As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
......
If I stay will you hold me
And comfort me through my tears
If I go will you miss me
And live with regret through the years
If I stay will you kiss me
With the passion you used to show
If I go will you let me
Be someone you used to know
......
Розхитуючи
шарпаючу тимчасовість
І
гнітючу постійність
Піднімаєшся вгору
наче наближаєшся до сонця
Вужчають стежки
жорстко обмежуючи твої рухи
Нагадують
виписане проминулими ікарами
......
With the rise of the morning sun,
the four white walls glow pearl,
the warmth of the rays- so comforting,
cradling me deeper into the bed.
And stronger the light burns,
waking me up- I need more sleep,
dragging myself forwards, I press play and the day proceeds.
Every strike of the hand, at every digit the stick lands,
doesn’t matter what night or what day,
yesterday remains a replica of today.
......
The choice is mine
If I want to continue to be a
Christian
The choice is mine
If I want to keep having
The friends I have
The choice is mine
If I will continue to pray
For my Father
The choice is mine
......
With the rise of the morning sun,
the four white walls glow pearl,
the warmth of the rays- so comforting,
cradling me deeper into the bed.
And stronger the light burns,
waking me up- I need more sleep,
dragging myself forwards, I press play and the day proceeds.
Every strike of the hand, at every digit the stick lands,
doesn’t matter what night or what day,
yesterday remains a replica of today.
......
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
......
The choice is mine
If I want to continue to be a
Christian
The choice is mine
If I want to keep having
The friends I have
The choice is mine
If I will continue to pray
For my Father
The choice is mine
......
Розхитуючи
шарпаючу тимчасовість
І
гнітючу постійність
Піднімаєшся вгору
наче наближаєшся до сонця
Вужчають стежки
жорстко обмежуючи твої рухи
Нагадують
виписане проминулими ікарами
......
Life is a platform
but make sure
it stands firm