There is black
And there is white
And as a kid
You are blind to
What is in between
But as you grow
You begin to see
That there are
Specks of gray
Because
Life is not in
Black and white
Not everything can be defined
Good Bad Right Wrong
See those?
Those are spaces
Between good and bad
Between right and wrong
Life is gray
Category: poetry
Concealed Fragility
Metal, sturdy and strong,
Cracks like glass
An allusion
That went unnoticed
To those who did not bother
To get a closer look
Unattended and abandoned
Fragments now lay
Forever broken
Unfixable
Fast Asleep
A baby lies
Fast asleep
Dreaming
Simultaneously
A harsh reality ensues
A maelstrom of anger and hate
A pandemonium of noise
Loud, yet whispered
Words
Sharp, cutting, malicious
That cannot be taken back
Despite influence
Despite all else
But still
The baby sleeps
Dreaming
Happy
Numbers and Letters
just an assortment of Numbers
results all the same
but what does
It matter if
It’s all that’s there?
just Numbers and Letters
nothing new.
you may think that
It’s special
worth admiration or abhorring
but in the end
alone is not absent
nor anxiety, anguish, angst
It is all that you hold
Numbers and Letters
They don’t mean a thing.
Dark Side
Dark Side
Acids stain you a
heart in the night
consume your soul
now a cruel dark
side replaced hate
a terrible way but
might as well live
might as well stay.