The Years have Passed
The Years have passed by,
In the blink of an eye,
Moments of sadness,
And joy have flown by.
People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.
Life wasn’t easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn’t care.
I stood on my own,
And I still found my way,
Through some nights filled with tears,
And the dawn of new days.
And now with old age,
It’s become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.
And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.
And the worries and fears,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.
But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.
And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.
Am I this? Or am I that?
I’m Asian, no I’m white, what am i?
I’m actually both in fact
You don’t fit in here
You don’t fit in there,
Do I even belong anywhere?
Im “exotic” or I’m “unique”
Is that good or is that bad
They don’t know me, my mom or even my dad
What does that even mean?
Am I a flavour? Or a fruit?
You do not know my roots
Is that good or is that bad
They don’t know me, my mom or even my dad
Short term solutions
Why fix a problem?
Why fix a problem when you can make the symptom go away?
Why fix a problem if it doesn’t bring us more money?
Why would we give out free food when we could dump it and profit?
Why would we educate well when we could hide it and profit?
Too many questions
Take this screen
A Young Boy
I am a young boy, who has been through a lot
An athlete, a student, compared to a robot.
Expected to do this and wanted to do that
With no way of reaching out to try make it stop.
Such a small mind with inspiring goals,
The sky is the limit and the future is what holds;
My potential and my thoughts shall not go to waste
My life is a treasure and I’ll make sure it is great.
These are tough times
Can’t go outside our areas boundary lines
But we try and we try and we only end up with fines
Trying to escape and its classed as a crime
I just want to see friends when will this thing end
A lot of people losing the plot, blowing their top
Everyone just wants this to stop but its not
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
In a World
We live in a world of technology,
Where our loudest cries are heard silently.
We live in a world of misery and pain,
Where everyone has been drained.
Self-esteem is lost,
In the filed covered in frost.
Our life experiences shared,
To people wide and far all just to be compared.
Who I Am
I am who you want me to be
But who I am lies deep inside
I’m the good student who doesn’t like school
Stuck in a system that doesn’t fit what I want to do
I’m different whilst still I’m the same
Stuck in a cage like a mime or is it all in my brain?
I want to be great, I want to be me
I want to be great and I want to lead
There’s power in the voice that I’m told to be quiet
You will be average, voice in my head keeps lying
I just keep trying and trying and trying
And I will
When I die my name won’t follow it
Greatness full inside of us but our minds slowly hollowing
Break the cycle, cut the chains loose
I think I found who I am, did you?
Being liked is what everyone wants.
To say what you feel with positive response.
Reality is, nobody cares,
Whether you swagger about
Or constantly swear,
If you pretend to yourself
That this is you,
When you all you want
Is fit in with the crew
Be yourself and do what you do,
Because being the best
Is being you
I’m stuck at home, life motionless
Staring at a screen almost emotionless
Everyday feels identical, always the same
I wonder if I’m even still sane, but who can I blame?
Haven’t seen my friends in a month, in a while
I’m sick of it, this unending lifestyle
Like a Flower
I come from a great home, in a great area, in a great country
Like a flower, I have a pot to grow from
But without the nourishment I will never touch the sky
How can I grow without food?
How can I achieve success without failure?
I cannot, and I won’t.
Like a blade of grass, when I grow I may be cut down
But I will always grow back up again.
I’ve grown up in a time of yes or no
Wrong or right, fight or flight.
Always in a worried state, looking over my shoulder.
Trying to blend in, but remember to be yourself.
Everyone telling me to be who I am,
The best that I can be.
But what if that’s not enough…
I believe poetry is useless,
And yet ironic as this may seem,
It is the medium I use now to voice my opinion.
Poets write half finished stories,
The reader is supposed to interpret the missing lines.
Find the message that is not being conveyed,
Find the meaning that does not exist,
Maybe if poets were explicit we wouldn’t waste our time
Never have I felt like I belonged, always just the one who can never get along.
I try my best to understand if they’re truly gonna be there for me or just can’t.
You see I don’t like these big crowds, but with you I get so lost in your sound.
The sun is shining, the flowers are rising
Later in the day the wind is strong,
The kids are playing and the day is long,
Time went by and the sun is gone,
The kids are finished and they have to be gone,
Their time has come, because the son is begone,
They went home and thought about the fun.
Messy and wrangled
A place I used to relax
A safe haven
Tangled and strangled
A captive of comfort
I sit and lie
A my desk
This modern comfort
A lie in itself
A prison for me
Where I can no longer
A Young Student
I am a young student, with big ambitions,
From athlete to regular job, my dreams will never stop,
All that put to a stop due to a global pandemic,
I work in silence, hoping I will get to the top,
Still a young student, with ambitions bigger than ever.
Expected to Succeed
I come from a world
Where I am expected to succeed
But how am I supposed to do so
When no would be pleased
I try repetitively to give my all
Only to receive disappointed faces
How come no one hears my everlasting calls?
His blue eyes sparkle at me
His beautiful smile when he looks at me
His dark black hair so messy
He makes my heart skip a beat
Oh what has this bad boy done to me
I find myself not breathing
I know his not right for me
As I have always been that perfect girl
I’ve always been their pride and joy
But his blue eyes sparkle at me
I know they longed for me
They want me
But at the end is it true or love
Or a destiny that cannot be fulfilled
I haven’t hurt anyone, I haven’t done anything wrong
So why do I feel so wrong
Each day, work, get tired, rest, repeat
Am I happy or am I simply digging myself a hole so deep
Perhaps I am a fool
Perhaps I am a madman working as a tool
I truly am confused
We are reaching a tipping point
Where corporate empires take land
And do whatever they please of it
Only because the system
That these actions perpetuate
Only reward profit
Become a communist today
Never be Topped
The tears of disappointment.
The sweat of hard work.
The tiredness of determination
The headache of sacrifice
The happiness of success will never be topped.
Across the World
Living across the world was not fun,
Not really fun for anyone,
There are some things I can’t admit,
Or else I may lose it,
Down the halls of my closest friends house,
Something was waiting patiently like a mouse,
Although the experience was not golden,
I have just revealed it in my poem.
Every morning I’m mourning
Dawning that I’m just waiting for spawning
I greet my seat
Wait for them to tweet
I feel like quitting from sitting
All day staring and glaring at a computer screen
When words fail, music speaks
Birds peck away at whatever comes to their beaks
Life is a cycle it’s just rinse and repeat
I’m a poet kid I don’t even need a beat
Don’t mind all this stanza stuff
And Don’t be smokin the Ganja stuff
It’s bad for the brain and you’ll put ur mother in pain
Our generation needs some education
Being a virgin is concerning,
But being a swat is not hot.
If you’re not cool you’re a fool
Loving yourself is a problem,
But if you cop on your wrong
Being a stranger isn’t that fun,
It gives you a feeling inside your gut,
Being a stranger makes you alone,
It even applies if you have a phone,
The haters will always hate,
I’ll forget about them and chase my fate,
To be a great person for me,
Also help others in need,
I’m a good person but life is tough,
Depends on your parents and type of life
I come from the East,
People call me a beast,
They sometimes call me a god,
But usually they’re a fraud.
They will say they care,
And you think they’re rare,
But that is not the truth,
So I turn around and send them to the devil’s feast.
Yesterday I went to the park
I looked up and saw a spark
The spark was so beautiful
It made wonder
Why aren’t I trying further
I am now working harder
To accomplish my dreams
Of being a feen
It was a Saturday
I had no glue
I only had one shoe
And it was covered in goo
But there was nothing I could do
So I got the bus home
And went to bed
And threw my goo covered shoe
In the loo