Our Future

Poetry stopped a long time ago,

But let’s give it another shot,

Because my life has changed,

I guess nothing ever stays the same,

But who is ever to blame?

Me and my stupid mistakes,

But they don’t define me,

Only make me a better being,

So let’s see,

Reach out to a future that may never be,

Dreams can turn into reality,

Only then will I ever be free,

It’s unfortunate the scarcity of hope,

I swear to you we will cope,

End up dope,

And not just puffing smoke,

Newsflash: it’s a warzone,

No matter – we are never alone.

Your mistakes

I haven’t written in quite a while but here it is:

Your mistakes

It’s been a while since you’ve criticized me,

The pain in me, I started to believe you could see,

I thought you were changing your ways,

But I guess I was so wrong cause after a while you began to slip-up,

Couldn’t hold on to the act any longer,

You were never stronger,

Your flaws were something you could never conquer,

So you found someone else to pinpoint the blame,

To crush, because you had an upper game,

Instead uncovering all my faults was your main aim,

But all that stuff I still overcame,

You began shouting and swearing again,

I wished I never felt all that pain,

Cause of you,

You were supposed to be my protector,

Instead I feared you like a spectre,

Tried to escape you, and out smarten you,

Like some sort of lies detector,

Even with my tear stained face,

If I had a kid and that was the case,

I wouldn’t want them to have the same fate,

As me, I was too late to be saved,

But if there’s a thing I learnt from you,

It was to stray away from all your stupid mistakes.

Rage.

Directed to every kid who knew what it felt like,

Rage triggered another kick, another strike,

You’re messing with wrong little me,

‘Cause you don’t know what the hell I’d grow up to be,

Now listen, to rappers like Eminem, he tried,

He survived; now I wanna be right by his side,

I’d love to forgive and forget but they haven’t yet apologized,

Everyone has their share of mistakes,

Not one, not two, more you’ll probably make,

Just pray it’s not enough to break, to give you the shakes,

Rage still builds up, you’re parents are fighting –

But you’re there, just stuck,

It’s everyone’s dream; on top of the world,

But with a rage that‘s so out of control,

Play the part, a different role,

Trying to keep the rage intact,

But just like that it’s a fragile act,

‘Cause you don’t know me I’m a bloody mess,

But compared to you I’ve never been less,

So this is the last two lines of my so called ‘rhyme’;

Now I’ve broken the chain. It’s cracked.

New Year – It’s time

Wow! So this is my last post of 2014,

It’s time everyone wipes their slate clean,

And welcomes the New Year with a smile,

It’s time to forget your old style.

No regrets, just continue down the road,

It’s time to get into the pleasant mode,

And make sure it will last,

It’s time to forget the haunting past.

Don’t worry about all those mistakes,

It’s time to take a couple of comforting breaks,

Do a lot with your life; you can do so much more,

It’s time – that’s what the countdown is for.