Some are built to destroy,
to employ their evil onto
others. The good balances
out the bad. The happy
balances out the sad,
yet some are still mad.
Some are built to destroy
what others have built.
Some help fix problems
that others love to create.
The love balances out
the hate. There is death,
decay, and destruction
surrounding us. At any
moment, we can become
a part of the rubble, even
if we weren’t looking for
for the trouble. Bruised,
battered, and broken, I
look to salvage all that
I can before I kick the can.
I look to those built to
destroy and shake my head.
All that can be said is
“Don’t ruin a chance for
others to make their bed.”
Tag: helping
Stuck in Space
No way of getting home,
I float endlessly throughout
the vast galaxy. I see nothing
but stars and planets. Human
life seems to be so far away.
I can’t be the only one inside
this place. There should be
another face, but that’s not
the case. My spacesuit and I
hover over sea and land.
I’ve seen the dark side
of the moon far too soon.
It’s a beautiful view above.
It’s not something that I love,
but it’s not something I hate.
It is me: stuck in space
with many moons to face.
Stay Strong
During these times, we must stay
strong. Those who come along
must adjust – knock off the rust.
When the foundation is weak,
humanity’s future seems bleak.
The stronger we are right now
will, somehow, help us breathe
in times of need. Small seeds
need strong sources of water,
sunlight, and soil. To grow up
means to show up when things
blow up. In this life, we must
nurture the young and teach
them right from wrong. Long
story short: when life pushes,
we have to push back and be
strong before any surrender.
Stay strong and live your life
just how all days turn to night.
How to; Write a Poem
Sit down. Close
Your eyes. Feel
Emotions wash
Over your soul.
Sit for a while.
Run a mile
In your mind.
Return to
Your body. Pick
Up your pen.
Then, lay down
Your journal.
Look internally,
Eternally. Let
Words flow
On the page.
Break free
From the cage
Causing you
Rage. Release
The pain inside
And find
That silver line
In each rhyme.
Rid yourself
Of the stress –
Put to rest
The weight
You carry
In your chest.
Write with no
End in sight.
Wrong or right,
Live a life
Worth writing
About before
Your pen’s ink
Runs out.
After Pain
Pain leaves a stain
we can’t get out.
What happens after
pain? Are we the same?
Some pain remains
like insatiable flames.
What can we expect
after pain sustains?
The pain will pass,
but not too fast.
The pain won’t last
when we rip away
its mask. After pain,
we can win the game
and tame the flame.
Pain leaves as soon
as we do. Our pain
ends after it begins.