My Poems.

[MusicMyLife]

New Life.

I pierce a hole,
Through the silver foil,
That lies upon a new life,
Push my head through the rip,
And I see beautiful flowers,
And a sun so vibrant.

The connection,
I have with this fresh new land,
Is fledging,
It’s a perfect piece of radiance,
A world where I would like to die in.

Perfection guaranteed,
Innocence prepared,
Hope keeping strong,
Heart healthy.

I’ll leave the foil open,
For other foragers,
In this land,
I’ll need friendship.

I Am Lost.

We make choices in life,
We commit to things too early,
We are controlled at times,
To do things without thinking clearly.

The innocent are pushed into Jeopardy,
Their lives dragged through the pit of chaos,
I am standing at the borderline,
Looking at families,
Homeless without a dime.

My actions,
Have cost me dearly,
My dreams eaten bit by bit,
By my horrible mind.

So I stand here,
Looking at the end,
With my heart shivering,
Ice cold and barely beating,
I am lost.

[MusicMyLife]

Bleak.

The other side seems bleak,
This side seems even bleaker,
This town is on its knees,
Praying for nature to change.

There I no way out,
Of the squalor I find myself in,
All I see is alcohol bottles filling the streets,
People drunk trying to dig into the dirt of reason,
Only finding worms and weeds.

The happiness has been dragged out,
Drawn out like a blood test,
The heart of the town has layers of fat,
A weight so heavy,
It might collapse.

So I drink the last spurt of clean water,
And I eat the last of the bread,
And I refill my head with imagination,
To write about this town,
And it’s past greatness.

I find a pen,
With ink in it,
And a notepad,
With someone else’s blood on it,
I write away,
Pushing my imagination in like a nail,
Being hammered into a wall.

My head gains inspiration,
From the pictures I see,
Pictures imprinted with love,
And immense lust.

They hang on the wall,
In this apartment of rats,
They are beautiful spectacles,
I write a short story,
And I place it on the table,
I hope someone is able to read it.