poem – Page 14 – Stranger Paths

Smile

She wears a mask

Unashamed

Not because she’s ugly

Not because she’s afraid

Behind the mask she can safely hide

She knows they don’t care to know the colors inside

Truths can’t be untold

Here she lays with a different mask to hold

No More Apples

Surrounded by thousands

Still feels alone

This city just does not feel like home

This body is not my own

Soul wanting to burst out of a body

This is not where it belongs

Adam ate the apple

While I suffer his mistakes

Freewill

I often forget that I have a choice

I let the radio choose what I listen to

And let the TV feed my brain

I am wasting my freewill, angels must think I am insane.

#Human

Poetry Blogs

In a treasure chest only my eyes can see

I hide things that make me, me.

There you’ll find treasures of my own

poems too personal, drawings so imperfect, and sand from back home.

But here (in the blog world) I find chests open wide.

So I throw the key and join the fight.
#NewBlogger

Monsters

I see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark.

I see paws digging beneath a stone.

Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone.

While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home.

Small

The ripples in my glass of water were my proof,

There are little creatures that I can not see…

There are small things, smaller than me!

But here I stand on my kitchen floor

so much bigger yet feeling so small.

Vision

In a dream I came to know

Of what is above

And what is below

Of creatures dark and ones that glow

And I heard the earth crying out to the sun: “burn them all, rid me of this plague.”

Then I woke.

The Savior

“He will save us, don’t you worry,

loving and strong, the hero will return.”

The priest found a way to calm the crowd

So they stood still as their town burned to the ground

“Will he rebuild my tree house father?” The boy wondered

“He will make you a new one, a better one, in heaven!”

But the boy wondered if he can find the way to heaven through this fire.

“Father, do we have to see hell to enjoy heaven?”

The priest said loudly: “HE WILL SAVE US!”

But everyone was gone.

The flame surrounded the red eyed man.

And the boy stood still as the fire engulfed them both.

Man

Born screaming, he did not choose this.

Died screaming, he does not want it to end.

Answers

I have found the missing key,

but where’s the door?

I have found a key,

I don’t know what for.