P

Biography

P The world is unfair. The world can be scarce. For you and I. For One now Two. *** Welcome to my page of poetry. Enjoy your read. Please engage my writing with open eyes for it is abstract more than what meets the eyez! If you like my Poems. Speak up! Enjoy my work! It is ahead of its time. P :))

He who Speakth by P

We all wait to hear from the unheard. There is Power in what you say. Words will cut, slice, and bruise a face. The words’ power is easily given away. We are afraid to speak of our dreams. The dreams to reach new heights for what others will not believe. Instead, they will steal, and that's okay. Some want the curb with your brains; that's called hate. The image becomes too gruesome to display. You star in a play where your friends are actors. Actors then destroyers the next day. You become filled with hate seeing so much fake. What does one say? HELP PLEASE, WHERE ANSWERS? ARE YOU LISTENING? You are worthy. You will receive your day. Some will leave. Few will stay. He who speaks will always have the last say.

There was something by P

There was a boy. When he had a dream. The dream was so distant. It began to distance things. They asked how he felt. He replied cold when there is no snow. He wanted a flower. The weather did not let it grow. There was a boy. A Garden filled with beautiful flowers. He had tools and every hoe. A beautiful bouquet tied with rope. They asked for a gift. The present was not enough. Living life on a cliff. To fall would be rough. There was a boy. Now a man. He holds life in his hands. For it to wash away, the end.

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Blog entries by P

There was something by P (08/02/2024)

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