Trying to escape The never-ending sand With people firing The rain of rubber bullets On us Then it’s time To battle the sea In hopes that None of us Would die All of this Is for the dream Of a better life
In these trying times I know how easy It can be to become Angry with the whole world When your own home Turns into a jail cell And your family members Are dropping dead Like flies Please remember That you’re worthy And this world Still needs you
Light and dark Day and night Sunrise and sunset The sun is up And you can feel its heat On your skin That brightens soul And everything is right Once again When the dark Haunts the sky The bad thoughts Enter the mind Which brings your life To a standstill. Alex
At night I wake up It looks blindly dark You can almost taste it What steals my sleep Is pain That of the body Or that of the mind And writing My words down Is the only thing That brings me Any kind of relief. Alex
The beehive is home To the bees Who work so hard To keep the hive as one family unit With their little wings The softest noise While helping every little flower They keep the cycle of life alive And give us the sweetest honey.
I’m sorry boy That a person with your own blood Treats you like you were dirt And when the beatings Didn’t bring you down On your knees anymore The words That cut like knives Took the place of the physical abuse A cycle that you can’t get out of With the fear that You will … Continue reading Off The Topic Thursdays/ Abuse
On a boat ride With the sun on my face The soft breeze And the gentle waves With that cuddling sound Adding to nature’s music But the tables Have turned And the sea became cold When people are trying to escape war In a sea that has More plastic waste Than it has fish.
Social media Is the body fuel Your life Now depends on Likes and shares Sending hate Is one click away And all our friends Are behind a screen The new way Of showing emotion Is by sending An emoji. Alex
I have To fake smile Since The pain In my mind Is Invisible So it’s Something that No one Can see So They don’t Believe me When I Tell him That It’s there. Alex
A street divided One side with the rich And one side with The poor The rich with shopping bags But when you turn your head You see people on the pavement Begging for something To eat While watching The people on The other side Throwing away Their money and Good yummy food