Let it Break
by tacticianjenro
Silence broken in the school
The anger rises in full
He throws his words away
A maddened berserk this day
He rises to shout his thoughts
Attentive and shocked, people was
Rancor rages in
Everything goes dim
They try to control him
He tries to loosen from their grip
He breaks out to the way
“Let me go, I say!”
“You’re crazy,” they tell him
“Please, restore your rhythm!”
He’s still in a dismay
Not taking in what they say.
Then from the crowd, he gives chase
And gives him a loving embrace
He rubs his back and says,
“Be at peace, it’s okay.”
“It’s alright to not stay silent,
Let out the hidden resent.
But then forgive and then let go
Come rest, let your emotions flow.”
“Let it fall, let it break
Let me pick up the fragments you make
Be weak for now, but then trust and believe
I love you forever…do not be grieved.”
He settles down and smiles
As tears flow from his eyes
The crowd abased him and saw how he’d fall
Yet what they would think won’t matter, after all.
So Many, So Few
Poetry by: tacticianjenro (outofrancor.tumblr.com)
So many people
So many friends;
If only just one
Would be willing to lend
An ear for one’s heart to mend.
So many people,
Yet few who would spend;
To think of him selfless
And aid he will send.
Yet none, I see none
Willing to think less—
To sacrifice himself.
Always, these actions
For the benefit of who?
Yourself, yourself!
It’s a fact, that’s true.
No one would care to even see,
All is blind, and deaf to humanity.
Will someone open these senses?
Will someone open their selflessness?
Be a light in this mess.
Let your guard down.
Let others step on you.
Let others try to make you frown.
But you won’t break down.
You always go and flow with the river,
Always the receiver, never the giver.
So much joy you take, you take for yourself.
But in the end you’re lost;
In the end you’re dead.
So hate their actions, hate what they’re doing;
But love them all, love their whole being.
Be different, LOVE, and let light shine through
Not just for your benefit, but those who you speak to.
So many people,
So many friends.
So little of them
Willing to make amends.
So many hearts,
broken and bruised.
So little working,
to love and mend those.
So many blind,
so many deaf,
so many strangers
who love only themselves.
So many people,
and hell’s breaking loose—
How ‘bout you,
which path would you choose?
poetry by tacticianjenro
