Twenty

20.1
Today, I turn twenty.
So this is who I am right here, right now.
Plain and simple,
Pure and unfiltered.

I love TV shows and winter weather,
I love our world filled with wonder,
I love youtubers, music and poetry,
I love feeling the affection of another.

I love the challenges I have faced,
In sports , in games, in all my life,
I love it not for the suffering endured,
But for overcoming the internal strife.

But above all, I love human kind.
Their complexity, compassion and love.
Even the darkest soul, stone cold heart,
Will still shine when push comes to shove.

But not all is sunshine and rainbows,
I have suffered in solitude before.
Heart and soul repeatedly tarnished,
Yet saved by friends I truly adore.

I have lost friends and made enemies,
Powered through heartbreak and pain,
And in the end, you know what?
Hell, I'd do it all over again.



I'm not a teen anymore, so maybe its time my poetry style grew up too.

20.2 
Seven thousand three hundred and five.
A daunting number that seems too large,
Yet the days passing without pause,
Have only shown time's true visage.

All the people I have been live in me still,
A pixelated mirror image of my past,
And a foggy kaleidoscope to my future,
My present self evermore fading fast.

I drown in a sea made of myself,
A tsunami of infinite mes rise,
But comes crashing back into the sea,
Desperate, I surrender to my own lies.

I hope that twenty years of experience,
Has sharpened me into a better person,
But this story of mine is yet to be told,
My tale may yet end a sinister version.

Penance

It has always been ME,
Not the Power above.
Punishing myself.
Thinking I do not deserve love.
And maybe I was right,
Or maybe, I was wrong.
But it doesn't mean I deny myself
The things I truly long.
So let me keep on this journey,
Let me keep on getting lost,
Let me strive to survive,
And one day arrive,
May my hope never exhaust.

2016

Friendships now and friendships death;
Of when I was hurt and when I was healed;
Of those who stayed and those who left;
Of truths now hidden and lies revealed;
Moments of joy and moments of sorrow;
Of the words unspoken, put into rhyme;
The new year begins again tomorrow,
Let us hope for a better one this time.
For I've hurt, I've cried, I lost and I fell,
But I laughed, I loved, I sang and danced,
Sure, it may feel like a personal hell,
But 2017 will give me another chance.