prinzze25 Poetry (2)

i sit back watching the smoke disappear
its taken four dreams to begin to clear
like a childs first vision
i start to feel my intuition
like a child waiting for the summer season
i begin to catch myself smiling for no reason
as innocent as one giving away their first kiss
my mind doesnt want me to stop replaying this
like the emotion of a mother giving birth
i begin to feel the emotion of love and what its worth
like a father walking his daughter down the aisle
i can see letting go sometimes worthwhile
as i begin to see the storm fade
i find reason for life to be made
thru peoples compassion, life can be saved


by marek kata

hoping
never knowing
my mind is in prison
surrounded by the sinning
i feel my back without a spine
i feel a crack in a world without any time
inside im falling waitng to hit the ground
inside im calling waiting to make a sound
its a moist desert filled with tears
its all the love filled with fears
four walls solitary confinement
no calls killed excitement
if the tears will ever dry
scars would be seen in my eyes
and naked emotions
still floating
hoping

by marek kata