There is no single reason why
I shouldn’t be allowed to cry
To weep or mourn or simply grieve
It’s only human, I believe
I know on the outside it might seem
I have it all; I’m living the dream
But there are some holes and cracks in me
Filling up with sadness so rapidly

And you might roll your eyes and say,
“You’ll learn what struggle is one day!
“You’re still so young; you have no right
“To call such ease a strenuous plight.”
Others will sneer and shout at me,
“You’ve lived your life ungratefully!
“You’re given all you want and need
“Why do you still live in evil greed?”

But neither you nor they will know
How much I’m stifled by my own woes
There are some things I cannot buy
Or get no matter how hard I try
For joy and peace, they matter not
Anymore in a world that wrongly taught
Its people that money is worth far more
Than choosing the life that’s rightfully yours

They took my life away from me
I know I can’t escape or flee
So I just nod and accept my fate
To do anything is far too late
Now you know that when I weep
It’s for the life I failed to keep  
And death I know is the only way to touch
The freedom and peace I crave so much

We live in the dreams
Of someone else’s sleep
Where we are no more than
Mindless marionettes.
Although the dreamers, they do let
A lucky few to be more than
Someone drowning in the deep,
Most of us, it seems
Cannot escape this twisted reality

And reality, what it is,
Is a simple fabrication –
A small spark of thought!
A wander of the mind,
One of the realest kind.
Though one really ought
To save humankind from this illusion,
It is what it is.
There are few who’ll want to change it.

I smile
I laugh
I play around
I make all things
Seem like a joke
It’s a mask I wear
So you don’t see
The sadness that has been
Choking me.

I almost look forward
To that unimaginable place
Where no one has lived
To tell the whole story.
But for the meantime, I’m here
In a world I wish to leave,
Trying to make time for all
The ‘useless’ things I wish to achieve  

And I still smile  
I joke around
So no one knows
I’m about to drown
The truth is there
If you wish to see
The desolation that is
Killing me.

Do we choose the life we’re given?
Is it a deal made from before?
Perhaps made with the devil
His lures are hard to ignore

Yes, I made deals with the devil
Before I reached this foul Earth
But I’m not so good with making deals
So I’ve lacked lighter skin since birth

Some others have better fates than me
They are given such beauty and grace
But what right do we have to determine
Of which one is the fairest face?

And what would we puppet fools sacrifice
For a finite time of beauty?
Not the bloodshed of human race,
We wouldn’t be that selfish, oh surely!

Yet I watch millions die from something
As simple as the colour of their skin
Who is the real underlying winner here?
Who are they to escape from this sin?

I know the answer every day
Is it something you’re afraid to know?
That if you could, you’d do it again
For the devil who’s enjoying this show

Now if I could, I’d like to go back
To just before I cross the gates of life
To tell myself that it all shouldn’t matter
That how I look like shouldn’t bring me such strife

Did, or would you, make deals with the devil?
Don’t worry, all we humans are flawed
And ignorant enough to so much as believe
That such a devil could perhaps be a god.

All 47 of my selected poems from this year.
https://www.wattpad.com/story/55356007-for-the-heart-catcher-2015

In this flower field, in the life of spring
The flowers bloom and the birds do sing
But over the horizon, an evil waits
A dead wasteland holding our fragile fates  

The early sunrise is a mighty sight
What a beautiful world, made of glorious light
But then I remember the darkness there
Made by our own hands to taunt and scare

A king sits upon his shameful throne
Built from hundreds of innocents’ bones
His army is marching, coming soon
To trample the flowers that has just bloomed

It’s hard to believe, just standing here
Breathing in the scent of dewdrop tears
But if I listen enough or strain to see
It’s clear they’re not too far from me

What a beautiful world, of life and light
Of wind and song and starlit nights
And over the horizon is our impending doom
But for now I’ll watch the flowers bloom

beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display