How can I put into words,
The words which cannot be worded?
The truth which cannot be told?
The feelings, expressed?
The beautiful turmoil that rules my mind,
Love? Hate? Neither?
When does 'like' become 'love' and 'anger', 'hate'?
Rights? Wrongs? Which is which?
This jumble is torrential.
Do I act upon what I feel,
Or others?
Is there a difference?
Or should I simply not act at all?
Let it lie. RIP.
Drip slowly into infinity.
Hope and pray that it will just go away.
And the kinder emotions return.
Hate to anger.
Love back to like.
A simpler time.
A happier time?
I'm not sure.
What is your definition of 'happy'?
It's all a jumble.
So many words.
The battle inside my mind mimics the same one out.
But not the emotion.
The emotion stays trapped; locked away.
But still it seeps out.
It's not trapped, not really.
It's swirling in the shadows.
Playing tricks with the light.
Maybe there is no battle.
Ah, the words.
So artful in deceiving the mind.
And truth be told, the heart too.
Making it so difficult to uncover the crystals of truth beneath them.
Those gems, beauty and pain,
Mined out after months of excavation,
To find that sometimes,
The truth should never be found.
As once is,
It lodges itself where it can always be seen; it's colorful rays tainting my vision,
Like rose coloured glasses,
And lulling me to their peaceful embrace.
Away from the shadows,
But just as deadly.
Truth and emotion;
A frustrating combination.
But this confusing pain,
it can never be revealed.
Because if it was,
Nothing could be the same.
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Poems of my Mind
PoesíaThese 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...
