After i wake up from bad dreams, yet positive thoughts, i whisper upon the forest i walked in. It was dark and lonely, but i was still happy because i was surrounded by the trees and greens of nature. The nature represents Friends, foes as they all surround you and maybe they like you, or maybe they dont. Who knows what goes on in they're minds. Though sometimes even if i felt relieved walking in that forest between the trees, i would run. Run away from those friends as they turned their back's on me left me in the dark, and the pain of being left behind is like a birthmark it doesn't go away, it heals. As i kept running i finally was relieved, i left the forest, i left my problems, that darkness, that day. And even though i am still half way, it feels like a dream, and it wasn't poetry like broken things often do, as i drowned into my thoughts that came along my dream, i scream, because i don't know how to run away anymore, as if i lost my legs, but they re they were, my friends, picking me up. It's strange those who leave you behind, pick you back up at times.What i am trying to say is, we are all connected in some way to eachother, when one falls the other follows, like dominoes. This keeps going and going and going, until we've all fallen.
-JR
BINABASA MO ANG
Broken Diary
Poetrypoetry/poems (mostly daily) i like to inspire people and perhaps even relate to one or 2 along this journey. everything in here comes from heart, mind and my concept of our world. (currently working on a poetry/novel " A forgotten world" make sure t...
