Daniel Gomez

The mystical powers of the deepest thought

A superhuman power that can't be taught

It's a lot like love and can't be bought

And is a wild animal that can't be caught

The gratitude of seeing the face of enlightenment

To see the true sadness or true excitement

You see being a writer is a beautiful thing

The connection to the readers like the bondage of a ring

The happiest poems are like the morning birds that sing

And the saddest poem to show the darkness inside a human being

Poems an art completely of its own

Always interpreted and never shown

The yin and yang are always in constant motion

Happiness and sadness in a constant commotion

You can burn like fire or flow like the ocean

You can fall into despair of just keep on hoping

First a poem to make you happy to invoke sunshine a rainbows

Second a poem to make you sad like when your were five and cried over skinned elbows

The world's loud so you close your eyes

Out of the sea of noise you pick out beauty out of all the demise

The sound reminds you of a special place

Your special place where you are gone and can't be traced

It a place where you used to race

And and place where sweat dropped down your face

It could be a mountain it could be a ditch

It could be an island where no one exists

A world where your god or maybe just rich

We're everything is perfect and everything fits

Remember this place and don't lose the sight

Hold it close and keep it tight because once the alarm wakes you up you can always say hello later that night

The second poem for a sad section of my life

A huge chuck and portion I wish I cut cut with a knife

But from all the pain I've learned a lesson

And now my pain is one of my greatest weapons

Seeping into a dark mud of chains and pain

Lost myself a couple of times cleaning myself of this stain

Tears fall and over my head a clouds dropping the rain

I'm self searching but I'm scared of what's inside of my brain

I close my eyes and I see white

constantly seeing bliss but to grab is not my right

I spread my arms to fly but I run and jump and don't take flight

I land in dirt and start to cry and cloud forms but not in the sky

The dirt turns to mud and all I see is black

Hi my names Daniel Gomez I'm a future poet. When I was a kid I wou