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You emobody the vessel of pure isolation what more of an effect could you embrace me with for your friend has seduced the one who's given me life into a life of nevermore and now we stand face to face
A nuisance, a loud crying baby, I can’t express how annoyed you made me, But I was young and I didn’t know, That you were a blessing in disguise before you had even grown, A shoulder to cry on,
the feeling is dark it's burning real slow growing and festering the origin unknown one day I woke and suddenly so engulfed by emotion and left with a foe instinct is real
I fell at the first moment of battle But I didn’t get up until the end, As I scavenged for food I found a foe But we quickly became friends,
Carmelo, who always has a smile Who only speaks Spanish Who always makes us laugh Who will do anything to see his family Who loves us more than
So you found out Well, how do you feel? Me? I feel vulnerable Anxious Confused Judged Hurt Angry Destroyed This was a side of me that you weren't ready for
Authenticity The orgin of all truth The face of deceit
I envy those that shine in the light, Those who aren't afraid to fight for who they are. For every time I think it's time, For every time I say that this moment, this one is surely mine,
You're as clear as glass and the nastiest mess; You have different personalities and about thirty masks; You guide others throug the dungeon with nothing to see; You're heart's darker than ebony
Broken smiles Fall to the ground Littered with lips Fragile like glass As the emotions sink deeper into their past Through layers of forgotten guilt And terrible things they had felt
Who will you be? Will you grow up without me? Or will we stay here? Under the golden sphere? Or maybe under the silver moon? While you act like a loon? What about today?
Do you know? That little people grow. I was never told, For no one was so bold, Of those among my foe.
All my life I have struggled All of time I have fought Every day a new battle Every hour a new loss I'm no soldier or fighter Not a hero at all Just a person imprisoned In a mind not my own