Poems from my Unpublished book, Tales of the flower

[Yahiko]

WHO ARE YOU TO ASK WHO AM I-
haha...do you not see it...I am he who it i death
does me laughing at death not prove well enough for you
I am the shroud and aura of the figure holding the sythe at hand
my tool in fate and my laughter in sight? does none of this show no proof to you
or maybe does my glare that sends shivers or my laughter commits death does this serve no purpose? no truth to who I am?
or maybe it is thy birthmark or the aligning of the stars ...no it is none of that I am death for the challenge I was born into
-Alejandro J Castro

THE FLOWER-
Picture a flower in a tree, not yet furled for many to see.
Afraid to be broken and afraid to be pulled
It refuses to unfurl, that bud which grows on a tree.
Then comes a man dressed in white
With gentle touch does that flower bloom.
He picks the flower, places it in his sleave.
Never did that man pick it's petals
He took it for what it was
Never did crush it, break it, or trample it
He saw it as a treasure, such beauty
And to this day in the man's death bed the flower does still grow.
For in honor of the man that which showed care
In his hands a vase of gold lie that bright beautiful flower
And so ends the tale of this sweet story of old
some say the flower still grows within that vase of gold.
-Alejandro J Castro

LIFE'S CONFINEMENT-
Life...so solitary and un divine
we could breathe but still we are dead
we could smile but still we hide tears
we could laugh but still we are not happy
we hide the stress, the anger, and the rage
we do not love only loath
It's what life became of us
we sit in the darkness gazing at nothing
No hope, no savior, no heart
we live with in darkness if anything torment.

Death, conefinement, solitude...
each leads to the other
call me a freak, a physcho, freak of nature
It's all true even if you don't see it
you tell me i need help
no one knows how I feel
no one will
call me selfish but the world was only created to watch us morne
life is how we came to this and i will die believing it
-Alejandro J Castro

MEMORIES-
Sometimes i look into pictures processing in my mind

As silly as it may sound

I look back and think of the memories some sad some happy and some awkward

Memories of dead ones

Memories of loved ones

Memories of friends

I look back and the one thought that comes to mind

I DONT REGRET A DAMN THING

memories the great times we had

memories the sad times we had

memories the awkward times we had

but this memories will be held tight

because they show me without them I wouldnt have been anywhere close to finish the pages to my chapter book of life.

A KEY HIDDEN IN THE DARKNESS-
Body cold, eyes red, hands and legs chained down to the ground

silence is still in the waits hoping to meet its dear friend death

I lie there bined to the ground.

sitting, standing, staring into the darkness

wondering, wondering how great it would be to be free

in the distance, in the distance i see something glowing in the darkness.

i reach, i reach but nothing is in my grasp

i try to walk but only blood drips down the chains as i strain to walk foward.

i push, i push only to see that my limbs become numb.

I fall to the cold ground that is the darkness

i look, i look and still see it lying just lying there on the ground

something glowing in the distance

i reach farther, but sudenly the chains snap

I crawl, i crawl to the object shining in the darkness

i grab it turn it to my vision

i see a key, but where is the door

a light, a light shines through as i walk foward

chains dragging, arms severed, flesh cut and bleeding.

it's cold but the light draws closer

i stop, i stop and reach out

the door lies there in gold

i place, i place the key in the door and turn the key

a sound is made as the darkness fades away and a gold light seeps through

my wounds, my wounds heal as i look foward.

the door opens, the door opens and i walk through

the sky is not of black but of blue

the ground is not cold but a lust of warm green

the feeling is not fear but love

I see, i see the way it is to live through the corrupt

I found my way, i found my way through with a key hidden in the darkness

I see, i see a figure in pure sight

a girl, a girl of yellow and bright jewlry around her with wings

an angel, an angel of light points to me and gives me yet another key

she points to another door

a door of black

my thought again of darkness

i walk towards the door slide in the key turn it and out comes the rest of the world

the light, the light saved this world

but really it was all because of the key that was hidden in the darkness

-Alejandro J Castro

[Leji_hyuga]

nice are you actually going to pursue poetry

[Yahiko]

huh no im an artist and musician I do poetry on the side lines though i plan to publish my first book The Tales of the Flower

[Ace Akau]

Nice..

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