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Miguel Williams Poem
Then...
Born amongst confusion
Orphaned
Left behind
Lost the ones I love
Life was a hot potato
No family
Imagination was my only true friend
In the sky
Crashed in a new land
Unknown
Scared
New faces
Made friends
Lost friends
Found love in music
Found love in writing
Found where my soul belonged
Now...
I am older
I want to be immature
I want to be childish
Life should be new
Grateful for the opportunities
Grateful for the chance at life
Life can slow down
Life can speed up
I cherish every moment
Cause it may never happen again
Tomorrow...
as written when I was 15
Copyright © Miguel Williams | Year Posted 2015
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three again and smiles are back
worlds eyes are new and nothing matters
i laugh at everything and chuckle at the stars as they dance in the night sky
i notice only what i want, and words arent so jumbled
everything is new and clear
everything is fine
the sun will always shine
days go on and years go past
as i learn how to count to ten
things aren't so clear, but still so much fun
i see how fast my time can run
five years on and the world is sad
with many broken bones
nothing hurts but hearts and minds
please give me sticks and stones
I am18.
today repeats. Yesterdays memories, are only in my dreams
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My heart burns like fire on a blistering night and yet it is still too cold to melt the chains you confined me in.
Eyes closed
Black and grey
The continuous sound of scratching like bloodied fingers embedded in an impenetrable wall.
No escape
Bloodshot eyes
Sleepless nights
Monotonous speeches
Don't try to remember whats been written before
Skin aches
Burns like acid
Cover me I'm thorns to ease the pain
Nothing can take it away
Nothing can take away from what you do to me
Each thorn has a rose or so i pleaded to believe
Each tear sparkles as it falls
Each black night has a star
You were mine...
I can't get away
I would give the world
Everything! Every breath
Every drop, every shadow...
Every memory to have never heard you say...
I love you!
For all the pain in the world, I'm trapped...
Helpless...
Letting go seems nothing short of a death penalty.
Each look, each smile, each second I wait is a dagger in my heart...
Still I cannot let go! You have the key to my shackles. You are the moon in my blackest of nights.
Helpless
Inches from death i can't let go...
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As the slam of the door echoed through the quaint house, a line was drawn through the peace that once flowed. She raced to the shed outside where she kept her pride and joy, her peace and serenity... Her happiness. Heart begging for the sea, where she spent most of her time she paddled through the lapping waves, the stress that was mounted on her shoulders bellowed from the depths of her soul and cried out in anguish. The pain fled, acid ran down her swollen face leaving grades of red on her pale complexion.
It seemed to be hours. The sun was setting tracing long streaks of pink and gold in then iridescent sky. Alone on the sand she grabbed her guitar and began to play, she played and played, played until the black of her worn strings wrapped around her battered fingers... Her soaked hair trickled water down her guitar like the grades of red that washed her beautiful complexion.
Abuse was inscribed on her body like stains on a newly washed jacket. She was too young for this... Symbols of her pain, depictions of anger and jealousy. She didn’t deserve this.
No more was this to reign over her existence. . . With one swift movement. Peace was restored. She valued nothing more than their love. . . destroyed.
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Fierce, fiery, forgotten, forever
Enthralling, endless, elegant, enraged
Agitated, angry, anxious, autonomy
Resentful, release, rhythm-less, repent
Over, old-fashioned
Flash, finished
Destiny, dust, delicate, destruction, distraught
Effortless, eternal, expiration, empty, exhale
Alone, asleep, apprehension, alarm, anguish
Terminal, thralldom, taken, tender, tortured
Heavy, honoured, hounded, hurt, hushed
Copyright © Miguel Williams | Year Posted 2016
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Miguel Williams Poem
Values
Our lives.
Dense with the ever-flowing routine of life.
It is less often that we find ourselves pondering of that which we truly believe in.
Well this is what I believe.
I believe faith is what keeps us alive.
The sometimes, unconscious feelings towards something.
The things that really matter, and the things that give us meaning.
I believe we focus too much on what has, and what will happen.
I believe we don’t focus enough on what is, happening, right now!
I believe that each individual’s pasts are covered in what we like to call “imperfections,” and I believe that we focus too hard on what is wrong with our lives rather than what is right.
I believe that the phrase, “we don’t know what we have until it’s gone” shapes the cliché of the human race. I believe that the wealthiest people are those who appreciate what they have, regardless of the amount. I also believe that it is all worth nothing without love.
I believe God watches over everyone. I believe we have the privilege of his listening ears and the priceless gift of his sincerity. I believe he gives us everything that we have today, but he gave us the responsibility to choose what we do with it.
I believe that the word, “love” is more than just four letters that no one really understands. I believe that the hindrance of not knowing is what makes love that much more special.
I believe we cannot appreciate love until it has been taken away. I also believe that love hurts too much, but in the end, it is all worth it.
I believe that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, and that is what the challenge of finding love is.
I believe the classic song, “Each rose has a thorn” may be true, but I believe that, that is looking at it in a pessimistic way. I believe that it should be, “Every thorn has its rose,” looking at it in a less negative way. It is a lot like the saying, “Every cloud has a silver lining.”
I believe that the good things in life, may be in the minority, but it is not the quantity that makes them out-weigh the bad, or not so good things. It is how special they are that makes them all count.
I believe that an individual cannot be defined by how they look, or how they act in front of their peers. I believe that it takes a whole lot of talking and listening the even remotely understand any given individual.
I believe that judgement is important. I also believe that we should not let our judgement cloud how we see other people. I believe everyone deserves at least one chance, and if they do not succeed, that the willingness to forgive them is something that you should be proud of.
In conclusion, I believe that life is a game of snakes and ladders. We are all wishing to make the big steps, and sometimes we can, but life is always going to be there, God is always going to be there to pull us back to where we are meant to be.
Copyright © Miguel Williams | Year Posted 2015
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I am infinity, limited only by ones heart. Colourful, expressive, touching to the heart, and soothing to the mind. Totally unknown... and yet, so clear. A splurge of uncontrollable expression. Rough, dark, bright, painful, heartening, brings tears to my eyes.
Flying, running, or merely standing still. It doesn’t matter. The world is void. It is present, but irrelevant. A source of so much desire, you just have to release it. Once relieved of your pain, you willingly let your soul return to earth. Like a cloud seen in the sky, it is ever changing. There are many different types, with many more yet to be discovered. Done every day, for work, or for pleasure, it may be yours to decide. A volcano, or a small mound, each is as big and tremendous as the other. As beautiful as a proud rose opening its delicate petals in the warmth of the rising sun, and so too must it come to rest.
What am I ?
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A million soldiers soaked in red
as a million more are laid to rest
Hold onto comfort as they fight in pain
do not forget or their fight is vein
we pray in grief
we don't understand
thousands more die
hearts hand... in hand
I don't have enough
we all want more
our selfish lives yet we ignore
every minute
every day dreadful news comes in dismay
one more second
we all hold on
in that second a life is gone
cherish yours
do not wait
tell her you love her before its too late
as the sun sets on another day
this air is cold and torn
say your prayers
don’t close your eyes because you may not wake up alive
I see them die
By my own hand
Reflections of myself
He was a man
They call me brave
Cause I lay down my life
I reject all their medals
what are they for?
Being a good soldier...
I am not anymore
They said serve your country
Not kill other men
They gave me a gun
Said have no regret
They gave me a uniform
Said wear it with pride
I said how can I do so when so many die?
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