• The Truth Sonnet #1

    Say to the midnight,
    Once only to the world
    That there is no light,
    Shining like new born peals.
    To give once unto the sun,
    Tomorrow what it may give
    To have a little fun
    And maybe once live.
    But what's the purpose of a game,
    If you're not going to win
    Someone must end up in shame
    And may twice come again.
    So let it be given and told
    So maybe, someday, it'll all unfold.


    Introduction

    Look around you
    There's hidden thoughts
    Hidden truth
    In everyone.
    In him and in her.
    The one to your left,
    The one to your right,
    Truth lies beneath the
    Surface of eyes in everyone.
    Also, there's truth in me.
    Spoken in words
    That maybe you'll understand/
    Who I am
    What I am.
    And these are the truth poems
    by *name not being displayed*.

    Nobody

    Am I somebody
    That you look up to?
    Am I somebody
    That could give the final cue,
    Oh what I would give
    To hear you say yes
    To hear I deserve to live.
    But in that final episode
    I never made it to the top.
    So when I am gone.
    I
    Am
    Simply
    Nobody.



    Complicated Nature

    Sometimes things are better left unsaid
    To never state the true nature
    Of what's on your mind.
    Sometimes it's rather simpler
    To keep the unknown inside,
    Because some people just won't understand,
    It's horrid to be left in that confusing silence,
    To state your complicating self
    To the ones thought ignorant.
    It's not that, and have me my trust.
    It's just they do not know you,
    After all, they don't live your life.
    Sometimes things are just better left unsaid.
    Your mind, a cruel subject that is
    It fights and it yells, and it doesn't particularly like you.
    I guess you could say your mind is rather selfish.
    Because
    Sometimes
    Things
    Just
    Shouldn't
    Be
    Said.


    The Fight

    Speak your mind
    Like no one cares.
    It's okay because I tell you
    Silence isn't worth the tears,
    Be your one and only self
    The who you desire most.
    That person that seeks behind the curtain,
    Believe me, they're not the one who's lost.
    You're lost and find
    Your way out.
    No matter how many times you holler
    Scream, or even shout.
    You must find you.
    You must find the one
    Lurking beneath your eyes,
    And only then have you won.
    Won the true battle of life,
    The one that most struggle with.
    The fight that occurs
    Inside the shadow and mist.
    I suppose you wish to know this fight
    If you haven't already guessed.
    It's terrible, and some never find a way out
    Leaving them lost and only stressed.
    It's truly the only battle
    That makes life a true struggle.
    Look me in the eyes as I speak,
    So you can break from your own bubble.
    Find who you are
    Who you long to truly be,
    Find yourself in you
    Because then in life, you'll see.

    Consequences

    More or less?
    Do I ask
    Which is better?
    Which forms a mask,
    More, I could hide
    Myself from the world
    By being someone I'm not,
    Hide behind many a curl.
    If I choose more
    I could be more than this
    And nobody would, or could
    Even second guess,
    That this is who I am not
    But rather what I wish to be.
    Travel in thy world
    Across all the seven seas.
    But to be more
    I would have to be seen against thy shadow
    To be heard in the least bit of a quiet whisper.
    I couldn't just live in my happy meadow.
    So maybe, just maybe
    I wish to be less though.
    But then what would this bring,
    Would everyone know?
    If I was a little hush
    In concrete silence,
    Never changing
    The internal science.
    If I could say no to you
    Never look you in the eyes
    Never would you think me bad,
    Because I wouldn't have to lie.
    I wouldn't have to play pretend
    Like a little girl in her fairy land
    In far off distance: imagination
    Little enough to not know the time sand.
    I could be just me
    Not famous, and unknown.
    Full of many ideas,
    That' will never be shown.
    So my true dilemma is
    Which consequence must I choose
    To live inside myself,
    Or live inside of who?