Ashes As I lay asleep with a whole heart beneath my burnt ashes trying to leave my home and with no where to go the only thing I feel is freedom, freedom from all that is real, and all I have ever wanted

Beach laying on a cloud he looks down on a pristine beach being rushed with cold water, drowning out the sunlight and freezing the toes of feet stuck in the sand, only then did he realize that a pristine beach is welcomed with arms wide open at all times

The Black Wall a man stands still looking out a window and finds himself staring into the mist with his back to his black walls, where his enemies hide within the paint, only when he tries to attack his foes does his heart crack from his own weapon, a spear that pearces his heart in two, soon does he realize that his enemies are not others, but are imagery from within

blue eyes standing in the rain is a family trying to do an about face watching their home burn down, lost is their family portrait, and wishes and dreams that come with it, the only thing that remains bright in this world is their eyes, colored green and blue as though the sky was trying to open up on this tragic day smoke billows into their eyes making them water, but that is only a minor reason for tears on this day, for when everything is lost, only the eyes remain

rainy blue eyes let it rain from clear blue eyes, may his faults rest in peace, unnoticed as they lay under his feet the tears soon wash away his faults, and the rain ends, clearing his vision, opening the clouds above him, leaving him standing in green grass and sunshine bask in for eternity

book of memories a book laying in the bottom of a box containing the words that spell memories, and empties the skeletons from his closet, and opens the walls to his heart, leaving him at peace with the person staring him face to face at him in the mirror

broken windows his life was like a broken window the wind blew right through him, defeating his hopeless conscience, and ending his dreams of success, turning him into the person he feared, and others hated leaving his self-moral under the ground, where the rest of his life would wandering through his distorted visions

clouded there was a man who had run from what he had become his life was clouded up like steam on a mirror and his last chance at redemption was running out as quickly as sand in a hour glass through an empty window sat his dreams, but his dreams could not be reached, caused by his ill wills that changed the fortunes of his life

chance of redemption there was a man who had run from what he had become he was trying to break through the rusted chains that held him back as he tried to brake through his mind felt like a hurricane destoying his chance of success and his chance of redemption not only was the hurricane in his mind, but outside where he watched his life slip away like an hour glass, only to be left with seconds ticking away, destroying his spirit, and leaving him left with nothing but ruins and an empty soul

clouded sky look underneath the clouds in the sky, where all that is hope can fly, leaving beneath it a hopeless soul, looking for a broken home, of shattered memories and gifts never opened only to realize that underneath the clearest skies, is a society full of dark lies

cries out loud he broke through the crowd, into the smoke, repeating his cries out loud, only to be locked out of the room, as he panics his heart drops into his stomach, as his mind races the smoke blindfolds his eyes, and his mind drifts away from his body, leaving the room as though it was smoke, the door then opens light shines in, his eyes open wide, as he wasn’t running through a crowd, he was ruuning through a dream

cursed sometimes dreams can be a curse when you live for dreams to come true, the only dream that comes true is how you live dreams do not come about by chance, or looking at at starry night sky, dreams can clouded as the sky can, when the peace of a person is disturbed by trials and tribulations in life when one learns that they are not chasing material possessionthat is when a dream can become a reality

the darkest night he stands firm with no resentment as a dark night falls over him only his eyes remain in focus with the ability to paint a masterpiece under the darkest of skies, holding his future beneath the pupils of his clear green eyes

a dark cloud dark clouds draped over a man leaving him unable to be seen by the world he hears the thunder and feels the rain the man feels his failure as every drop of rain hits him, and soon after lightning strikes him, burning him to ashes, leaving him to be blown away in the wind the only part he leaves behind is his legacy, one that is tainted by troubles that even he couldn’t ever understand

the locked door seeing the door to your future open only for it to slam shut what ever happened to the key, is it stuck under your bleeding skin, looking to escape, or did you lose it, trying to break the door down without faith of ever suceeding the key to your success is not material, it comes from beneath the skin, from a person pushing upword and onword

floating dreams he gave up his heart on a sunny day, just to watch his dreams float away only to see them be trapped in the smallest cloud, a cloud that broke in to rain, covering him in his own sweat and pain, the rain stopped, and the sky turned blue, never again would he open his heart on a day where his dreams could be lost in the sky so blue

catch a dream as he lay awake falling asleep under the stars trying to catch a dream of paradise, that swims through his brain like a fish in the sea, only to realize at dawn that the fish is not a reality only the matrix of the mind that can be pleased or saddened night after night, and time after time

echo he flies through the falling sky listening to an echo of his fallen soul abandoning all below leaving everything that he had been bestowed only to be a shadow to the brightest flame amongst the stars

ego as he watches the sky break open above his burning home, leaving his ego in ashes, as though his spirit is the only thing to calm the storm into a clear blue sky bringing his home and family back together

eternal he looked up to a better place where a good soul burns eternal, only to lose his grip on all that is real, spinning in his mind is no more than faded memories of a life misunderstood, as he looks for a place in our world, standing alone he waits to be touched, so he can go home

fallen angel tears falling from the clear blue sky into a puddle of blood of a fallen angel that was frozen to the ground by the world around her she was trying to get to a special place before her spirit died and destroying the child deep withing her

fight your way home a young man lay awake at night swallowing his own tears as a dark cloud overhangs his volitile home his parents fight for what they believe is a noble cause making the young man feel like he lives in a halfway house for couples who can’t get along, the young man tries to escape the noise, only to find himself in a downpour so severe that he could no longer taste his own tears, or feel the cold bitterness that was his home

fists may the war rages on inside his skull, clenching his fists, but opening the walls of his heart, a bittersweat peace lies between the two wars inside him, only to rage on, touching the depths of his heart, but destroying his soul

flooded freeway a man walks down the highway, broken hearted, tears pouring from his eyes, flooding a crowded freeway of traffic, drowning himself and others in his own pity hopelessly leaving his destination in life unreachable

dark hallway a man ran in fear down a dark hallway that seemed to have no end in sight, as though he was just running in place, although he saw a sliver of light ahead it seemed as though his dark past would never go away, as he reached the tiny bit of light he realized it was a door, a door locked from the other side, the man kicked at the door time and time again until the door fell, once he got into the room he tripped over what he thought was a cord, as he tried to get up he felt a sharp pain in his arm, gashing him and opening up his personal wounds, while the man thought the light would protect him from his dark past it only worsened it

hidden soul as he painted his life’s portrait, disclosing all of his memories of a life never lived, unleahing his hidden soul from behind it’s fears, and putting it back in touch with it’s tears

journey how could you go on a journey that has no end? what if you didn’t want to go? the hands of time can make you grow old, but your journey may just be starting blessed are those able to go on a journey, and those able to complete the journey are life’s main contributors

joy for the blind joy will make a blind man see, and a poor man rich the gift of joy is a vision only seen by the strong and those willing to love life, and the small oddities that come with it once a person has finally feels at peace with the turbulance in their life, the will feel the best feeling-joy

laughing at tears his outside always laughed as his inside always cried togeher they tasted solemn tears, the sun shined brightest on him when it was covered by a dark cloud, as his fears would forever be covered by darkness

library a man lay cold to the touch, with a library of disdain thoughts flowing throughout his head, where a grey sky was music to his eyes and thunder was the storm building within his head alleviating his vile mind, and the storm that lies within

lies a man with passion for lies that poisoned his life destroying his relationships and visions and dreams from begining to end banishing himself from the good life and sunny days

lies for the blind lies are cold to the touch and can be seen by the blind one who lies does not seek freedom from the truth, but freedom from their past, that has been scared by layers of sinister acts not known to others, underneath the surface of a lie is a tangled web of uncertainty, leaving many to believe they have gained not lost knowledege

lost in his home lost under the roof of his home but not alone, creatively seeking undeniably he was seeking a way out to a crowd, a crowd longing for hope, dreaming that someday, their thrist for acceptance will someday come true

pain for the eyes pain is not for the eyes to see, it is blind, free from a whole heart, it touches a weakened soul, distrubing the daily functions of the mind and body, turning the person into a stranger in their own world, without belief or confidence that success can be reached, pain knows no enemy, no matter mental or physical, but find a safe ride home, it will never destroy you

burning love his love left burning from the desert sun only to dry in his empty body that lay in the shadows of his pain

lurking shadows he gave his empty home away in the face lurking shadows leaving behind his broken down dreams and empty hands out in the cold, cradling his hopes in under soggy clothes, always fearing to look into the sunshine that could do nothing more than dry the tears on his face, only to fade into the distance and become the shadow that dawns over his home at night

mirror standing in a room looking in a mirror with his back against the wall, he no longer could escape the truth a mirror never lies, it doesn’t matter who’s face is staring in the glass, all that is true is always revealed

open minded he left the door closed to his open mind shut, leaving him swimming upstream against a cold rush of water, as the door to his mind stays locked he sinks, drifting down stream, robbing him of this soul, clouding his brain the water leaves his eyes in a state of twilight as he would drift away to a better place

anytime dream poetry when you have a dream you feel like you can fly it is a feeling that you are so close to achieving your goals everything seems clear as glass once a person tries to climb the mountain to achieve the dream it becomes very lonley where the only one that talks to you seems like the walls inside of your house after a long struggle a person can break through the ice and finally achieve their dream

poetry broken heart a broken heart has been crushed like twigs that have been stepped on it feels like it is locked alone in a dark room looking for a way out to find its’ happiness and regain its’ strength so it can find its’ way to put the pieces back together

broken soul a young man standing on thin ice watching his tears dry like paint on his face he takes a step and the ice breaks as does his soul once underwater he gasps for air as he gasps for air he feels as though he is losing blood but the only blood he has lost is from his soul

poetry Heavens’ Gate heavens’ gate is a sacred place where spirits of family members reunite and vile demons are chased away it is a place where your spirit meets father son and holy ghost at heavens’ gate the blind can see and the crippled can walk again lost are problems and pains felt on earth for many years no longer can Satan try to temp souls to do evil the wings that guide you into heaven are not those of a airplane but those of an angel

joy and sorrow poetry sooner or later in lifer a person feels joy and sorrow it is the feeling of joy that can make you either laugh or cry for hours on the other hand sorrow can make a person break at the knees or wince in pain but not from a broken bone but a broken soul

joy and sorrow poetry sooner or later in lifer a person feels joy and sorrow it is the feeling of joy that can make you either laugh or cry for hours on the other hand sorrow can make a person break at the knees or wince in pain but not from a broken bone but a broken soul

poetry walking through the jungle as you walk through the jungle one is a naked as they are born the only roof is not of wood and shingles but those of branches and tree leaves you must wait for water because it does not come from a faucet or hose but from swamps and rivers once night falls the only thing that shines are not pearls found from the depths of the ocean blue but the stars and eyes of predators walking through the rainforest you will see nature’s canopy of paradise

poetry the last dream as the sky darkens you can see nothing else but your life flash there are ghosts singing over your heart and soul as though heaven’s phone call is ringing it’s like your heart and soul will be going to the place that is has been missing then the lights shine in as your eyes open to the realization that your life will continue for another day

light as the lights stream into his eyes he cradles his face into the palms of his hands to hide his face from the light the light is like a stabbing pain to his eyeballs, nevermore he pushes foreward. His fears run deep within his veins as the clock is ticking on his work day forever as the light shines in his into the man’s eyeball’s he will suffer the working man’s pain

poetry lost hope having no hope is like walking in the dark with a blindfold on it is when you can’t see your face in the mirror hopeless isn’t a feeling on the outside it is a feeling from within once you feel you have lost all hope you feel less like a human being and more like an ant ready to be stomped on the only way to regain hope is to work from the inside out

poetry poor the poorest of poor fit only inside th e depths of the underpriveledged and hurt it is when the only salt you have to put on your meat is that of your own blood past the drops of your own blood is the dropping of your heart and every emotion with it at the end of your day the only thing you can see is the cracks of the sidewalk to sleep on or the cracks of a broken heart

poetry poverty poverty is living amongst dirt it is when your specticles are cracked like the sidewalk but you are too poor to fix them poverty is when you can’t afford water so you look to the sky when it rains when you have to jump into a dumpster just to get a meal it is when the pain you feel is the one in your stomach before you sleep at night and when you sleep there is no bed just a dirt floor with rats and insects everywhere as you dream you dream of city life amongst the lights and mansions that is so many miles away then you wake up to another day of begging and nickel and dime jobs and finding rags for clothes many who are poor search for what they have lost but what they are looking for they have never had

poetry reflection reflection is something that cannot be touched it is the only true way to see the inside of yourself painting a true portrait of yourself is only possible by seeing your body staring back at you in the glass

poetry without pain the feeling of pain takes a toll on a person more than a ballroom floor on the night of a dance the greatness of one’s pain can be measured from their death or their life’s sadness along with their losses and gains the only time anyone is without pain is when they enter the gates of paradise

smile at the sky he smiled as though his eyes would match the blue sky above, his soul about to be released, never parishing was his heart, but never to die was his soul

city of sin as he lay under a canopy of darkness in the city of sin, leaving behind love and laughter, his only two good fortunes he had left, leaving him to toil in obscurity for eternity

a cold sleep as he chases the light his feet burn, it feels impossible to move as his feet are stuck in snow and ice, what lays around him soon overtakes him, as his body becomes covered in ice, his worst fears are realized as the light dwindles in the distance, and in the meantime he is unable to move he hears a ringing noise and the ice breaks, as does this world, his eyes focus on the lights shining through his bedroom window where outside it is snowing, after this he realizes that there is no perfect world, and that the only light is in his heart

a broken home he sketched many a family portrait, at times refusing to include his father, and others his mother never appeared on the picture, although his sketches gave an image of a family broken in half, it was the parents who disapeared on him during his youth

stength the man felt strong it felt like a birthright to him, even though weakness can come over you at any time and break your heart in two, making your soul cradle into a ball, revealing your true self- which is nothing more than an image of a broken heart

stuck once there was a man stuck in place a place rooted so painful in his mind he wanted to get out, out of deep pain, that was deeply engraved within his heart, only to be revived through the spirit of his fallen angel which lifted his to heights he never knew possible

sunshine a man’s eyes rained on a sunny day his face told his life story, and his pain more than any scripture or diary ever could beneath his vauge smile were lost emotions trying to escape his body remorsefully doing so, only to be frozen in the cold world they find outside

churning thoughts thoughts churning inside a man’s mind spinning a chorus of tunes some light and some dark all of which have been reserved within a special place his memory, the man watches the sun try to shine through on his face, eliminating all that is bad, except for the tears raining down from dark memories no matter if it is blue skies or grey, it is the emotion that carries the man

deafening thunder listen to the thunder and the rain, deafening his ears, and his pain touch the rain as it flows down his face, leaving a river cried beneath him, that floods his empty heart and home and as he is wisked away, all that is left behind, is his reflection glaring into a mirror alone

as time flies time moves fast as his life moves slow, looking behind is the only way he looks ahead, and the slower he moves, the faster his past catches him, which instantly penetrates his thin skin, minipulating his heart and soul, leaving behind a man not knowing where to go, or where he has been

to the only to the only the one who watched as the sky turned red fading into the darkness wasting away his life, as the leaves and seasons change if only he could push the sun up one more time on his life, just one more time then he would be free at last

rain under a cloud came a drop of rain, free falling to a town burning in agony, the rain itself would not help the town, but offer hope to its people, leaving that as a reminder tears of sadness adds to the fire burning inside them, and that the what is above you closes your wounds

untold a life never touched is a story untold it is much like a present never opened or one not given at all it seems as all his hope is lost, assuming it has ever existed underneath his thin skin is a heart brotken in two, acting as though everything is fine happiness for this life is found deep from within only coming from harmony and opening his heart to others like himself

wind in his face the sunshine in his life, blocked by clouds, as though only wind could touch his face, drying his tears of innocence, paying for years of turbulence, never being able to recognize a mistake, a bringing the sun in his life back in it’s rightful place