My Poetry Entries
Innocence Lost
May the cost never rise from that soullessness I so despise, may the demise of skies be caused by the high prices we are to pay.
May skies fall during the nighttime dreaming of us soulless such, and may nightmares take their place.
May the endurance of which is of the pain of being rendered soulless, be disguised and misguide the wild youth to partake in such events.
Their wickedness sharp like stones and pierce the veil of innocence, and be renamed innocence lost.
The Unnamed
The dreams of children have long since ceased to exist
Marred faces and emotionless cases
Empty air with broken despair
The dreams have been stolen by the Unnamed
We know not who they are,
They walk amongst us, draining our air.
The dreamless walk on, oblivious
Few notice the blank stares and wonder
The dreams have gone where?
The Unnamed are plentiful among the less
We continue to distress and digress
Where have all the dreams gone?
Hidden in plain sight, they travel on
Stealing the dreams and replacing them with nightmares.
The few who truly see have flew and do continue to
While the dreamless continue on,
Where has the dreaming gone?
Imaginative thinking has fled
As the living walk among the dead
A choice; to fight or naught
Here's a clue for you, I was once a dreamer too.
Self-inflicted Wounds
They hung them from the trees for nonexistent crimes
Nonexistent truths were told, replaced by lies
Why were they hung?
We do not know.
The only thing they've done is be a different color
But, when we paint rainbows we're allowed to have different colors
Altogether, mixing
Thrust upon situations we were not equipped to handle
They named themselves The Black Panthers
Martin Luther King
And Malcolm X.
Violence for some
Peace for others
Where has the love disappeared to?
Many unrighteous deaths
A few of them only children
While the adults fight over problems they created
A war being fought across the world
Do you hear the gunshots?
Another day and more die
Some old, some young
Like ghosts, they travel in packs
Silently leaving the Earth
The Draft is a death sentence
Time to pay your penance
No warm Christmases for you this year
Mud and jungle instead.
We can't come back
No man left behind only applies to some situations
This isn't one of them.
At Kent State four are dead
Shot down
Bang, bang
The ones supposed to protect us pulled the trigger.
Eventually the soldiers come back
Never the same
Just like the rest of us,
Their old self is gone
Their childhood and youth replaced by bullet casings
And misappropriated paintings
Without color
Because, that isn't allowed here.
Sundown towns
Get out before nightfall
You aren't wanted.
Disparate Youth
We are the disparate
We are the youth
We are the ones sent to die
In a camp
Dispersed into separate crowds
Facing the inevitable
Not all of us will make it out alive
The stronger live longer than the weak
Survival is of the fittest
No food
No warmth
No love
Where are mother and father?
They died long ago,
But I will never know.
When or why will they choose me to die?
Have you wondered that too?
We are the disparate youth
They take away everything of ours
They kill everyone we love
Most of us have no-one left
We disparate youth are few
Yet we fight harder than you.
Your everyday problems we wish we had
Instead, we wait for the bad
We disparate youth grew
We now outnumber you
You see us everywhere, yet you turn your heads
If you chose to see us,
We could change everything.
We are the future.
You and I, we aren't so different.
But, I died for your freedom.
Would you have done the same?
Smoke and Mirrors
Hidden
Out of sight out of mind
Oppressed
You may not want to see it,
But we are here.
You can't hide from this anymore.
It happened
We died.
You never want to remember
But we don't want to be forgotten
So we remain
A constant reminder of what you've done
Smoke and mirrors
You tried to cover it up
He killed us anyways
Out of control
He gasses us in a gas chamber
We were just children
But we died
You need to remember his name
Adolf Hitler
The recollection of us is adamant
Do you remember us now?
He murdered us
So much death
You would have been perfect for his new race
His "purities"
He didn't even fit his own description
Misleading thoughts
He snaked his way into your mind
You were deceived as were we
It happened when we were weak
We couldn't fight
But you could've said something
Our deaths are on your hands
Your hands are bloodied by our innocent blood
You may not have known for sure,
You should have investigated further
You would have seen the truth
But you looked through the mirrors and only saw smoke.
Dreaming State
The heartbeat tells it all
Breathing
In and out
Repeated process
Making progress
Continuing on
The lies they hold
Disfigured stories we've been told
Distance made known
Breaking at the seams
Much needed repair
Nobody is open this late.
Empty promises
Open lies
Disguised by the fake sincerity and happy smiles
Do they not know?
The wool has been pulled over our eyes
The wolves run amok
Ripping and tearing things a part
A rabid animal
Aren't we all?
Some of them,
You may know
Might have trusted
They lied too.
The wolf runs rampant
Like it was caged for a while
It breaks and destroys,
Yet, it fixed me.
Maybe I was already broken.
Maybe I was demolished and wrecked even more.
His empty promises
His lies
His impeccable disguise
He hid in sheep's clothing
And hid as a man
But the beast in him shows now.
Wild Youth
The wild youth
Those who face hard choices
Where free-will is a privilege not a right
They are the ones constantly rescuing instead of being rescued
When really, they need not rescue so much
The wild youth need to be saved from themselves
Too much pressure and even the most precious diamond will crack
They are the diamonds of society
They are the hardest to break
They withstand all pressure
Conflicted within their own minds
There is no escaping themselves.
Blinded by love, some will undoubtedly have loss
It's a premonition
You will either lose yourself in this puzzle we call life,
Or you lose everyone else.
It's not a choice
It's just a fact
You can't have both and be a Wild Youth
The wild youth are exclusive,
Yet they surround you
They walk amongst you all the time
You never even realized their proximity.
You never notice their scars
Their bruises
Their imperfections
All you see is what the wild youth allow to be seen.
You see currently the mask on my face
I am wild youth.
The definition of it.
Deliberation is the meaning
Stop trying to read into it.
They control the message
It's loud and clear
The scenario is this;
You fight to survive.
There is no looking back.
We are the reflection of the lone wolf
The sound of our cries miserable
We are insufferable to hear
Our malevolence shows through the cracks in our masks
The animus taking control
Shifting our persona
We are inarticulate
We have known no other ways than the wild youth
Disappointment has been instilled in us since birth
It's an everyday part of life to be expected
No one questions it anymore
Not since our youth was taken.
Now, we are just simply, wild.