Love Letter

Writing a love letter is harder than it seems,

it`s hard to describe the fulfillment of all your hopes and dreams.

It takes some will power and self esteem, 

to let the other part of your two person team,

Know exactly how much to you they mean, 

while nothing is hidden and all is seen.

The love letter will be written with tears and laughter,

and it will include a very happy ever-after.

Write about something sweet and something real, 

something to let them know just how you feel.

If you have trouble on where to start,

just write what`s written within your heart.

When the letter is full and coming to an ending,

remind them that it`s all of your love that you are sending.

Written by Michael Parker

The Pill

The Pill

For you, I `ll sit and write what I feel... as I take my daily depression pill... laugh at me and say what you will... because there`s a void inside I`m trying to fill ... as I sit alone and silently still... with an emptiness inside I`m trying to kill... from a disease that`s very real... that robs me of my very own free will... as if I`m climbing some unknown and treacherous hill... with no place to stop and rest until... I take another depression pill ... never knowing just where am I going... with a huge bag of misfortune I am towing ... as the void inside keeps on growing... trying to keep my burden from showing... as something inside  keep echoing. hold it all inside with no one knowing... as the painful tears just keep on flowing... I pray to God my soul to take.... and put an end to heartache... but until then I `ll take another depression pill... and try to hide the pain I feel... 

written by Michael Parker

Keep Breathing... You Are Not Alone

The Yesteryear's of your past may seem difficult and hard,

I am talking about the days that have left you beaten, broken and scarred.

Through the good and the bad keep your chin up and keep moving on,

continue breathing, laughing and crying until all your pain is gone.

When you are alone and feel like all is lost,

keep breathing, laughing and crying at any cost.

Sometimes, all the time, this world feels worth leaving, 

I promise you that the journey is worth it in the end,,, you just need to keep on breathing.

This poem is written for the ones who face daily the depression monster all alone, 

this is for all the ones who feel like all hope is gone,

the ones who constantly feel the pain and sadness cutting them to the bone... 

keep breathing, laughing and crying my friend... you are not alone.

If you or someone you know goes through depression almost every day,

please research the things to and not to say,

for the wrong words spoken can turn the situation a darker shade of grey.

Depression is an illness suffered in silence, 

suffered mostly in everyone`s absence.

They are warning signs but they can be hidden well, 

it feels almost impossible to escape your own minds self made hell.

To anyone out there contemplating suicide or thinking about dying, 

I beg you to keep on breathing, laughing and crying.

Get involved and let this disease be known, 

and whatever you do... keep breathing, 

laughing, crying and moving on, 

because this world is better with you in it... than gone.

written by Michael Parker

The Stranger

The Stranger

As the tears roll down my face,

this world makes me feel like a stranger in an awful place.

There is a sense of disgust when you realise there is more hidden than can be seen,

look past the lies we have been fed and you will see what I mean. 

For an unknown savoir we all sit and wait, 

as everyone turns a blind eye to the increasing suicide rate.

Notice the homeless and starving and notice them soon, 

before they horde  more wealth with another fake trip to the moon.

People all around are crying and dying,

as the wicked sit in high places greedy and lying.

This is a place where people are cattle and money is king,

while across the radio Millionaires sing.

It is heartbreaking to see people holding up "will work for food" signs, 

as the police round them up and give them tickets and fines.

As billions are being spent on a fake trip to Mars, 

there`s helpless and homeless sleeping under only the stars,

Computers, cell phones and the latest technology has everyone`s attention, 

with wickedness among the websites that I`d rather not mention.

Cheating, sexting and texting are among the latest fad,

real conversations are a thing of the past and something we long ago had.

This paper and pen is my only outlet and voice,

while social media is everyone else`s choice.

There is so much more in this poem I would like to have said,

but all the truths I have unveiled make me wish I were dead.

I`m just a stranger in a strange land,

with nothing more than pen and paper in hand.

I am nothing more than what you see,

and a stranger to this world I will always be.

Written by: Michael Parker