Poem* Faith

Faith

Is there such a thing as perfection? 
What defines being free? Mentally or Physically?
Do you believe in coincidence or are you a believer of Faith? What is love?
Are we ever going to be truly satisfied?
How long is infinity? 
What happens if the world stops turning? Will some of us be forever stuck in darkness? Will seasons change?
What happens the moment you stop breathing?
Where do we really go to when we die? Is there such a thing as heaven? Or hell?
What if it was the other way around? What if we are living in Hell?
What if I die today? How will I be remembered?
What is normal? Maybe what we perceive as normal, isn’t


Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Poem* Suicidal Thoughts

Suicidal Thoughts

It all comes flowing out like I slit my wrist, written in blood
My thoughts and feelings stain the pad, blood is my ink of choice
Long after I’m gone my words will live on
Forever staining the pages of my Black Book
Every time I bleed a piece of my soul comes pouring out for the world to see
I shed bloody tears when you left me, on that day a part of me died along with you never to return
The wound you left behind is healed but I still bear the scar
Wounds heal over time leaving scars that remind us of our past
As long as there is blood running through my veins and my heart is beating
I will forever remember you, carrying on your memory, written in blood

Pain=Being Alive


Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Poem* My Nigga

My Nigga

My Nigga you’ve been with me from the moment I took my first breath
I grew up learning from my own lessons, Nigga you never taught me a damn thing
Nigga it seemed like you were there to hate on the things I loved
Every dream I had, Nigga you were there to crush it
Nigga have you ever seen me play? But you were there on cue to hate on my game, and question my love for it, I thought myself to play the game, Nigga that’s why I have the heart of a lion
Nigga you’re there for everyone except me
Nigga all those times I waited on you, and as expected you never showed up, but I still kept hope
Nigga you only point to my mistakes but never look at your own
Nigga why don’t you hold me down, instead of holding me down?
Nigga we have love for the same things, but you still critize me
Nigga why do you question my maturity? Is it because I’m not like you? 
Nigga why are you putting so much pressure on me? Is it supposed to make me stronger?
Questioning my manhood? Nigga Why didn’t you show me how to be one?
Nigga what’s important to you, I don’t care about, I have my own priorities
Nigga I’m going to make it on my own, regardless if you approve or not, I’m doing my thing
Because Nigga you were never there when I needed you the most
I thought you were my Nigga, Shit I can’t even talk to you
Nigga how about all those times you lied and kept secrets from me, I felt betrayed and abandoned
Nigga it’s like you’re just waiting for me to fail, so you can say I told you so 
Nigga you were supposed to walk with me every step of the way, But why do I see only one set of footprints?

You’re the Nigga that loves to hate


Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Poem* To Love Or To Hate You!?

To Love Or To Hate You?

Your skin feels so cold that it burns when I touch you.
Everything that comes in contact with you starts shining like a perfectly cut diamond.
You’re so pale that you glow making even the darkest nights bright.
You magically turn the most unstable molecules into stable ones.
How can someone be so cold yet still intrigue me so much?


Written By Rodoël Rooi

Echoes In The Dark (Nostalgia) Dedicated To .....

Echoes In The Dark (Nostalgia) Dedicated To .....

All I hear are the echoes of my voice
Every time my heart beats it echoes because of the emptiness inside me
Without you my soul feels hollow like a dead tree
Thinking about the past fills me up with joy, but this never lasts for more than a few seconds
Never imagined I’d be alone, but it’s just me and my sorrow repeating over and over again
It starts with a loud screech and ends in a soft whisper
Why let me experience such happiness for only a few precious seconds?
These seconds I have come to cherish so much
Everyday I look forward to these joy filled seconds when I’m no longer alone and can’t hear the echoes of my voice
Still I find myself all alone, stuck in my own world, just me and my trusty echoes


Written By Rodoël John Rooi

From My Poem Archive: YOU!

YOU!

Every day I wake up, I'm reminded of how much I look just like YOU.
They say I walk & move just like YOU.
I smile & laugh just like YOU.
Even talk & sound just like YOU.
My skin is dark like YOURS.
Got my eyes from YOU, however sometimes I wish that YOU could see the world through my eyes.
My Ears I got them from YOU, but the way I hear sounds, differs from YOU.
My laid back attitude, I got it from YOU.
Live for today just like YOU.
I Have lots of love for the opposite sex just like YOU.
I get judged by strangers because I look just like YOU.
I get stared at because I look just like YOU.
People talk & gossip about ME because I look just like YOU.
They assume I'm like YOU because I look & act just like YOU.
Looking at YOU is like looking at MYSELF 30 years down the road.
Only difference between US is that YOU already lived YOUR life, MINE’s is just starting.
I AM; ME!

Love, YOU


Written By Rodoël Rooi

Old School Poem Of The Week* Untitled

Untitled 


My EYES have seen things that I haven't seen
My EARS have heard things that I haven't heard
Yet somehow my EYES have never met my LIPS
And my EARS have never heard my VOICE

Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Was It All A Dream? *Short Poem

Dreamt that I got a call from an anonymous caller with no name

My dreams and thoughts shall forever remain nameless.....

Written By Rodoël John Rooi

Something*Poem

Something*

I do not know what it is, that you are thinking

But whatever it is, that you are thinking, that you are thinking

Whatever it may be, I know it's something

I'm thinking that you should forget, whatever it is that you are thinking

Written By Rodoël John Rooi