Confusion.

De-attachment.

Am I here?

Or not?

The blinding bright world.

Gives me deafness.

I see something.

Something.

A glimpse.

Fleeting.

Too fast to be real.

But I know it's there.

Under the trees.

I feel its gaze.

But I cannot see.

What is it?

And why?

Why is it standing there?

The thought hits me with a bang.

I know what it is.

Reflection under the trees.

A shadow of what this person was.

What this was.

What what was.

Hidden.

I hid it.

Embarrassed.

But it does me no good.

That's what that figure.

The unreality.

Is telling.

Is saying.

Embrace yourself.

Be yourself.

Stand proud.

Be me.

Questioning

"You ask too many questions," I say

"But I want to learn." you whine, soft eyes searching

"Come here and I'll tell you the story of knowledge"

Knowledge is a fine thing,

Firm and sweet,

Yet its rotten at the core,

Things you never wanted to know

Are there

Lurking

Knowledge comes with love, power, happiness

But innocence is taken away

Abide for your action, since you're not in ignorance

Anything thing you do is your own choice

Knowledge is power, yet it weakens you

It makes you happy, yet it saddens you

Knowledge is a dart through the heart

Or someone lost in the dark

What is knowledge to you is up to you

But believe me, it has hurt more than cured.

It may be different on your path,

But my heart was harmed of dreadful knowings.

Knowledge

"That is the story of knowledge." I said

"I don't get it." Your innocence beams brightly like a steady candle

I smile sadly, as I say

"You will someday."

Blinded Justice

What is a war?

You say it's a fight for justice.

Yet it's not.

The justice blinds the mind.

It is a worthless fight.

Bickering of two children without a mother watching.

You say it's justice, but what about the blood spilled?

The innocence stripped?

Those children lost?

Justice has grown twisted in its meaning to today.

There is not an ounce.

Nothing is right when you consider it a war.

Yet you say it is.

But it's all just a lie.

Blinded justice.

Betrayel

One of my favorite slightly mixed meaning poems.

falling.......

through this endless darkness

a battlefield

an angel of despondency

Sweeping overhead

a single figure,

laughing among the fallen

his soul lost within the lost

amoung the scarlett paint of red

even rejected by the parched ground

sword protruting

those skeletons coming

demons rejoicing

it's a destiny

a lone death

yet his punishment eternity

forever have sinned

in thy eyes of the Lord

carefully watching

that laughing

figure of sadness

alone

those feelings

The missed grammer puts emphasis on the youth of the poem.

those feelings of

.mine.

floating in the blue skies

a feeling

that

cannot

be explained

why?

why do i?

why this feeling?

i'm still young

heart easily

broken or shattered

sad or crying

yet this

feels different

i feel as if

i can trust

you

but

i have

still doubts

for

I had

this feeling

not long

ago

I had

known it could

never

happen

y

e

t

i had

h o p e d

my foo lish

h e

a

r t

was

s

h

a

t

t

e

r

e

d

but

it yearns

to s o a r

again

for

when i

talk

to

you

i am

lifted

i do not know you

personally

never seen your face

it is

all a lie

but

my heart thinks otherwise

should i ask?

but

our link

could be easily lost

in c . y . b . e . r . s . p . a . c . e

i

should

be happy with

right

now

and

hide

these

thoughts

never to be seen

never to be spoken

Space testing, no, I never had this experience if you're wondering.