TrueLove Poetry

For The Nation

Freedom for all, equal rights same old gimmick.
You either have to be far left or far right, they can’t stand the middle. Left preaches their intellectuals and the right wears prejudice as if they’ve won a medal.
I won’t apologize for not settling for partial potential.
I want love for the forgotten,
I want love for the lost and broken,
But most of all I want love for those of us still hoping.
There’s a disease creeping in soft as panther paws, silently it continues to take pieces of us all.
But we have averted our eyes, continuing to look away. As our nation falls and our loved ones pass away.
Our hearts are bleeding, our souls sobbing in the night.
I bellow, I’m screaming.
Yet there is no sound. Everything is as dark and deep as the belly of the ocean. While our futures are just barely floating.
I reopen my eyes.
The shadows still dance upon the horizon.
My lungs still inhale and exhale.
We are still here, we are within this moment.
It’s about time we own it.
-TrueLove

It whispers to you.
It makes you question everything you are.
It tries to tear at you, pull you apart, till there’s nothing left but a faint beating of your heart.

At the same time it can build you from the ground up, turn ashes into solid parts.
It can breathe new life in your lungs, there’s no longer a gun pressed to the back of your skull, no longer wondering when the trigger will be pulled.

Yeah that’s what pain does.
She can be your demise,
Or she can be what brings you back to life.

I’m grateful to have met her,
Because I wouldn’t be this strong, this far, this real.
She’s the one who opened my eyes to let me know I can still feel.

Don’t fear the pain, don’t let her consume you.
You’ll be happy that you met her.

For she’s the proof in your scars that you didn’t let this world define who you are.
-TrueLove

To start the page off, here is one of the first pieces I ever wrote.

Born a Star

Reaching for the stars but my feet are still touching the ground.
Hands on my heart, I want this life to slow down.
We all got one chance, one life to live.
I'm praying I'll live long enough to be remembered for the things I did.
That's why I'm reaching for them stars, I got the talent but no one knows who I am.
Lightning strikes down when I start writting a masterpiece, like a mad man bringing the dead back to life.
Pushing hard down on the pen making the ink bleed across the paper, breaking myself just so I can make it famous.
Thunder rumbling the ground as the shock waves from my mind start bumpin on your speakers.
Hoping to make a beautiful sound when most of the time I'm left speechless.
Not able to find the words to make you feel this.
Reaching for the star's,
My feet don't touch the ground.
Now do you feel this?

-TrueLove

Hello everyone that has joined my page. It has been a long life dream of mine to publish poetry. A dream I have had since I was in second grade. So here I am starting the climb.

Pen featured in profile page is actually custom made by a dear friend Dominick Rossignol. Links to his pages to follow.