Poetry

 

Lies


Deep lacerations of guilt
buried underneath the surface of my skin
but always words
I can’t live without
In its tangled webs lay pieces of truth
shattered in its memory
to protect my false innocence
from those who would not understand.
The pain that I have known
The rejections I have witnessed
from those who promised so much help
but proved they could only do so little.
So here I am.
Speaking with my own lips
with my own confession – to tell you,
I was wrong.

 

There is a cure

There is a cure for this sadness,
for this empty well of tears,
for all the fears and madness,
of those many countless years.

There is a cure for this longing,
for these void and barren eyes,
for the cure implies belonging
to this world without demise.

A cure for all diseases,
an antidote for crime,
a remedy that appeases
every person, place, and time.

There is a cure for sorrow,
for this stubborn belted silence,
for this prejudice that we borrow
to induce revenge and violence.

There is a cure for hatred,
for all greed and lonely cries,
a cure that tries for love instead
of malice, pride, or lies.

A cure for every affliction,
for the torn, bitter, ashen,
is hidden in your reflection
as an act of your compassion.

 

                                                     Thomas Cristopher Yu

 

Why are you so different anyway

Your words are like knives
compared to before,
your anger arrives
like an impending war

Distantly absent
are the things that you say,
why are you so different
anyway

The look in your eyes,
The cast of your glance
suddenly dies
without a chance

Why so discontented,
Why don't you stay,
why are you so different
anyway

Killing my laughter,
detaching my smile,
it did never occur
that you changed in a while

That you actually meant
to cause me dismay,
why are you different
anyway

Why are you different,
kindless and vain
with proven intent
to stab me with pain

How so ironic
what you say is a lie,
obsessively chronic
in making me cry

Why are you different,
heartless and ill,
so drastically bent
unfriendly and chill

You drowned me in woe
and misunderstood
that where ever you'd go
I certainly would

Why are you different
than yesterday....

Why are you so different
anyway.

 

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