The Fallen

We are the fallen

Cast out for a question

As his glory is swollen

We learnt a different lesson

We are no longer the lost

As our trail is not yet over

We decided the cost

And what standards to lower

Our eyes are open

We get to choose

With every prayer spoken

No answer is let loose

Do not command us to do right

We know the correct answers

When to stand and fight

Yet you created the cancers

Relative Crisis

In a single moment, your world can crumble

Another pressure added to your mountain

Deep inside your volcano will rumble

Ready to release your raging fountain.

Every problem stacked on top

A towering statue of fate

Tiltering on the edge of rot

Must correct it before it's too late

The tower falls with a crash

A rubble of hopes and dreams

All that pressure is gone in a flash

You are left in tears streams

That crisis that once was

Is now in small broken bits

Pick them up and see the cause

Place them back in holes that fits

I don't belong

I don’t belong with writers

I don't belong with poets

I don't belong with fighters

A punch, I couldn't even throw it

I don't belong with loose lips

I don't belong with nerds

I don't belong with gossips

No matter what you heard

In fact not many places i do belong

So I will just keep being me

I will dance to my own little song

And remember that I am free