I am powerful

   

I am powerful because I believe in myself
I am powerful because I don't hide my emotions
I am powerful because I have been hurt
I am powerful because I didn't become bitter
I am powerful because I don't let people's opinion shape me
I am powerful because I believe there is good in the world
When I think about this
I realize that power comes from me
I don't need things to be powerful
I only need me


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Heroic death

                           

We joked about this day
Now am standing here with nothing to say
I feel a part of me is lost
It's crumbled and turn to dust

I remember all the memories we made
But it's just makes me feel more pain
Now my world will be lonely
Cause you I have loved only


I didn't want to cry
But tears came no matter how hard I try
The air around me was stale
Especially when they spoke of your heroic tale

Death is wicked
I feel mistreated
He took you away from me
I feel that it has been his scheme

People spoke of your accomplishments
And they gave good compliments
Still you remain dead
And a part of me dead

I gave you a kiss
Knowing you are gonna be missed
Hoping you will rest in peace

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Freedom

This thought kept me late at night
We are told we have freedom
It is part of our right the government says
But are we really free?
Is freedom just an illusion ?
Isn't freedom just myth?

What is the definition of freedom
I ask myself this question at times
Is having rules and regulation freedom?
Freedom of speech yet people can't speak
We were told our leaders fought for freedom
But are we really free?

Then this brought me to a conclusion
There isn't anything like freedom
An illusion that was forced feed to us by society
Giving us the belief that we are free
There isn't anything like freedom.

Dream sleep

                       
                       


He stares up to the sky
But his mind wanders away
Feeling of disappointment floods his heart
Lost dreams clouds his memory
He needs something to run away from this feeling
He despise the day
But treasures the night
The night the only time he feels alive
The only time he lives his dreams
The night came like an answer to his prayer
Peace and quiet reign
Laying down to sleep
The world fell off his shoulders
Finally free even for a little while
A smile crept on his lip
As he sleeps
He is finally at peace