Poems - Creativity in Words

Let be what may be
Butterflies in the attic
or butterfly suicide…

What counts is the splatter on the wall
the proof of freedom
the evidence of breaking free

the conversion of colors
is what resembles
revolution of the mind and body

white to black
black to red
red to green
green to blue

let the skies judge the earth
and angels judge mankind
for that is how it should be

Once there was someone,
A girl with many problems,
Problems, like everyone,
Feelings, like everyone,

But she knew nothing,
No idea what to do,
She was just standing there,
Thinking about things,

She still knew nothing,
She can’t trust her friends,
Just stands there,
Thinking about nothing,

She must find herself,
She must follow her heart,
Her heart, like everyone,
Try to find something, deep inside,

She had no idea,
Where to start,
‘What’s life?’ she asked,
But no answer came from the world,

She followed her mind,
Thinking about her life,
Thinking about herself,
Still no answer from the world,

Than she said something,
‘Maybe I don’t find it now’
‘Maybe I can’t trust someone’
‘I try to follow my heart, till I find the answer’ 

A man and his guitar.
It’s the only thing he needs,
to forget all and everything,
for the moment.

But when the moment’s gone,
emptiness crashes down upon him,
with all the weight of the world,
knocking the wind out of him.

Love is all around him,
it’s a beautifull thing to see.
However, none is aimed at him,
and none is given from him.

He has not many friends.
But the few friends he has,
are friends for life,
always standing at the ready.

Their love warms his heart,
they’re a little safe zone in his empty world.
When they’re near,
the world seems to be a little nicer.

It’s only a distraction though,
’cause they cannot give what he needs.
And as the years pass by,
hope’s fading away and loneliness becomes one of his friends.