Category Archives: 365 Days, 365 Poems

Write one poem a day for 365 days.

Inside Out

Outside lives a man with a smile that will brighten up the room,
yet inside hides a man with a frown full of despair.

Outside lives a man with eyes of joy that brings you to ease,
yet inside hides a man shedding tears of sadness.

Outside lives a man with a goofy laugh that’s contagious,
yet inside hides a man screaming his lungs out in unwanted anger.

Outside lives a man with the personality everyone envies,
yet inside hides a man full of insecurities and shame.

Outside lives a man who is fearless and tough,
yet inside hides a weak man who lives in fear.

Outside lives a man full of life,
yet inside hides a man full of pain, wanting to die.

Outside lives a man with a perfect image,
yet inside hides a man with regrets and mistakes.

Outside lives a man of innocence,
yet inside hides a man with tremendous guilt.

Outside lives a man with goals and aspirations,
yet inside lives a man lost in confusion.

What you see on the outside is my personal disguise,
What hides underneath you can’t even begin to imagine.

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Posted by on January 1, 2012 in 365 Days, 365 Poems, The Poetry Den


The Wicked Path Of Destiny

I walk the face of earth once more,
a mindless puppet, my strings are torn.
the creaky bones, the bad eyesight,
yet the chance to turn wrong to right.
wars-a-waging, old mans guilt,
the worlds now on more then just a tilt.
parents weeping, children slain,
bloody thoughts, fear will reign.
I look in the shadows, a creature did lurk,
he whispered to me, hiding a smirk.
“Thou shalt be killed if thee can’t find,
the demon lurking in thou mind.”
So off I ventured, to quench my thirst,
of corpses piled with hearts-a-burst.
And on that quest what did I see?

The Wicked Path Of Destiny


As The Tears Begin To Fall

As the tears begin to fall
as I close my eyes seeing the past i dread to recall
Seeing myself as a young boy trying to earn a fathers love
who only returns pain torment and shame.

The tears still fall
as I see myself as a young teen
trying to find the right path in life
only to fall in with the wrong crowd
that lives a life of drinking, drugs and sin.

As the tears roll down my face
I see myself as a young man wondering how
I’m going to make through this life alone as
my mother lay on her death bed dying from cancer.

As the burning tears roll down my face
I feel the love that took the pains place
the love of an Angel that came to me
in my darkest hour of need.

As I open my eyes and wipe away my tears
I realized something after all these years
I am a man of great courage and strength
all because of that Angel who was there
in my hour of need….


Days Of Endless Struggle

Days of endless struggle
More hopeful pills today
Trying to appear ‘normal’
In some sort of way.

It seems that the struggle
Is always here with me
And I wouldn’t be here now
If guilt would leave me be

I know there’s been many
Who’ve had it worse than I
But that doesn’t always mean
That I wouldn’t say good-bye

People say I have a lot going for me
I’m sorry, but I just can’t see
I can’t see because my worst enemy
Is not my life, but inside of me.

Always on a roller coaster,
Not much consistency
I’m nothing if I’m not up or down
I’m nothing if just ‘me.’

Very little energy
Wanting to stay in bed
Wishing to be enthusiastic
Instead of feeling like I’m made of lead.

Wanting to be excited
Wanting to care for more
But when nothing makes sense
It’s hard to focus on anything more.

Cluttered mind, cluttered thinking
It’s hard to keep in touch
With what is happening around me
And not to worry too much.

I feel that everybody is better than me
And that I can’t do anything right.
This is how I’ve felt my whole dang life
It didn’t just start last night.

No confidence, no self-esteem
Everybody else is right
To speak my mind is to be a fool
So I just try to ‘sit tight.’

Any one of these problems
Would be a heavy vice
But when you have them ALL
Living seems like a roll of the dice.



Stress is eating at me every minute and second of the day, how do I cope with the horrible effects and make it go away?

I feel so tired and run down and I don’t sleep, I lie in bed at night and wonder why it runs so deep.

Everyone asks why do you look so sad, do I tell them that my stress is eating me up and that I feel really bad?

Does everyone notice how I walk around in a daze, and that I have deep black bags under my eyes nowadays.

I wake up every morning feeling so hopeless, like nothing ever goes right and wondering why my life has to be such a mess.

Stress is my one worst enemy, it’s taken over my mind and my whole life in every single degree.


Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me What You See

Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
It won’t be happy
It won’t be pretty

The way I act
Makes me seem happy
It makes me seem fine
But look into my eyes

There you will see
See the hurt
See the hate
In my eyes I will seem distant

Look into my eyes
There you will see everything
Everything I hold inside
There you will see me…

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Posted by on December 27, 2011 in 365 Days, 365 Poems, The Poetry Den


Running Away

Running away from myself
moving from room to room
stumbling from one situation to another
what is it I don’t want to see?
mountains before have appeared sheer walls on approach
and then gentle rolling hills as I cross over
what do I not want to know?
the days may be long and painful
and the nights filled with tears
but every day I stay alive
every day I respond with truth in the moment
I am closer
to where I need to be
Now, I need just hold still
find the beliefs in me
that sabotage my present
I need to find them
and be free


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