I am here
I am me
But I’m not seen
no, just looked through
passed over like a left over bread
used like an essential machine
To be touched not to be felt
To be gawked not to be seen
To be left not to be held
To be consumed not to be tasted
To be perceived not to be smelt
Whatever they make of me is what I’ll be
If the distance crevices of my mind are to protest, it is shut down
I am but an unwilling puppet, patiently waiting my demise
Food tastes like air to the specter
Laughter like a sudden madness
Tears like a tired tale of ever flowing rivers of sadness
death sounds like bliss, because live seems like a disease
I am here
I am me
I am invisible©yenzyoh
Tag Archives: poem
Life is make belief
A game without rules this life is
A stage set for everyone to lose
Only fools will strive to understand the madness that this is
After all vanity has no real meaning
The hidden consciousness we have cannot be seen
Until we surrender to the fact of the irony
life is make belief I tell thee
Brothers and sisters, let’s make a great play out of it
Life
Angels
Moonlight sounds
The days are like Ghosts
The noise of the ocean
Mystic
She sits in the dark corners
At the late hours of the night
Uncovering the mysteries of her being
She dares to tread
What others fear and dread
Throwing all caution to the air
No one knows her trueness, her sincerity
An enigma to the world, she represents
Elusive, you have to search to find her current abode
Rare, a fine breed of human, she is
The mystic
She delves into the spiritual
Searches the supernatural for the natural
She knows all what’s physical,
Has a Spirit base
She knows the difference between good and bad
Practices the true, she throws away the wrong
Her soul is too mature for evil
Her mind is a philosophy
Nature’s working, a very own fascination
Governed by balance, she goes
Finding her own true way
The question
The noise has stopped
Fragrance of pain has been erased
As I trace the origin of my past
My finger, drawing figures in the sand
The cooing of the birds above me
As I try to follow the rhythm of the water
Which tries to mimic the swaying of the trees and leaves
Mother nature,
Will you be of help to me today?
Scratches
I am sorry to tell you
that all your efforts has just been scratches on my defense
You have not even started reaching within my surface-yet
Like I have touched yours
It’s all just scratches dear
As you try to break down the fortress around my heart
But do you why it’s even there?
Because the world did not consider me important to reach for
Keep on scratching my dear
I am sure someday you will find a great shovel
To make your way through my guard
Then will I be forever glad
Awakening
Poems
Poems give me life
Makes me breathe
Puts me to sleep
Poems brings me chills
Turns on a light
Gives me feels
Poems turn me on
Shut me down
Making this little girl cry
Poems wake me up
Tells me to be strong
Works me up
Poems tells me truths
Gives me voice
Makes me smile
Poems reeks of lies
Hits me hard
Makes me smile
Poems, my very life source
Melancholia
Life
The wait
Wrong again
Made the wrong choice and several more after
Trapped in a bird’s cage
With wings unable to fly
Just left to fluttering agony
Drapped up in a dark cloak
Cover your face
The true emotions that tell
Put on a mask to please the crowd
Smile, wave, shout, smile
Courtesy
As you wait you die
Even after death had ate you up already