Poetry At Will

My Eyes To Cry

Real tears that streamed from my eyes
Were hidden from the ones who caused it.
The hurt that gripped strong at my heart,
Cause me to hide once again.
Hide from all compliments, all remarks,
All false and real smiles.
My heart, I decide, needs to hardened.
Turn cold all emotions and feelings
That may cause me to cry.
To cry tears down a familiar path on my cheeks.
As I look in the mirror now,
I see stale tears smeared across my cheeks,
My nose turning red to match my eyes.
My lonely reflection begins to get blurry
As the pain returns and my eyes fill.
I close my eyes tight,
Squeezing in my salty tears
And trying to find strength.

Enemy Found

It is true. You are your worse own enemy. I have seen that I can really destroy myself. I can not really say how much damage is done, but I can just sense it. I hold myself back alot. Well, maybe in time, since I know how i am slowly damaging my mental health, I can repair myself. Not sure yet, how I am gonna do that?

Achieving This

I sat at this keyboard this afternoon thinking about what I can post. There have been thoughts blowing about in my head that i need to sweep out. But these thoughts are hard to place. I am trying these days to develop my artistic side. I am trying to improve my drawing skills, so that I can attempt to put my written or spoken words in a single picture. I do believe that I can achieve this. I believe that this computer has made be lazy. I used to question my talent that I inherited but not anymore.I can draw what I see but the challenge is to draw what isn't there. This will take time but I will be patience and not give up. This is something that I don't want to accomplish but need to.

Someone For Everyone

i was watching a show on vh1. i believe it was "totally Obsessed". well, these people have the most weird hobbies and nasty obsessions. really nasty. one person i saw want to be a cat, a woman want to reach 600 pounds and one guy is obsessed with pac-man. he was creepy. well, what i notice is that with these people and their weird obsessions, they all got a husband or a wife. just goes to prove that there is someone for everyone.

Any Kind Of Words

I wonder sometimes if words really do hold power. Can words really boost and motivate person all the time or only at special moments.