Moments.
Of good.
Where I am good.
Where I am gold.
But gold does not shatter,
It bends until its breaks.
Unlike me.
Moments.
I shatter,
But somehow stay whole.
I burn what is left of me,
And cry over the ashes
Of who I am.
Moments.
Where murder is righteous.
And I die again and again,
But am still the same.
I wish I was not.
Moments.
Where I have no one.
They turn their backs to me
And I don't stop them.
I feel like my hand is being forced
To push them.
Moments.
Drilling into my soul,
If a such thing exists.
I grip it and shake it,
Like oil on water,
Trying to combine myself,
With who I wish to be.
Moments.
When I know I am wrong.
But then what
Is right.
Who is right here.
I trust other too much.
I trust that they are always right;
I can never be right.
Moments.
When I trust myself again
And I move past my mistakes,
Feeling like I am
A part of the universe.
Circling through the space
That connects me to my fate,
And I think it is a good thing.
Moments.
That arrive like a bullet
At the speed of light.
To me, everything else moves on past me.
When I am stuck.
People grow up and age;
I stay the same.
Moments.
When I am broken again,
Learned nothing from the last time.
Circling my fate,
Again and again
And again and again.
I will never change.
Moments.
Of silence.
Of noise.
Of pain.
Of joy.
Of bullets and death
And hope and renewal.
What is right
What is wrong.
Stop.
Stop the moments,
I don't want this fate.
Stop.
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Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
