Category: Poetry

So goes the question of identity

What makes a person fundamentally 

The question that determines my identity 

Who am I

And who I’ve been 

If I say yes, is my answer right?

It’s how you see me

If I say no, is my answer wrong?

Different than who I seem to be

The people my body represents 

The history that my mind cannot repress

The power that my soul seems to possess

How many waves can I make for myself

It’s the culture in my hands that makes me perplexed

For part of my identity is passed form one generation to the next

But

The people that my gender represents 

The knowledge my mind seems to possess

The passion that my soul cannot suppress

 How many waves can I make for myself

It’s the ideas and words that I believe in that makes me want to express

For it’s the defiance of society that shows to impress

So I’ll ask again 

Who am I

Is my identity 

How you see me to be

Or do I get to choose

Who I see in me 

Just like Adam and Eve

We were meant to be,

But then Eden came down on her knees.

Our love laying in rubble,

Beneath our feet.

Oh, what a story to heart I keep.

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Just like Rose and jake

We were meant to fly

But titanic perished in the sky.

Our love drowning in water

In an ocean’s pry.

Oh, what a story to with i die.

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So Romeo, thy Romeo

Where art thou?

For a lovers will never die

In tragedy and death

I’d be by your side

Death we’ll conquer

Into thy uncertain yonder

You are the sun

And I am the moon

You come at dawn

And I humble my turn

When time comes for us to part

Let’s hold our differences to great sublime

Cold, dark, barren world

It’s Our balance that keeps a tight hold

And through them magnanimous blizzard

Of day and night

There will always be a place

For you and I.

Those who harbor darkness inside them

Seek revenge for those they’ve lost

But

Those who harbor light inside them

Seek vengeance for those who have suffered

But

Hadn’t the line been drawn between good and evil, we wouldn’t have to choose

I am a beggar.

However, what i have

is not what i lack,

but it’s the soul

i do not have.

I want to colour outside the lines

Paint the walls with my fear

But this time they’ll put me in wrapping paper

A bow on my head

That says

“She’s fine”

I’m lonely but not alone

Frightened but no fear

Hurt but not in pain

Worthless some might think

I stare at these walls.

Mind blank and on the run

I’m down the rabbit hole

Deep down

Just waiting, still waiting for the mad hatter

My silent screams bounce of walls

Darkness creeps, i might fall

I wish a zombie sucked my brains out

Why cant i stop thinking,

Thinking out loud