
Anger when put out on another is like winter's frost;
for all the greenness and happiness is lost.
All the words you say with your anger and might;
can easily shatter someone once they take flight.
Even though they seem tough from all those years;
bringing them up again will only bring tears.
How many times will you go through this?
Sooner or later, forgiveness will be a miss.
Their tongues are like vipers;
and shooting them where it hurts like snipers;
"It'll never end." solemnly say the pipers.
Why can't they let it go?
for their friends will easily become their foes.
Even if they are someone you hate;
forgive them before it's too late.
If it is too late and the battle is at near end;
some people's hearts can never mend.
So friends please argue not;
for your world might end right on the spot;
and your soul could easily rot;
so please, pretty please, be happy with what you got.
The Soul
They say there is a pathway to it in your eyes;
so please don't tell lies.
Many colors it can be;
but sadly it’s what most people can't see.
Why do we build around it walls;
when we know that they will fall?
Why do we sometimes have it frozen cold;
even though we want our pain to be told?
Doesn't it get ever old;
watching others stomp on it even though you haven't undid it's folds?
Sometimes its angry or happy;
confused. lonely, or sappy.
But does anyone care?
It can be a burden to bare;
but let's hope that the careless ones come rare.
Criticize, they can not;
crush it, they should not.
For it is mine;
so they can not whine.
Truth
There's a young lady I'll tell you about;
she's not known to whine or pout.
She has a soul that flares;
and eyes like winding stairs.
Purity and justice is what she seeks;
and covered up lies makes her weak.
No one can quiet her down;
not until she's known 'round town.
Friendly things she'll tell;
but she says harsh things as well.
No matter how hard they cover up what she'll see;
Shining through will always be she.
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