I don't think I've posted these before:

Peace and Fools

In hope does glee overflow in oneself,
And bloom eternal;
In anger and hate, prejudice is spread the world over,
Killing all love gained;
Peace is ever delicate-
It is shattered purposely by fools.



Forever Searching

Somehow, I know that I've left the world I belong to,
So I search, despite the chance I may never find it;
It's as though memories have been lost,
I shall still continue, if only for the chance of a dream;
Perhaps there is a reason I do not remember,
A measure taken by someone other than myself;
Am I dangerous, do I threaten someone?
What is the reason for this torture?
I will continue searching, despite the reason I am lost.