Whimsical Hidden Poems

In the light of the full moon

The barely visible moon
A misty, dark night
the extraneous light
is slowly coming to sight.


I'd look at it
with an interested mind
Only one of a kind,
Oh, I must be mentally blind.


I'll carefully hit
the bottom line
It's fully mine
The moon is now lit.


I cannot sit
here and define
What's up with what's mine
I fell asleep, this is it.

Earth Angel

The internal

The internal conclusion
of what’s happening inside
is confusion
and I’d be the dying bride
The confusion,
the names it throws at me
The conclusion,
the fact that is obvious to see.


I’m not me, but still not you,
I’m not free to be compared to what you do.
I’m not the one, and you cannot choose it
We cannot run, and you will lose it.
The conclusion will be.


The internal emotions,
for the sake of feeling
I despise it, why not put them in the ceiling?


I do wrong, I’m confused,
I’m just hold, beaten and used.


The internal conclusion,
of what’s happening outside,
Is the inner confusion,
which I’m forced to hide.