Poems From Silence

No Name Or Official Ending

Sometimes I feel lack luster,
Courage is what I must muster.
Sometimes my brain is it's own buster
And sometimes the rain is a brain ruster.

I am normally bossed.
Yet I still feel lost.
We feel tossed.
Yet we are still at our own cost.

Sure we feel like kings.
Yet we are still confused about things.
We sit on the swings;
Staring at our parents broken wedding rings.

You can complain that it's hot.
Yet people are still being shot.
People sleep on cots.
And still act like mindless robots.

For help, people may look to a star.
Yet there are too far.
They can't make it past the bar.
Every move they make leaves a scar that is dark as tar.

People were hurt in the past.
The pain leaves scars that last.
The scars are vast.
The pain doesn't leave fast.

Alone is a lie.
We can all fly.
Yet we still ask why.
So here is the answer to why don't die when we try.

The answer is science.
One of Newton's laws in our life alliance.
So why stand up in defiance?
After all, we are all life's clients.

The nights that are black;
Have emotions they pack.
And sometimes they lack.
So our emotions stack.

More proof?
Why do you act so aloof?
Makes you sound like a goof.
Go talk to a person with out a roof.

Shells from the ocean arise from foam.
Sadly, I see them from the hills I roam.
Through the sand I comb.
I found out it will be a while before I go home.

This old and lifeless place.
Is this really the case?
I stare at the curtains with thier blood stained lace.
I shall once and for all leave this nostalgia chase.

Another lady new.
She won't stick like mom did with glue.
I guess no one thinks this was too.
With no one I share this lonely view.

I want to kick them out!
The crazy thoughts that roll about.
I want to sit like a child and pout.
I just want to shout!

I hate when I'm thrown the blame.
I hate the horrible game.
It makes everyone feel lame.
It hurts like a hand in flame.

I wish the world would move like a show of ballet.
We could all just twist and sway.
In a calm orderly way.
As if niceness would stay, no one astray.

Life is very vile.
The problems are in a pile.
As if all in a life file.
Like running on glass for a mile.

We should have fun!
So make another pun!
Life isn't done!
So consider that you won.

So give yourself a rose!
Its how life goes!
Give the world many beautiful shows!