Saturday, September 24, 2011

Through the midst of it all

I've always thought that i needed no one. 
this world that i fought in this battle i'd go on.
a superhero with no ally or even a side kick .
is just the way it was wit me and i liked it.
never had to answer to anyone but myself
and this dark shadowy figure i trapped within myself.
But then one day that anonymous force came and replaced my beautiful sunshine with rain
so under the water i couldn't even reach the grass my head had so delicately lain.
cold and alone and left in my tears this game was a game not well played.
hurt and saddened and oddly dis mantled i knew no one would come to my aid.
As i stared at the path that i had once chosen i could only see fire and pain.
but of coarse i was dreaming i mean i had to be dreaming cuz' what i saw that evening was insane.
so i sat on the curbside with my head on my lap and thought about my friends i have banned
just wanted to give up and end it all until someone took me by the hand.
"y must you sit and weep on this corner don't you have somewhere to be".
i said to the person why do you care, my pain i doubt you can see.
the person then said, "i know your problems, and i know your pain and i'm here to tell you that's its over"
the person then vanished into the the dark sky and left in mi hand only a clover.
i woke up the next morning with full strength and a crowd surrounding my bed.
It was all of my friends that i had averted and deserted greeting me with love that they shed.
at that moment i knew that these friends were true and loved me no matter were i was led.
so I've been threw the fire and came out not harmed but stronger cuz threw the midst of it all i was left 
i fell back in their arms.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Pain is my Pleasure


Trying to escape from the darkness that consumes me
running from the past that i once have led
holding on ta fear for its all that can move me
trying to let go of these thoughts in mi head.
Sure i could right poems but what good would they do.
i'll still be hurt no matter what i may do.
i race and i race to the end of the world
only to find more darkness and the ignorance of mi words.
but as i look in the sky and read the hidden message in the clouds
they tell me that its never too late.
to overcome these dark shrouds 
enter into the victors gate.
i hate being hurt but i love it all the same.
because through my injuries yields the endurance of mi pain.
mi love is mi love that I've no need to measure.
my hurt us my pain. and mi pain is my pleasure