Category Archives: Emotional Abstract Poems

Seasons pass by beyond our grasp

As do the life cycle of a wasp

When crops harvested by Dagon

Like the songs of trees during autumn

Forgotten memories being held

Tears fall down being meld

Yet pain resides in the bottom

Like the songs of trees during autumn

Love falls apart like an old stem

Your once beloved now you condemn

Thus love can lose its decorum

Like the songs of trees during autumn

When greatness achieved its propriety

When living for you is insanity

But its just one way to blossom

Like the songs of trees during autumn

When being hopeless becomes a choice

When you’ve forgotten to rejoice

Be strong and remember to be awesome

Like the songs of trees during autumn

I saw him again looking unable

As sadness drowns his face

Locked with tears upon his emotion

Slowly darkens his grace

I shoved him away as hard as i can

No matter what i do he won’t run

He was there standing still

Like an empty soul who lost its will

He’s always there staring at me

Those eyes that longs to be free

But i can’t help him

And he already knows that it seem

I have no choice but to run

Anywhere away from that man

And he was gone all of a sudden

Relief as though problems forgotten

As i hear a voice deep inside me

“Failure, stupid and unworthy”

As it grows louder and louder

Like a parasite within me it tether

I stood up and lean on a mirror

As i saw his reflection with horror

“I am you, i am you”, he stated

He was me, the man i hated

Love but left unfelt

Seen but gets ignored

Happy but dead inside

Peace but still provoked

Honest but doubted

Integrity but tempted

Honored but forgotten

Alive but broken

Strong but shattered

Innocent but questioned

Free but chained

Leader but unheard

Friends but betrayed

Partners but cheated

Survived but devastated

Hope but destroyed

Unfathomable is the opposite

Unspeakable is the truth

Uncontrollable is reality

Unstoppable is fate

What will I do? What should I do?

I can’t, no, I can’t jeopardize nor blew

I am in the verge of life and death

I can’t even hold my breath

She is but a little child

Soft innocent and mild

Devoured by false ideology

Consumed by selfish insensibility

The child or my team

As the bomb she’s holding it seems

Spare the child and let my friends die

Why little child? Just why?

I am drowning by my own sweat I can’t hinder

As my hands shake while holding the trigger

But she will kill them and they are unaware

This isn’t what I signed for, this isn’t fair

As I painfully look away

While pulling the trigger I stay

And there she is my sweet child

Lying on the ground dead and mild.

As the raging arrows storm the land

Here comes the march of the thousand

As the battle cry waves the flag of cross

As the catapults have its toss

Comes the march of the thousand

As the ringing bell of the sacrament

Life flows like a regiment

As the crowd fights to death

Here comes the march of the thousand

For the glory of God shall they kill

For the glory of God shall they steal

For the glory of God shall they conquer

For the glory of God shall they power

For here comes the march of the thousand

As they baptize the walls with blood

As they siege the halls with mud

As the hearers tremble before them

Here comes the march of the thousand

As the pope reclaims the holy land

As his soldiers die by his hand

As he reason to them what is death

Comes the march of the thousand

So shall the enemy meets fear

So shall they hear

So shall they know Gods wrath

So shall they suffer warpath

Now comes the march of the thousand

Then comes a halt

As the thousand shouts Deus vult

There is a monster I tell you now
He keeps on scaring me somehow
I hid behind the blanket in my room
Just waiting for my very own doom

I asked for help but no one can hear
All they say its just my fear
But i know what i sense and feel
Something who craves and wants to kill

I took a knife and taunted it out
Even though i was consumed by doubt
It swings its claws slicing me bleed
Succumbed by rage and blood of greed

No one heard my helping cry
Does no one care if i die?
I’m on my own i always am
Left to die, I’ll be damned

The helpless cry of my lullaby
As the monster in front he lie
With a knife on my hands I shiver
For i will survive not in this endeavor

But when I looked into its eyes
I saw the pain and all the cries
I felt myself in lonesome breed
The life of none a helpless seed

There is a monster i tell you now
I am not scared somehow
Because the monster that I see
Is all but a reflection of me.

I have felt the loss of someone. The unending torture of pain that grows day by day but as I have thought it wouldn’t get worse, it did. I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. To try to forget someone’s existence that once affected your own felt impossible. This is the nature of life I could never get used to. You may care or not for the dead. But this is a poem of the brokenhearted.

I have felt the pain of rejection. She was once the moonlight of my darkness, the relief of my pain. And when things get bad she left me alone with someone else. I was betrayed and devastated.  I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. You may care or not if I bled. But this is a poem of the brokenhearted.

I have felt the silence of depression. As the walls of my morality being torn down by an ever consuming darkness. I felt helpless and alone as words from other people slowly became a mockery of my corporality. I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. You may care or not for the sadness in my head. But this is a poem of the brokenhearted.

I have felt the disappointment of failure. Times when success was impossible and losing was more probable. As the distance of people close to me grows larger and larger and before I knew it, I am already at rock bottom. I hid behind the deep waters of my tears, as have you and many others. You may care or not for the tears I shed. But this is a poem for the brokenhearted.