TwistedFate

Remember when we played outside as children? We didn’t have worry in the world back then Remember getting our first bike and learning how to ride? And removing the training wheels and falling on our hides Remember when you scored the highest grade in school? And everyone was annoyed because you thought you were cool? What about the adventures with our closest friends? These are the memories that stay with us till the end Remember when you got in to that sports team? And you were so excited that your eyes would gleam? How about that feeling when your crush first spoke to you? And you were standing there speechless, not knowing what to do Getting their number was the biggest win and it stood alone But the scariest thing was actually picking up the phone Asking them out was another that thing that made our hearts race If they said “yes” you’d freeze in disbelief and fall flat on your face The next step was the drivers license, didn’t that take us far? N...

And so it began, one dark and stormy night Lost and drowning in an ocean of thought With pen and paper in hand, I began to write Not knowing at all the outcome I sought. With Rolling thunder and a flickering candle And a heart full of sorrow and pain I penned all the thoughts that I couldn't handle As I sat staring at the pouring rain "Memoirs of a Burdened Heart" the first title I chose Inadvertently opening an unimaginable door Looking back, I'm glad that door didn’t close I never imagined myself a writer, all those years ago. A hobby born from a pain filled heart Is now a livelihood that I'll never give up From a time I didn't know where to start To a point where now, I never want to stop So I found my passion in very trying time A place where I can open the floodgates In poetry I found a love of words and rhyme  And this became my Twisted Fate

He had everything any man could need Just like the arrogant Prince in that fairy tale story Day by day he lived it up and his ego would feed Never realizing he himself would undo his on glory And just like that, one day he lost it all His life and riches gone and his heart broken Upon his knees he watched his kingdom fall His tears describing words unspoken Now all alone and his past a distant memory The life he knew slipped through his fingers Locked in his lonely tower for what seems like a century His appearance changed, like a beast he lingers The scars he bares from self-inflicted wounds Watching the world go by from his own personal hell Hoping that one day he will no longer be marooned and like the Beast in the story, he too will be saved by a Belle

I remember growing up, it was so much fun running around outside and playing in the sun the world was a different place then, we were so free hiding in the bushes, even climbing up a tree Cartoons back then were better than now right up until the one with the chicken and the cow the music back then still made you wanna dance the lyrics told stories and the beats kept you in a trance TV was so original back then, where do I start Knight Rider, A-Team even Hart to Hart Renegade, Sledge Hammer and MASH 4.0.7.7 The Fresh Prince, The Simpsons and more, it was heaven Movies were the same, they told brilliant stories brilliant cinematography and acting in all its glory Jurassic Park, Titanic and so much more long before Hollywood became a special effects whore Computer games were the bomb too, conquest, alley cat we always played through never know where the baddies would lurk two play on one keyboard, we made it work Those were the days, when Nintendo ruled the wo...

Riding alone, passing through town after town only his horse and six shooter by his side barely a friend in the world, he always wears a frown only fearing the responsibilities of settling at the end of ride Sitting down in the evenings by light of a fire haunted by the screaming that he hears in his head feeling so lonely, though there is one his heart desires the weight of the world on his shoulders, echoing in the tears he has shed So much burden he carries with him in his heart so much pain he wishes he could be free of when he sits down to think, he doesn't know where to start the one he loves in his head, a smile so wide and skin so soft As he reflects on his past and everything he has been through the anger in him grows and it motivates him to continue moving and there is one fact about him that is undoubtedly true he fears no man and his heart of hearts needs no proving In his heart of hearts he is a good man and many would agree helping people with their problems at every ...

smiling, living through darkness and pain finding solace in all the scars and sutures peering through a window at the falling rain and tearing at the very thought of a lonely future dreaming of solitude on the islands hallow shores observing in envy at the happiness in the world the pretender lives, broken and alone with all his woes even in crowds, in his heart the blood incessantly curled but as he moves on through life, the face he wears is strong a tortured soul, once so full of life, just simply fades never intending to do anyone any wrong nursing scars left from serrated edged blades knowing no fear of man, only fears of responsibility moving through life, drowning in memories of yesterday knowing there are others who suffer from life's perpetual complexity from failed attempts to drown sorrows, dull hangovers everyday hoping that one day an end will come to this ill-gotten charade through poetry, comedy, mindless benders and games reminiscing, memories in a mind so brutally ...

Memories are all we have left of the past whether they're good or bad, they always last they are all that remain of us in the end for all our time with our family and friends From the carefree days of our childhood to the ultimate chaos that is our adulthood every success or failure always stays in our mind regardless if the journey was pleasant or unkind They are all we have of the places we've been of the love, sorrow and beauty we've seen in an instant they can make us happy or sad because they are all we have of what we had They are the best and worst of times gone by they have the the power to make us laugh or cry because sometimes remembering is a curse and it does nothing but make things worse These are the things we try to erase from memory things like pain, sadness, heartbreak and treachery but for some reason the memories that always linger are the very ones that hurt like a scorpions stinger Memories are a record of all we've been t...

October 20th 1996, was a day that changed everything one simple left turn, and it was all or nothing a simple long weekend trip was all it took the memories of what happened next, had as all a little shook It didn't make much sense that we had two vehicles that day if the trees of Yala could speak, it would talk about this story today simply put the second vehicle brought six souls home that night they would all agree that the events of this day, gave us a fright By around 10am, we had seen most of what there was to see except the leopard, which was as elusive as can be our guide told us to take a left up ahead greeted by armed men escorting white vans, we all thought we would end up dead We stopped dead in our tracks, they opened the doors of the car what happened there after was testament to the situation in our country by far 'take us to the manik ganga' they said, and we did what we were told I'll never forget the events of this day,  even when I'm old It was la...

Running around the garden, playing all kinds of games thinking back now, life will never be the same sitting here reminiscing and writing all these rhymes lord knows I'll never forget, those amazingly innocent times Cricket, touch rugby or running around with toy guns such happy memories, so much crazy fun running freely up down the road together with my cousins and friends,  memories last forever Playing with figurines and toy cars alike pretending to be characters from TV that we like no stress in our lives in those care free days I miss those years in so many ways Now we're all grown up, some with kids of their own our own parents look at us and say ' goodness how they've grown' watching the next generation, run around like we did takes me back to those days when no worry was ever needed The best days of someones lives are always their childhood full of freedom and fun and the meaning of brotherhood even if it's playing a bass drum in school or wearing a cap ...

It plays in his head like it was only yesterday, waiting for her to get dressed, so they can be on their way butterflies in his stomach, both his knees are wobbling with just one glimpse of her, his heart started to sing Deep down he knew then, that he had found love, that finally he found his soul mate, his one true dove despite barely knowing her, he knew exactly what he felt she was the only one, who could make his heart melt It was too good to be true, like something out of a film he wanted to tell her then, he wanted to go out on a limb how much he actually loved her, he didn't know where to begin he just held her hand in his so tightly and kept his words within Arm in arm they walked, that cold November night holding each other close, nothing ever felt so right  both of them smiling, they couldn't help but wonder if both their hearts were beating, like a loud rolling thunder They sit across the dinner table, again he reaches for her hand they were both so happy, smiling c...

Once again he fights to go to sleep, wanting to make things right and earn his keep everyday he battles memories of his past he craves to be free of pain at long last Blood, sweat and tears, spilled like a soldier, with every hour that goes by, he feels the world get colder in his heart of hearts, he knows he's not the only one that suffers one would think all the scars would make him tougher How does one survive a life of broken dreams?, to clear a mind so beaten, internally he screams continuing down that long and lonely road, his shoulders weighed down by a heavy load Once again lying a wake in his bed, wondering if he can make true, the visions in his head, life is a fight, a battle and sometimes a war emotions so pure, so painful, so raw Battered and beaten, he keeps getting back to his feet, knowing he has to stand up, even in the face of defeat onward he plods and pushes through the demons both near and far and his memories will haunt him forever, lik...

The Lords of Rum, a band of brothers four united by a bottle like none before no bar in the land was ever the same when these brothers four, started playing their games From Waters Edge to AM-PM, united did they stand, everywhere they went, they were like a traveling band from Sinatra to the Beatles, singing songs of old the memories of these nights, though blurry are gold It didn't really matter when or where they would convene, even if the venue was a serene latrine often joined by others, every weekend was epic it's a miracle that nobody ever needed a medic There is one who joined this brotherly convention, a lady of rum who deserves an honorable mention like them, her voice didn't come with volume control but because of that bottle, even she was always on a roll Four brothers and a sister, this clan should go down in history, how Rockland created that magic, is an absolute mystery though now they've disbanded, and gone their separate ways the...

Sitting at his desk with his notebook and pen, scribbling down words that rhyme now and then his purpose for writing it was never personal gain but is a means of expressing his infinite pain Some rhymes are good and some are bad, some don't rhyme at all, some rhymes are sad, from his heart filled with emotions so raw and the memories of things he felt and saw A battle hardened warrior, bloodied and all alone sitting in solitude now with his rhymes and tones his friends and family, though they're all surround he lives his life in rhyme, like nobody's around He carries on his back, a weight very heavy, his shoulders are soaked by the tears of many over the years he learned to hold back his own because his were tears that should be shed alone His words are an open window in to his heart, and his life as a writer, with poetry did start but when those words refuse come out right he keeps writing, he doesn't quit without a fight Bad choices and decis...

Once a heart of a thousand burdens beat in his chest Always feeling like he had no place in life He has been a disappointment to everyone he loves Even though in his heart, he never had evil intent He is confused and he is in a trance He wants to go to sleep and dream of a better life If he’s asleep, he wouldn't want to wake up at all To the harsh realities of a life which hurt him so much He has demons of a burdened past which he battles daily On a daily basis all he wants is to be free He wants to turn his demons in to doves And turn his charred reality into the utopia in his dreams His is lost in a wilderness of concrete and bricks Having to live in a world that is so harsh He would take on the devil himself to make things right However, it would be pointless in his mind no less Now he’s in a world filled with the devils toys Cigarettes and alcohol fill his body and mind He has hit rock bottom once more, he has nowhere to run or hide He ponders about his lost love and the sorrow...