Poem: Silence

The silence is getting loud.

It is all that surrounds me.

The wave of thunder is creeping up.

The noise is getting louder, and it will not stop.

I am lost in the sea, and no longer looking to survive.

All I have is not all I can give.

The noise is filling my head and it is no longer silence.

I hear the cries for help.

The moans of worthlessness.

The struggle to just make it until today.

The rumbles that no longer make you think.

What is happening is this me?

Yesterday never came, and today is still the same.

This is all me, and that is all I can hear.

Will this all die down?

Is this the storm that I have been chasing?

The one that made me start running.

The one where I no longer belong.

Where the hurt lives in the pain of quiet.

The noise is starting to become too familiar.

It is starting to make me feel at home.

Poem: The Dream

The shock of going to the woods alone never scared me.

To wonder the world without heartbreak gave me chills.

Now it is the only thing that lets me survive.

I stop looking for love when it came to me.

I thought it was all I needed to live.

Then it became all that I never wanted.

I chase a dream to only realize it was a nightmare.

This time it could not be cured by waking up.

I stop chasing that dream, and everything I wanted came alive.

Poem: My Life

My power is no longer my drive.

My will has can no longer carry me.

My hope is not my salvation.

My redemption has no praise.

My strength gets no applause.

My love has no life.

My life is gone.

My story shall never me told.

My world is everything, but me.

My ability is one that is not given.

My dreams never came true.

My wants are never for me.

My work will never be seen.

My silence is always heard.

My life is gone.

My soul has no story.

My freedom never came.

 My tears are filled with fear.

My life is gone.

This is my story.

Poem: Missed Call

I never think about it until it happened one day.

It was always there, but it never came my way.

I used to call for it, but it seemed we always missed each other.

I wanted this to end and see what else could have been.

Then one day it answered someone else call.

The one that I love.

The one that held my hand.

The one that shed my tears.

The reply was slow.

When he arrived, they were both gone with a blink of an eye.

Death and I never were close.

Now he is my best friend.

One day I know we will meet again.

Poem: Jump

The journey to the past is filled with desire for the future.

Everything is within site, but the reach is far too great to touch.

 This is the moment you take that jump.

The one that you may miss, but it is something that you are willing to take.

The cries are gone and somber of the world is now what drives you.

Will this be good enough?

There is no time to think.

You must go, and hope that you land in the place that holds your desires.