This is more then one poem, I’ll seperate each one with a ‘-’
Suffocating Sanity
People take awkward steps
As others decide who they’ll become
They breathe through holes in the ground
So they may never have a breath full in their lungs
Consistently hoping they’ll one day see
As oxygen deprivation takes all that it needs
They lose grip and fall to insanity
Frozen Statues
Certain people shed frozen tears
They’ve stood stuck forever
The freezing took years
But finally they are statues
Embodiments of fear
And though sun is shining
The ice will never clear
Villain Crossed Apathy
Villains crossed apathy scores ago
Became what we know as human
The days followed blindly
And men evolved violently
Oh, look how they’ve grown
Swords and arrows are of the past
It’s gun and bombs that take the act
For killer’s best in show
But for all their years living here
They still have yet to know
The biggest threat, the one we must reject
Are those we already know
The one’s who say they know the way
And beckon us to swallow
The one’s who claim an early grave
For anyone who doesn’t follow
These are men with treacherous plan
To turn this whole world hollow
And we will see beauty’s green
Turn to brown and crumble
And when we think it’s time to stand
Our devil hands will retort
“Just sit back and relax
Everything will be court”
And just like that
We crack our backs
And watch the whole world fumble
For in our minds we’ll be fine
We can’t cause this trouble
I Am Me
I am me, I am most definitely me
Says the ghost in the shadow where the devil creeps
I am free, I am most definitely free
Says the man in the field where the owner reaps
We are we, we are most definitely we
Says the group in the shadow where the light seeps
I am me, I am most definitely me
Says the boy in the shadow where illusions breed
Fortuned Path
Time is an ocean
With grey ripples guiding the ocean’s back
Time is a slow mover
Forsaking our fortuned path
Life is our forbearing
Withholding the truth
We are its energy
Preserving its youth
Hello, Sweet Flower
Hello sweet flower
At what hour did you bloom?
Oh how I would’ve loved
To see the face on the moon
As the Earth shifted
Just to make room
For the bud that finally grew
Any comments, especially criticisms would be greatly appreciated.
