abecerril83
My style ranges apon every emotion that everyone feels to tall tales thought up in my head. / I like this website cause it gives every poet a chance to get theyre works of literary art for the whole world to enjoy. so i hope that with what i leave for you, the reader. to read will Provoke emotion into all you. enjoy :)
Based on a true story
"On the verge of giveing up all hope in ever being able to piece together the shattered remains of his self inflected destroction of his future, with no one else to turn to he just finishes his Chinese dinner jokingly saying to himself 'let see what the fortune cookie has to say for me since the last one was soooooo accurate -.-' he cracks open the cookie
'Disregard last fortune. '
Later that night he goes home to find out his toaster is waterproof."
Lesson?
Spend the extra 3$ and go to mcdonalds :/
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 9:09 AM UTC
Depression,
of the darkest shade of blue,
Vulnerability,
thy name is you.
Jealousy,
of which I can not contain
Alcohol,
my oasis from my pain.
Not all stories..
Have a happy ending
"Love" she says,
"Is not worth pretending"
Suicide,
Is not for the faint of heart
Forgiveness,
Is needed for a fresh start,
Everyday I wake,
I wish I was dead.
But,
I keep my head up and fight instead,
My children
My world, my muse, my flame.
If I give up now ,
I will bring them shame
Daddy is broken,
But is held with glue.
Daddy would be dead if it wasn't for you.
Cuz daddy's worst nightmare has just come true
Mommy told daddy,
"I don't love you"
But take my own life?
I just can not do
Cause that means daddy has gave up on you.
I'll be there through everything,
Thick and thin.
Wipe away my tears and lift up my chin.
Just because we can't be a family
Does not mean you can grow up without me.
For you i will fight,
Keep digging deeper.
"One day we all dance with the grim reaper"
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
When my ****** showed up on under the "people you may know" tab on fb. It felt like the closest to investigating a crime scene that I've ever been.
That is if you don't count the clock work ****** that I make of my own memory every time I go down Colfax avenue.
Still
I sit in my living room and I search for clues.
Click
He is Smiling...
And I see myself caught in his teeth,
He's Dancing in some club In a city I have never been to.
Click.
He is eating sushi over a few beers with friends
And I am under his finger nails.
Click,
I know that alley.
Click.
I killed the memory of that t shirt.
Click.
This...
Is a baby picture,
There is also an older man,
Presumably his father.
They're are both round, And bright and still
Smiling....
Click.
He is shirtless,
And I see myself in the weight room mirror,
"#beastmodeselfie"
I call him the WOLF, when I write about him.
The WOLF!
So as to make him as story book as possible.
The WOLF!
When I write about him.
Which is to say my
Memory..
Escapes the ****** When the internet suggests it.
Facebook, Informs me we have
3
Mutual
Friends..
Which is to say, That he is people you may know.
And that, I AM People you may know.
And there are people who know,
And people that don't know,
And people that DONT KNOW THAT I WANT TO KNOW,
people that I am afraid to LET KNOW,
and probably people that know him,
That know of me, that know OF the word
NO!
NO!
NO!
NO is a flock of sleeping sheep sitting in my mouth.
And now.....
Now I know the wolf's middle name...
And what he listens to on spofiy.
And the all to familiar company he keeps,
And he can no longer be
"The wolf."
Or the nameless grave I dig for
Myself.
We have...
3
Mutual
friends
on Facebook.
And now it feels as if they
Are holding the shovel.
64 people..
liked the shirtless gym pic.
4 people
Have told me that they'd rather I said
Nothing.
2 police officers,
Told me I must give his act a
name
or it didn't happen!
That obviously I could have
Fought back.
Which is to say
No one comes running for young boys who cry
****
When I told my brother,
He also asked why I didn't fight back.
Adam....
I am...
Right now.
I promise.
Everyday, I write a poem titled
"Tomorrow"
It is a hand written list
Of the people I know that
Love me.
And I make sure to put my own name at the top
By Kevin kantor
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC
If only
The Lord
let's me go and just die.
The smile on my face would be more then disguise.
And my kids wanna know
"Mommy where did dad go?"
But they will never knoooow.
If only if only.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
"God, your my only hope" original poem.
I speak in a tongue most fowl,
But gods eyes are like pictures,
They will judge as they follow.
But as if Done with a curse
My mouth can not contain
"More morphine please nurse
For I can not take this pain,"
I lost in the game of life,
The cliche of a loser,
Judgement cuts like a knife,
I wish I never lost her,
Nay, as I try to back track,
At the moment That I slipped
No drug can bring back
the moments that I missed.
I'm alone, no goodbyes,
I just can't seem to cope,
Death sings me lullabies
"God your my only hope,
Please forgive my wicked ways,
I'm tucked in my death bed
I can see my final days
All though all life must end,
Its the law of your design
But when i hit rock bottom,
I forgot how to climb,
I may have messed up bad
I accept my Destiny,
I wish i was a better dad
Tanisha Connor is my eternity."
I had made my choice
I awaited for hell,
But then I heard a voice
And then my heart fell.
"You have broken your trance,
So now you can see
But with your second chance,
Just get to know me."
My life flashed before my eyes,
I Woke up, but there's no delay,
Push aside all my lies
Today was my son's birthday.
End.
I was lucky I realized my mistakes while I was young enough to do something about them, don't end up old and alone on your death bed, begging for a second Chance, you only get one life, do it right.
I love you Noah, Jerico, and Tanisha Becerril.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
The adept ability i posses,
to pick at your brain and be 6 moves ahead.
But to turn the tide
and peek inside
of my own mind,
turned out to be my Psychological suicide..
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
Color me black.
Show me no passion.
Bring me back,
In no obvious fashion.
The dreams of life are to real
So are theses feelings of death you feel,
The world is dead,
Hollow words said,
Madness plagues you,
Everything you know,
Was a lie,
Its time,
To tell the truth,
You want to die
From what you've been through,
But stay strong
If not for you then for me
Play our love song,
We were ment to be...
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
It feels like eternity,
Yet time doesn't exist.
There's no one here but me
And the darkness is endless.
I have no will to live,
But yet I'm already dead
There's nothing else to give
With so much left unsaid.
I miss my kids,
I miss my wife,
And what we did,
I miss my life!
But its gone now..
I only want to get out
But i don't know how.
Is this heaven or hell?
Or my spiritual prison?
Its hard to tell
Failed lifes ambitious.
I regret so much
Yet i blame god
Blames my Crutch
I've been through so much.
I'm here for a reason
like changes of the season
I'm cold and hollow
I rejected god.
"i will not follow!"
"Well my child, your soul is mine
Its my choice to **** u for the rest of time
But i pityed you
So this is where i sent you
Purgatory.
Your fate is being decided.
By my Council of chosen Disciples.
Now praise my name and repent ur sins,
I wish to heal you not send you to the Devil's Den"
"I wish not to Conform,
I know your real,
But your not my lord
I don't know how to feel."
"My dearest son, don't you understand?
All your life you have always put your faith in men
But your Happiness doesn't come from them,
it comes from me.
This is your last chance,
Ive shown you the light so you can finally see."
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 2:12 AM UTC
Crows follow me,
The sky is macabre.
I crave what's not here
Death creeps near..
"The cross is upside down."
"I know my dear."
she thinks I'm stupid?
I should know i put it there.
What's wrong
just feels so right.
tribal war song
"We leave here tonight."
says the angel to my right
He's dressed in all white
"And together we both go into the light"
If its my time to go
its time to go,
Who am i to tell god no?
but the light,
its so bright!
i can't see the Angel anymore..
at the end of the light is a tall bright red door.
With child-like wonder i go to explore
behind the red door,
its a jet black room with no Windows or floors.
just black empty space and nothing more.
Wait there's two red light,
same as the door
but they were getting closer
it was hard to ignore
and as i stared longer ****
vanished the door
Purgatory,just darkness and nothing more..
but the red lights
they're not bright but they burn
and off in the distance a voice could be heard.....
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC
Why is Boredom real?
Why do humans feel?
What's the meaning of life?
"We live just to die.."
Oh ' Enthusiasm
endless driven passion.
take me away...
I'm not afraid.
I've been ready.
nice and steady...
its been real,
Its been fun,
but I'm done.
i can't feel
anything
anymore
Whatever empathy implores.
out the door
**** you oxygen!
let me be free
**** me...
pull the plug
beeeeeeeeeep
haha not funny.
yawn snore
close my door
mow the lawn
ROBOTS
YOUR ALL LAB RATS AND ROBOTS!
BEEP BLOOP BLEEP
1,2,3
Are you mad at me?
I'm not mad why would i be?
Because i gave you my seed while u sleep.
oh
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 8:24 AM UTC