Poem:A story To Tell

I have a story that needs to eb told.

It holds the secrets to my soul.

That are so dark that the truth should never be told.

I waited on baited breathe to tell them.

Then I remember the truth that boils the blood inside.

I have story that I want to tell.

It is the one that the grave shall not keep.

The one that only my enemies will feed.

A problem lies with telling it.

There are no ears will ever hear it.

Poem: Last Days

The seed is turning.
The tide has risen.
The ocean has started to listen.
No one is talking.
The love is burning the flame.
Showering the water with the open glaze.
Listening to the winds brush it away.
Not knowing that this is our last days.
The last days of a love that made mountains.
The love the broke hills.
The love that no longer has a lover.
This is the end of our days.

Poem: Everything

Why does my heart not beat?

Why does the moon only rise when I cannot sleep?

Why does death also wish me a happy birthday?

Why does my life never seem complete?

When will there be a time where I can be?

Where the ocean and land meet and everything can be at peace.

The beauty of pain is the desire of the flames, they call our names.

The hope of hurt is the only disaster that you dream.

A life that seems so complete but has holes that run through the feet.

This life is one that has everything, but the same time you have everything.

You then ask yourself is this everything and is this me.

It is still not what you want, but it is what you need.

So, you smile and say cheese.

Poem: Path

A new journey is about to begin.

Yet I am still stuck in the one that ended a year ago.

Changes are running the air.

Making me think is this life fair?

The hugs that cry from ones that are gone.

To the streets songs that are no longer.

A path that is divided by my truth and now.

To the hunting that one thrill that cure my nerves.

Now the village of my peers is all that I deserve.

That is the mind playing trick of the brain with my heart.

To run a path that is slow and steady.

To jump across cross and get there early.

That is what I must chose and neither one will pick me.