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A bare concrete floor, a cage made of steel, secrets trapped inside, no lock, no
key, just layer upon layer of the things I feel.
Hatred and shame, anger and pain, all locked away untill the layers are peeled,
for my sin there is no appeal.
Hurt and fear, jealousy and rage, these are the things inside the cage, locked
away until the day when I start a brand new page.
I see my life as a book, but I'm too scared to take a look, at what I might find on
the hook.
There is a beginning, middle, and end, but alot of things I can't comprehend. The
end is not written, I still must go on, writing through every twist and bend.
It's been a long journey, one hell of a trek, but I've made it along every twist and
every bend, there's a long way to go, even though I may be wary of the last step.
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Derrick Frank
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A long winding hall that leads to nowhere,
a fleeting glimpse of a life full of misery and despair,
a lengthy miles journey in someone else’s shoes,
a constant worrying that leaves you in the land of the confused.
A songbird singing happily, a summer sunset ending romantically, a passionate
sealed kiss that turns out the light of innocence and breathes all our sins into the
pit, among our kin.
Into the land of confusion, a large land of disillusion, a land of lies and fears and
cries, a wasteland where nobody dies.
Not looking back, it’s so hard to see, the hardship and the agony that feel as
though they have devoured me.
Into the land of confusion, a war torn land where there is no inclusion and the
only other option is elusion from this wasteland full of pollution.
Is this a distortion, a deception, a fraud? Is there no escape from the perilous
claws? Or is this a dream, a deadly mirage?
I’ve walked a thousand steps over the dunes, over the wreckage of a million
ruins, no way to quench my thirst I’ve used all my fluids, struggling to make my
way through this.
This land of confusion, this land of mirrors and illusion, this land is my land,
which is my conclusion.
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Derrick Frank
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People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centered, love them anyways.
If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives, do good
anyways.
If you are successful you win false friends and true enemies, do good anyways.
Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable, be honest and frank anyways.
What you spent years building may be destroyed overnight, build anyways.
People really need help but may attack you if you help them, help people
anyways.
Give the world the best you have and you'll get a kick in the teeth. give the world
the best you've got anyways.
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The swirls of the whirlpool are dragging me down, I often feel like I'm
going to drown.The whirlpool is all of my sin, all of my anger that's
stored in a bin, all of my hatred, all of my pain, living this lie and
going slowly insane.My life has been a lie, a joke, a shame and I need
to remind myself again and again that there's a point to life that I cannot explain,
my sin has come back on me it is too late, i cannot get out, i am to blame.
Being sucked down, the water above my head, unable to hear, unable to see,
unleashing a scream that will never be heard, a tear coming from under
the seam. Water in my mouth, my nose, my ears, the sin washing over me
from the wasted years.
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Derrick Frank
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Bound by the chains of my iniquity,
I've had no luck with serendipity,
I live my life wallowing in pity.
Sitting by the ruins of impending doom,
my life has been full of darkness and gloom,
it's not something you can sweep up with a broom,
the pieces too big for a vacuum.
I've listened to the tales of peaceful bliss,
but fate has not dealt me the fatal kiss,
that will let me die without facing this.
I've hidden so much, i cannot carry on,
until it's dealt with there will be no new dawn,
no new chapter of my life, no way i can move on,
I've decided I'm going to do my best,
to put myself fully to the test,
i know it won't be easy, but I have no regrets.
There is not going to be an easy way out,
no bribe i can make to a person with clout,
no easy road without a doubt.
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There's nowhere in the world that I'd rather be than laying in your arms with you
next to me. There's nothing in the world that I'd rather do than spend a Sunday
curled up next to you. There's nothing in the world that excites me more than
spending some time with you watching a horror.
There's no place in the world that could make me feel that I'm worth something,
that I'm happy. There's nowhere in the world that could make me feel like you,
you make me feel more and more real. There's no one in this world that makes
me feel how you do, there's no one in this world that I'd rather listen to. There's
no one in this world who could make me see that what could be OUR reality.
It took me a while to figure this poem, this poem I'm reading you over the phone
but it should tell you for certain one thing, ____, you make my heart sing.
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