publish my poetry

Tired of holding onto nothing, im not looking down!
And im not looking back because their theres no sound…

Feeling the support mold into my hands, then slide into the ground like the seep of quick sand.

Quickly your gone and I see it here, the ripples getting bigger; the waves getting near. feeling overwhelmed at the colour of life, the rainbow shines bright but the darkness overtakes… the emotions on my face and the feeling of no escape.

It haunts me as I felt you here, supporting my bones as the fear over hears….my thoughts and prayers as I am alone, the support I had has now been thrown!

Covering my eyes as the tears seep out. Too scared to open because if I peep out…
My truth and well being could be carved, deep as the knife creates the scar.

Dont mold your footprint onto my life; aggressively treading as it leaves a fright.
Tired of holding onto nothing as noones ever their, im not looking down…Just looking up as I stare…

The wander of darkness leaves me in peace. As the person I needed is nothing close to discreet.

Crystal Waters

4 mins

The happy colours of my childhood days,
Shine in my memories as delightful rays,

That little quarells on little things,
In the sky of joy,I could spread my wings,
I could keep flying long and long,
My heart would dance and sing some song,

From the holes of memories my past percolates,
That hatred for milk and love for chocolates,
That endless laughter on making fun,
That lovely sorry and friendship was done,

I would less read my unwanted books,
And used to care more about my looks,
From exams and studies our avoidance,
That scoldings of elders and our ignorance,

The mimicry of teachers in front of class,
Playing with duster and breaking window glass,
That tender and pure respect for nation,
Those innocent eyes with rebellious passion,

Shine in my memories as delightful rays,
Those happy colours of my childhood days…...

So I’ve written poems since Middle School, and yet I still don’t feel good enough about them to publish them. I don’t generally like people reading what I’ve written…but I want to be an author, for goodness sakes. It’s about time I let people see.

I have been facing things
looking back to see what i did wrong
now im the half the man i used to be
torn between right and false
and i ask :
who knowes the true?
I’m the victim of my own crimes
and the only criminal
who will set me free?
I’m seeking for justice and trust
in human eyes
and all i see is rage and lies
like a song without a melody
the feeling of misery is controling
in a place full of darkness
i feel faithless a feeling that is endless
without a meaning words
are pushing and defeating
me my self and I

without any sense
i took the chance
and i dont understand why
it captured me and conquered my soul
i didnt read the signs
i can look but not see
i can talk but not speak
i can hear but not listen
you can call me the great pretender
i surendered to the game
and conceived shame
i live the illusion
and forget to find a solution
confused and starving for salvation
time waits for no one
and the clock is calling me
now its my time to realize
to wake up and raise

underneath all layers
behind all curtains
the true is haiding
you told me its me and you
for ever
that you wont leave me
no never
borders were between us
and the distance didn’t make any sense
i let it all go
a thing you know
you said i want you to be my wife
it’s me and you for life
you took the first prize
in telling lies
going back without any destination
on a journey by my self
i were becoming alive
a feeling i needed to survive
now im thanking god
for bringing me back
yes back to life

make love not war
let the waves wash the shore
from pain and baggage
were all creatures are savage
let it wash all the damage
mother nature will plant life again
and all losers will gain
death will be replace with infinity
in the end of the story
we will all reach our glory
flams of love
will cover our cold nights
desire full of fire
will light our heart
there is no end only a start
serenity and silence
no chaos and violence
nothing will be the same
in a place where is no room for shame
wind of life will blow
and harmony will grow
in our place….

refuges in our own country
six decades feels like a century
rather die protesting
then living obeying
we are keeping pursuing our dream
our river of hope is keeping his stream
the one who were braves
now are in graves
the one remaining hoping to be save
we shall fight untill the end
all united together
we shall be each other shelter
no one can break our spirits
no one can take our rights
we wont give up we wont stop
no no we wont surender
we will battel forever

we destroy love and growing hate
not listening to each other
it seems we dont bother
who will heal the wounds?
keeping us bleeding
till when we will be pleading?
a miracale .. peace on earth
is it so hard to reach?
a miracale…
end to the war
be sure… its a miracle
aching for freedom
while our hope is flaking
a mission to find solution
a vision a dream
or is it just an illusion?
unity in one direction
just be one nation

forgeting to forgive and giving grace
our life based on traditions and false superstitions
if there is justice under the sky
if there is any point to live
or even die?
directed by unknown mind
created and then vanished
waiting for the mighty savior
to the day we all be free
while we are taking others freedom
telling lies and taking lifes
divided and separated
one is up and one is down
equation with lots of missing numbers
again forgeting we are all brothers
we ask God for mercy and forgiveness
to gain eternal life while not knowing to live
we keep on trying under fake masks
to reach the admired role…