Poem 1 – Ascend
To none of those adults with parents, that ocean arising.
To none of those adults with an abundance of companionship
Give them peace during a warm morning.
Take the love hungry angel into a world of hope and dreams
They can comprehend. Awaken, they scream at our escape
from a everlasting nightmare coming from the voice of past
memories. We stay out nevertheless while going back to
remember how a past stunts mental growth, keeping them at bay.
Poem 2 – Hello, Sunset
Sunny day out, cool breeze hitting our skin
moments feel everlasting around you.
Going around town living that teenage dream
feeling that special type of bliss that makes me ascend.
Being with you reminds me of those warm summer nights,
feeling an energy indescribably perfect.
It was love at first sight, your eyes, your smile,
wouldn’t trade it for anything.
They all told me not to trust you,
“they’re not good for you, find someone else”
constant doubt from every direction
“you can do better, why are you like this?”
thoughts clouding my judgment as if it were my own,
Yet here I am, reminiscing about you.
Two opposite worlds colliding,
creating something so dazzling it makes the cosmos align.
Past, present and future all coming together as one moment with you.
Self doubt almost ending everything,
not feeling like we could last
fear, insecurity and uncertainty.
Meant to be with no regrets,
Blending into one,
living as one and going through life as one
We were meant to be
Poem 3- How
Can one embrace the silent euphoria
We absentmindedly create as our lids flutter closed?
As the muffled shrieks from innocent throats,
And blood curdling sights develop on the soil we share?
How are we expected to seek forgiveness at the feet of a white silhouette,
Why do we look up at him with such envy lying behind the orbs you perceive through?
How can you turn your cheek to those grasping on by fingernails,
Yet dash to those who lubricate the edges.
How can you tell of wanderous tales,
Those that speak of knights slaying demons,
Saving cities and civilians,
Yet
You judge those demons bent at your will.
Poem 4 – Wandress
The scorching sun beams laid upon her skin
and winds would cause her torn up dress to sway
although the sunlight never seemed to dim
her eyes had lost their color long away
The trail she left behind would stretch for miles
the desire she withheld her only guide
though he promised to wait for a while
her emptiness grows with every stride
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