Stranger

Peering around the corner,
I hide in the shadows,
to get a closer look.

I don't want him to see me.

Others might see it as gawking,
but it runs much deeper.

The resemblance is uncanny,
and this may be my last good memory of him.

My long lost love,
taken before his time,
memories robbed from my mind,
stolen by old age.

Thank you kind stranger,
for reminding me of the good times.

You have made my time in this artificial paradise tolerable.

Wasted Youth

My stomach turns to the sounds of ignorance.

Freedom of speech
a gift to each,
but what happens when that gift is returned with hate?

To breathe the same air,
means tolerance should be preached.

I can not live to see the world destroyed by its inhabitants.

It's truly a waste of life blood.