Seek
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It’s so easy to get lost
To get comfortable in the act
In the game of pretend
Of being something you’re not
Perhaps because it’s safer
Or because you are afraid of the monster behind the mask
be not content with one flower of truth—gather ever truth’s bouquet.....Mark Toney © 2020.8/17/2020 - Poetry form: Monoku
With life comes hope,
the greatest feeling man can find.
a certain pain that we have to cope,
makes us wish we had been rendered blind.
Daddy Daddy
I don’t feel like myself
Daddy, I need you more than ever it’s my mental health
I can’t seem to understand why I still suffer
After seven long years, it’s getting tougher
I see friends travel,
experience new things and
step onto foreign gravel.
They walk a different path.
My experience is less than half.
A muddled society is what we've become.
Contentious and so delicate of the facts.
Rioting over our facebook roots,
That's our knowledge,
It's become painfully inevitable.
Conformed,
Uninterested,
My mind explodes with hatred. I was only told of the awful memories. I was only told of the abuse. My mom wanted to protect me from the bad. I was forced into a game of hide and seek except there was no one looking for me.
Don't ask me if I want to be X.
I will be what I desire.
If I wanted to be a boy,
Don't you think I would be?
If I wanted to be a musician,
Then that wouldn't be a mystery.
If I wanted to be skinny
In every life
There is a gate
Beyond the gate
There is a road
With many twists
And turns it goes
Where it stops
Only dead ones know
There is help
On the side
What do I do whenOpening my mouth to voiceTo carefully shape what I think are words of beauty to Your ears,I am flung roughly asideAnd, raising my headI find myself as aggravating background noise
Though you see,
To find is another matter.
Wanting hearts not filled overnight.
The journey continues,
Hope still abounds in us.
A search has demanded answers,
They will be owned, Oh Perseverer.
