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**Update**
Recently, my brother passed away. It was, and still is, the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. I took a looong break from writing, (and life in general, to be honest) but I think I want to start writing again. It's hard to move on, but life doesn't stop, so I shouldn't either.

I love poetry of all kinds. I love reading and writing it. It's been an escape for me, a sanctuary, and a way to express myself freely. It has become such a big part of my life. Thanks for your time. Also, check out my close friend and fellow poet, Ryan Jenkins. Vivid visuals and moving metaphors. Also, it doesn't matter if you're writing haikus or epic poems, I strongly encourage people to write. Thanks again!

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**Update**
Recently, my brother passed away. It was, and still is, the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. I took a looong break from writing, (and life in general, to be honest) but I think I want to start writing again. It's hard to move on, but life doesn't stop, so I shouldn't either.

I love poetry of all kinds. I love reading and writing it. It's been an escape for me, a sanctuary, and a way to express myself freely. It has become such a big part of my life. Thanks for your time. Also, check out my close friend and fellow poet, Ryan Jenkins. Vivid visuals and moving metaphors. Also, it doesn't matter if you're writing haikus or epic poems, I strongly encourage people to write. Thanks again!

Follow me on twitter! @PoetSlashProfet
Or find me on Facebook
Jonathan Fernandez
Jonathan Fernandez
Apr 30      Apr 30

Drawn to death like a sick moth to the flame,
The topic's toxic, turn and tossing,
Teeter totter for days,
It seems to follow me, a hollowing,
a carving of hearts,
Darkness trailing, gloom impaling me,
I'm falling apart.
There's art in death, not that it's pretty but well orchestrated
Amidst a somber tune, a hopeful light,
But in the core there's hatred.
An elegy of emptiness..
  A ghastly, dark symphony.
And when I die, please don't cry..
  Just sing for me.

I let the ink spill like i sliced an artery. Then i drink til, my mind's an anomaly.
I think ill, solitude's so hard on me.
On the, brink still, it's a lil disheartening.

But I keep writing anyways.
Believe me, there are many days,
Thinking of a way that I could find to cope with.
The fact I lost someone that I thought I would grow old with.
Sometimes life just isn't fair
And in it, there's no favorites,
Cherish every moment,
Smell the roses, you should savor it.

They say good things come,
to those of us that wait.
Some pay no attention to it,
Some others call it fate.
But I guess there is some truth,
to having a little patience.
Cuz you showed up and easily surpassed all expectations.
That made the wait so worth it,
There's no way, nowhere no forces,
That could separate me from a being that's so perfect.
So if I had to, I'd wait again.
Wait longer than Roman Rory,
I'd wait as long as I needed,
for the chance to start our story.

I overheard two kids talking,
They say the darndest things,
In the span of 5 minutes, they were laughing, crying, arguing.
They argued about who was faster,
They laughed at jokes I didn't get.
They whispered plenty secrets,
Double-dared and made some bets.
"I can run around you a million times in two minutes"
"But I have a glue that slows you down,
The more you run around in it"
"Mr. Fernandez, you have to pick!
Him or me, who is faster?
"Don't look at me, I'm not getting in the middle of this matter.
You both need to solve this.
Don't fight or throw a fit.
"Okay, fine! I got it, we'll play tag then and you're it!
And as they ran off laughing,
That's when I realized.
They're just kids but they know what it means to truly be alive.

When times are great,
We never ask ourselves why.
We often say that we deserved it,
but that's just a lie.
And when we're feeling down,
When you just wish you could die,
That's when you start to question your position and purpose in life.
You start to question your past,
And grow afraid of your future.
You regret that though choices were vast,
The ones you made were not super.
An optimist won't worry,
they say "It'll all fall in place".
A pessimist feels buried,
Guilty, like a lost case.
I don't know what to think.
and I don't have any answers.
Half my thoughts are scattered ink trails, rain from rambling ranter.
When it comes to life and purpose,
If you were to ask me,
I'd tell you we're all exactly, where we're all meant to be.

30 DPC #21

Rebirth and Overdose

I drink too many toxins,
I can't sleep.

I'm feeling way too boxed in,
Sides too steep.

Don't give me the rope just yet,
I might do something I regret,

And use the rope to run away
and just forget.

Remixed from the work of Aliza Eliora, and her poem, Overdose.

I'm the one and many,
Nutty with no screws loose,
A couple eggs short of the breakfast and the cooked goose.
I'm cooler than the side of the pillow that you sleep on,
I blend in with the crowd, even when I'm wearing neon,
Beyond excellent,
feeling like a million cents,
Ever since,
I stopped,
Using my uncommon sense.
I'm the cat's woof,
With the bark to match my teeth,
I'm the bee's knees, legs, arms, eyes, feet.
I'll stop when Heaven freezes, or when the lady sings it,
Snug in a rug but not a wall-hugging insect.

Never will the raven,
ever fly the same.
The scars on broken wings,
will always remain.
The darkness that follows,
None escape its reach.
We're all touched by shadows,
But shadows can be breached.
All it takes is light,
whether small or dim.
Without light, it's blurry
Where life ends and death begins.

 
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