Poem: Stories

How do I tell this story?

One that has no words, but says everything out loud.

The way we move, but not the way we sway.

The stories that brighten up a room, but also make it go silent.

The ones that hold the heart but let loose the tongue for every word unsaid.

Ideas are far from over, but they are almost empty.

The pen is never able to meet the paper.

I want to tell stories, that are hard.

That keep the eyes open.


Poem: spark

The spark in my eyes have died.

The village that raised me has wash away.

I cannot speak into the things that do not exist.

I keep trying to prove that I have it all.

Yet I have none of it.

I do not care for it.

I just cannot care for me.

I sit in agony worried about the things that have change.

While not working on the things that have can be change.

I just do not know where to begin.

I just know where to end.

Poem: Leap

I took a leap of faith to try something new.

A leap to a new adventure.

One that was filled with promises of a new adventure.

The only problem is I ended up in the same territory.

A place where I have been running from, but it always finds me.

I need to break free, but what does that mean.

When freedom has never met me.

I stand in the shadows of the dream that can never dream.

The valley where I cannot see any hope.

I talked to faith, and it still was not clear to me.