Youthful Poems

I wrote these poems my senior year of high school (so four years ago).  They are interesting because they reflect my style of writing even now.

Doubt

While I love the way you talk,

I doubt I can trust you to take the walk.

Your devotion for me

May someday leave you feeling un-free.

Like the bodies of the dead run cold,

I am afraid your love for me will grow old.

Our glistening life together will drain out of sun

And you may wish to forevermore freely run.

Eventually you will unshackle your heart

And leave me to depart.

 

Thoughts

My heart leaps up when I behold

Something important to be told.

When an idea comes to morph my thoughts,

It leaves me feeling up in knots.

But when I unearth the answer from a day to night,

I feel alive with delight.

My Lost One

Through the days and nights

My soul wept.

Not for you but for my lost one instead.

While sleeping soundly, I cried from within.

Will I ever find my lost one and when?

I think about all the times I’ve had

And wonder if it was at all worth it in the end.

After some time I decide

You weren’t worth being by my side.

I now know that I need time

To find myself and live without

The fake façade that sparked doubt.

Europe

My heart was like space

Exploring with new taste.

My sight like an infant,

Seeing everything new and bright.

My hearing like a new echo

Filled with fresh sounds.

All these new sights and sounds

Came to fill me up to discover

Its new lands and waters.

  

Always War

War.

Always War.

But what is it for?

Like death, it’s unavoidable.

But why must we fight when we can speak?

Why must we kill to get what we desire?

Do we go to war to do what’s right?

Or is some of it out of spite?

Maybe it’s all a fabrication covering

the light to the truth

To achieve political values and its morals.

Death. Danger. Damage. Destruction.

Is this really what we want?

Wonderful  Darkness

Euphoria is all she feels.

The birds, the trees,

The flowers, and the bees.

Serenity possesses her.

The mind of her sun brightens up her day.

Like the vibrant sky, everything around her intoxicates her with

joy.

Peace. Love. Bliss.

It’s something she will never have to miss.

Anguish is all he feels.

His mind is plagued

With what he made.

Serenity broke away.

The mind of his sun deadens his day.

Like the dead sky, everything around him intoxicates him with gloom.

Darkness. Fear. Hate.

It must be his fate.

The True Light

Life is filled with wonder.

We emerge innocent and naïve.

Everyone struggling to guard

          us and deceive.

A veil rests over our eyes

Covered with deceit and lies.

The veil is crisp

And it always eventually tears and rips.

It lets in the blinding true light

From the midnight sun so bright.

Life is filled with simplicity in the beginning.

Full of smiles and laughter.

Hope and wonder.

Dreams and whispers...

The murmurs of truth

Come to tell us life is uncouth.

Hopes and dreams are left neglect

While hearts are wrecked.

Loved ones go cold

And lies unfold.

Innocence is smothered to a shattering end.

Life is filled with dread.

But we must go on

And forget the mess

To relieve our helpless stress.

We must find hope

To fulfill our dreams and cope

And find our own true light.