Brave Poems
Halfway to Heaven
by Chrissy Davis
One last day in this neighborhood.
Leaving behind years of memories both bad and good.
I’m so tired of being misunderstood.
I wouldn’t stay here if I could.
I’m halfway to Heaven.
I’ve already been through hell.
Yeah, I’m halfway to Heaven. I don’t even know myself.
Seems like everybody wants to control me.
Telling me how my life is supposed to be.
I’m tired of living in captivity.
......
Broken But Brave
by Guru Gayatri
Unspilled tears hidden behind her hollow shouts,
When noxious scars highlight secrets of years
Absolutely carved unfulfilled dreams
From Silent screams to broken mirrors,
Reveal cruel actions that grace her skin,
Chaotic smile that start to disappear
Unveiling the battle, yet to win
Purring desires that no one ever hear.
......
Divine
by Ayan Gupta
When the sunlight dies
and it’s time for the moon to rise,
a Pegasus, trots over the grey skies
witnessing your enchanting tired eyes
he knows,
he knows your wings are weak
and your dreams are too big,
making his eyes go bleak
he sees you every day, every night
under the stalwart sun or the pale moonlight
......
Halfway to Heaven
by Chrissy Davis
One last day in this neighborhood.
Leaving behind years of memories both bad and good.
I’m so tired of being misunderstood.
I wouldn’t stay here if I could.
I’m halfway to Heaven.
I’ve already been through hell.
Yeah, I’m halfway to Heaven. I don’t even know myself.
Seems like everybody wants to control me.
Telling me how my life is supposed to be.
I’m tired of living in captivity.
......
Broken But Brave
by Guru Gayatri
Unspilled tears hidden behind her hollow shouts,
When noxious scars highlight secrets of years
Absolutely carved unfulfilled dreams
From Silent screams to broken mirrors,
Reveal cruel actions that grace her skin,
Chaotic smile that start to disappear
Unveiling the battle, yet to win
Purring desires that no one ever hear.
......
Divine
by Ayan Gupta
When the sunlight dies
and it’s time for the moon to rise,
a Pegasus, trots over the grey skies
witnessing your enchanting tired eyes
he knows,
he knows your wings are weak
and your dreams are too big,
making his eyes go bleak
he sees you every day, every night
under the stalwart sun or the pale moonlight
......
