My Poetry
I like to express my thoughts through poetry. I find it an easy way to do so. Some of my poems are not that great and aren't always the greatest but I am happy to share a few of them with you guys. So I hope you don't mind.
LOST
There’s one person,
One truly good person
Who hurts me everyday.
Because that person
Can see right through me
Can see through the façade.
Who sees me for who I am.
Who knows I am not real.
Who knows my true form.
But that person
Is gone now.
They left,
Turned their back
Left me in darkness.
That person was my best friend
That person was everything to me.
Now they are gone.
Vanished without a trace.
I lost myself.
No where to be found.
One truly good person
Who hurts me everyday.
Because that person
Can see right through me
Can see through the façade.
Who sees me for who I am.
Who knows I am not real.
Who knows my true form.
But that person
Is gone now.
They left,
Turned their back
Left me in darkness.
That person was my best friend
That person was everything to me.
Now they are gone.
Vanished without a trace.
I lost myself.
No where to be found.
The Man Upon The Stair
I saw a man upon the stair.
He stood real tall with dirt black hair.
His clothes were scum, his eyes were dark
He had a scar, he called his mark.
I stood real still, afraid to speak.
He whistled a tune, it made me weak.
He starred at me with those dark eyes.
His look reminded me of lies.
I began to fall, the tune at fault.
Sinking down, below default.
He moved just then, closer now.
And words began, a lover’s vow.
I tried to cry, I tried to scream.
He touched me gently, his words a dream.
I woke as quick, the moment gone.
Myself known only as a pawn.
I still can feel him, he’s there at night.
With tunes and words, a scary sight.
The man who stood upon the stair.
He remains, a dark despair.
He stood real tall with dirt black hair.
His clothes were scum, his eyes were dark
He had a scar, he called his mark.
I stood real still, afraid to speak.
He whistled a tune, it made me weak.
He starred at me with those dark eyes.
His look reminded me of lies.
I began to fall, the tune at fault.
Sinking down, below default.
He moved just then, closer now.
And words began, a lover’s vow.
I tried to cry, I tried to scream.
He touched me gently, his words a dream.
I woke as quick, the moment gone.
Myself known only as a pawn.
I still can feel him, he’s there at night.
With tunes and words, a scary sight.
The man who stood upon the stair.
He remains, a dark despair.