Escence

Escence Dec 2015

On a mission,a bird flew
Dodging rock and branches people threw
Meeting rain and snow as drenched him cold
He loved the sight, but wasn't this bold

The wind was rough the sees were astorm
They swatted him from the sky and watched him mourn
A cold road was where he landed
With paralyzed bones he cried stranded

*Oh beautiful sky you mock my blue
You were my home, now what do I do?
Everyone is passing ignoring my cry
I'd do just anything to fly!

Escence Dec 2015

Lacrimosa

She cried into her sleeves
Holding a child between her arms
She could here the bustling thieves
That wanted to cause this child harm

But no such thing
she will let happen
For as long long as her tears feels
Protection was with this woman

Escence Nov 2015

The story of the *******

I want to love and remember
I want to hold, if forever
This pain that welcomes me close
The pain that loves me the most

But in this struggle for retribution
There's the wait and anxiety for recreation
The pain of hating what you loved the most
To this feeling I have become the host

The cuts on my wrist, they hurt
But not as how I've been kicked in the dirt
I yearn for the tranquil in pain
I yearn for it to take me away
again...

Escence Nov 2015

The grey scene

Waiting for results
Itching to consult
The fears I have fallen
The fears are growing sullen
Waiting to continue
The fears I'm buried into

But only to retrieve
The dirt that's underneath
Thinking I'm broken
I believe that's under spoken

So leaf subsides to decay
And people attempt to stay
In a world no black nor white
In a world that's painted grey

Escence Oct 2015

What's the logic?

As a child you would listen
As an adult you would speak
and speak and speak
As a child you would listen
and learn and learn
and think
why must we do such things?

Escence Oct 2015

Hand to keyboard

Sometimes I wonder
why the poems I make in my head
aren't as pretty as I sought them to be
Nor as giddy and bubbly
As I thought them to be
But I guess when facing hand and keyboard
It's another story entirely

Escence Oct 2015

There was a time...

there was a long time ago
a while when once was born
the future was already sculpted
the past was already torn

The time was when the Earth was fresh
the grass was covered with morning dew
The leaves and grass swayed happily
for that was all they could do

No such thing called man existed
No such thing at all
deceit , treachery , and hate was fiction
And nothing was made with flaw

No child was born with the flaw
only the knowledge of bliss
only taught to crawl
I wonder who taught them this?

A child's first color is white
not blue or gold or pink
a mans last color is red
the color of the wine he drinks