Poetic Speech

Maybe they only judge me for my exterior, don't look forth nor beyond the surface. They claim to see me for what I seem. The complexities of my dynamics reach to extend outside the line. I'm outside the box, into the rectangle. It's the shell, the hard skin. The destined fate the world has given us, they see us all as part of the same extending line. I cut the corner, into a new direction seeking a different path. But yet I receive laughs and get mocked. Trapped in the imagery, this imaginary box. I paint the image purple yet all they see is black. No chance to set forth a new goal. Why bother with this kid!? He's just like the others! They all seem the same to me. Bunch of hooligans, disturbing the peace. He thinks he can change our minds, our views are steadfast. There's no need for you to try. Why bother writing these poems? There's no words that will change our minds. Yet I still scribble and doodle hoping one day they'll pass the m...

The end of existence is only the beginning of a mental bondage with the soil from which we all rose| Last days become an everlasting recorded pixel| Those scriptures penned can only free your soul when nature is far from existence| The days pass by as the years fade past the months| Sitting lonesome| No one to hear your cries| No one to feel your pain| The sadness darkness caused| The flood from the rainy days| The eyes dissecting shadows| The eyes restating sorrows| Those illusions in the far feel like reality when happiness lacks| All you need is to dream for a better day| Then you will wake to a better tomorrow| For there are unfilled spaces in the masterpiece of your life's canvas left to paint|