Poems

 Oh you—  the one I’ve been watching since the first day.  You who sits in silence  and prays with a pen.  I see you.  I hear you.  And I watch over you,  like you’ve always wanted. Hey you—  I know you can’t hear me yet.  Even if you do,  it gets lost in the static.  You, who I see every day—  breaking, losing, loathing every second.  I see you.  I see how you get up  and give your best every time.  You don’t see what I see—  the little wins  in which I have such pride. My dear you—  who runs away and hides  behind the very things you like to despise.  You who thinks life is a lie  but still tries to make meaning  of all these trials.  I see you.  I see you.  I see you every moment.  And I promise—  to your life,  I’ll remain a witness  till the very end. You—  the one I forgive  a thousand times a day.  I know you can...

Striding through the halls Stalking through the stalls The memories never meant to be Opportunities never seized Moments always ceased And now within these halls, They are chasing. The echo of a word unspoken Another forgotten token Of gratitude, Times are tense, others are always stolen The tilting seems almost obtuse. An action forgotten within Did the courage run away with the wind? Painting memories of what could have been Forced to learn with them, Regret, contemplate, cut from the stem. The flowers that never got to bloom, Their petals are withered But the seeds were true. The garden begun and forgot  Each seed, remembrance left to rot. The remaining roots are in a glass, Passing by it, time doesn't seem so fast. Echoes of the past Are crawling up the room Of everything that didn't last Of everything not meant to. Finished walking through treasures, Obituaries bathed in falsehood,  Shattered under pressure, But their writings stood Halting briefly to contemplate, Did eve...