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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

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.

  Reposted by Jonathan Fernandez  ·  Apr 14
Ryan M Jenkins

Life; a story you're writing, conscious of the fact or not
We can choose abuse being snake bitten and rot
raising tense stresses into a self-induced blood clot.
Yet I won't relinquish one single red drop, to a moment I don't give consent to
Faith bled through having left school for not wanting to have to wear that bruise
Rent's due, hop out of the pool put on your shoes and proceed with the program
even if black and blue
I can squeeze in a nap first though, yeah? Coo'

Z speaks heat keeping me from lucid, leading me to secretly seek guidance from the druids.
They said I need to travel to a mindspace less polluted.
Dance with your soul outside the confines of institutions.
Stop with the concept of timeframes, and shooting blame at the moon
It is you, and has your back at high noon with a bird's eye view
Respect it's ability to shine true, seemingly alone in the dark.  
The evidence grew, pulsating passion pushing you past the place you first found your spark
This is your territory, now is time to chart.

It's all a game, and you write the screenplay ruled even by the thoughts you don't say
Feeding energy into the flame that has lead us unto elevated states.
The ground shakes and high richter reading earthquakes break your world apart
Rocks into sand into dust into nothing, to realize the only truths were not in your brain,
but rather your heart

With every reflex bursting from nerve-endings, there's satisfying new start.
Inside infinity within forever your being is slowly seeing its' mark.
Release the resentment and anger that lays wait in your brow
For existence flows in whatever reflection you allow
Right here you have the choice to either fly or drown
So believe that all that ever matters, is now

Nevermore,
will the ebon raven ever soar,
Feathers torn,
the seven sins tethered bore,
Hard fruit,
black and rotted to the core,
Dark soot,
Covering a brooding door.
Open it,
A deep regret if you explore,
Hoping is,
Good for nothing, evermore.

Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe,
The Raven

 
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