Peace veils the justice window
To hide one’s sight of villains
Sorrow comes dripping slow
As raindrops cover the window again
Water makes a wet, long trail
Across the crying pane of glass
Disasters hide the path of the frail
Their crimes cover their class
The window must be opened to see
Those outside; suffering in the stormy rain
Looking past the endless sea
Help those who are in pain
Wasted away, he lay on the bench
He felt happiness and joy
Like a petulant child, he refused advice
And so the bottles lay scattered like toys
Then the alcohol left his system
And the ecstasy faded away
He felt dreary, dull and sad
It was like this every single day
And each day, he vowed to stop
Yet each night they could see the alcohol’s stink
He swore a solemn oath to give it up
And each night he’d say “Just another drink?”
A small cut; it was once bright red
Now clotted and darkening; like a wilting rose
My crimson world is tearing into shreds
My hands are clean, I scrubbed and scrubbed; but the blood freely flows
My vision swims; my sight’s a blur
Mist rises and falls; I can only see red
The spirits are talking; causing a stir
Dark circles surround my eyes; I wake up screaming in bed
They don’t go away; they’ll never go away
Ghosts of my mistakes; phantoms of my past
I feel nothing but fear day by day
Knife in hand, I wonder if my next breath will be my last
Once, we lived in caves; reaching the stars a mere dream
Fire was entrancing, it danced in the night
Our mind was like our might, in ruins and shambles
Yet we climbed, it is in our nature to fight
We swam through the oceans, fought through the seas
Swimming up, and reaching the shore
We climbed trees and hills
And faced problems and predators galore
We clawed our way through the terrain
Yet we weren’t satisfied with the mountain’s peak
Cities and towns below us; we aimed higher
We touched the clouds and now the stars we seek
The clock is looping over and over again
The curtains are drawn, shutters shut tight
The world is a grey road of pain
So, I prefer the sidewalks at night
The trains flies and whizzes along the tracks
Computers and technologies are like my right hand
For science and reason, I’ve got a knack
Yet, why do I enjoy the hills, the beach with its blanket’s-sand
Little rebellions swell, with little flair and grace
The daffodils are brightening at dawn
And although to a futile happiness I give chase
The small bits are what keep me strong
When I lay on the soft blades of grass
Laughing and wishing I could bathe in the dewdrops
When I decide my heart and not the mass
All of my world, my sadness, my despair just stops
And although this system I can never escape
Little rebellions, like flowers, will bloom
They’ll join together and give shape
To the hero which contrasts society’s doom
I won’t say I hate my mask
I will not say I love my personas
I paint it every single day
I brush it, I polish it
I make it beautiful
I wear it everyday
But when I glance into the mirror,
I realize
It is only a mask
Not my face, just a mask
I won’t ever take it off
Words can create worlds, and alternate realities
It can create places where everyone is transparent
And nobody needs to lie beneath a veil of mistrust
Nobody judges you on your opinions and beliefs
Utopia is a place where everyone knows everyone as friends
Everyone knows what you want and what you don’t
And everyone gets when and why you are hurting
Nobody can misinterpret words
People know exactly how much you like and appreciate them
Self confidence is present in everyone
No unspoken truth hangs in the air
No elephant in the room causes tension
The boulder is stubborn, refuses to move
It’s grounded in its spot, stiff and proud
As the river placidly manoeuvres its way around
However, its protests and splashes are clear and loud
The Sun sinks into the horizon,
The boulder smiles, it has won
And it pays no mind to the furious water
The stream is ignored, efforts are shunned
But day by day, perseverance keeps the river going
It tackles and injures; it punches and bruises
The rock still obstinately stays in place
The river goes on and on; again, it loses
Both are strong and stubborn, perverse and prideful
But the river wins, because it was humble enough to surrender the battle
It knew that the boulder had not yet won the war
And when it was finally swept away as a grain,
The river smiled, it never gave up
I am like a gentle stream of water
Reliable, trustworthy and adaptable
I can change my beliefs to your content
My opinions are made to mirror yours
I do not care to have a solid opinion of myself
All I know is, I am a person with uncountable personas
And I struggle and work to maintain them
And I feel no shame, only pride at how different people perceive me
Some of my friends think I am rebellious, with little regard for rules
Yet others think I am responsible, brilliant and hold myself with pride
My teachers feel I am dutiful and sincere
Yet I appear unhealthily complacent and placid towards my parents
And my brother, who knows my pranks and tricks, thinks of me as a liar
I can change to make people like me
But trust is not so readily gained
And although I pride myself on my ability to adapt
I wish,
There was someone whose opinions I didn’t mirror without lies
I am a spaceship flying to Mars,
I am a lightning-fast racing car,
I am a dream getting carried away,
I am a wish that has just been made,
A bee flying to a flower,
A snail leaving a trail,
A yellow pencil colouring the sky,
A sleepy firefly,
I am a gold-filled treasure chest buried far beyond,
I am a fiery Phoenix singing its golden song,
Can you guess what I am?
(I travel through the sky,
But I can only be spotted in the night…)
What am I?
A shooting star