A Collection of My Personal Work

by The One and the Only

Poems that don't Rhyme

Not all poems rhyme. I don't mean to brag but it does taken a certain skill to master making a poem without Rhyming. Hopefully you will like what I have done here.

I wish I could see.
I wish I could feel.
I wish many things,
they do not come true.

Why must one live in this distraught land?
why must we suffer at the enjoyment of our punishers?
Why do we not give up on our existence when we know there is no way for our existence to be helpful?

These are questions.
What kind of questions are they?
They are the kinds of questions that must be asked.

What is this distraught land?
It is a nightmare.
That is why I feel fear creep into my soul.
I must defeat this feeling.
I will fight until there is not breath in me.
I will fight until I die.

I have fought, and I have won.
No longer do I suffer,
No longer is my existence not helpful.
I will bring this same peace to others.

Peace.
What is peace?
Is it good?
is it bad?
Is peace a feeling of pleasure towards the loss of stress?
Is peace something we create to elude ourselves from our pain?
Will we ever achieve true and perfect peace?

Perfection.
What is perfection?
Perfection is the description given to our Almighty God, Lord, and Savior.
God is so much more than perfect.
We cannot even describe Him.
No words can bring to Him His full Glory and worth.

What are we?
We are so very little in comparison.
When we look up to our Almighty Father, we are nothing,
When God looks down upon us, we are everything.

You read these words,
Do you understand them?
Do you agree?
Do you think I'm crazy and that I should not be saying these things?

What are these?
They are questions.
Should they be asked?
Yes.
Should they be answered?
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Describe yourself.
I am a narrator
What do you do?
I narrate of course

Please tell about yourself so all may hear

I describe faces
I see the thoughts of others.
I can know everything about you,
And yet I have no power over you.

I tell the story.
I can say it from your point of view,
Yet I cannot see what you see.

Your mind is your own.
My mind is yours.
Your mind is not mine.
I am within you and yet I am not able to grasp your meaning.

I tell what you look like to others.
Sometimes I am descriptive,
Sometimes I'm not.

That is the narrator