jerome-revilla - Hello Poetry

I watched. As the color faded from your eyes. As the blood left your cheeks. I watched. I watched. Like a man selling flowers at a corner Waiting for the streetlight to turn red, I watched. I cried. As I sat there waiting for paramedics. As I felt the warmth leave your body. I cried. I cried. Like parents in a hospital waiting room As the doctor delivers bad news. I cried. I waited. As the sounds of sirens cut through the air. As they covered your face in that white blanket. I waited. I waited. Like an ice cream vendor Who waits for the last school bell to ring. I waited. And I hate that all I did was watch, cry, and wait. As I watch you dance and run around in my head. As I cry myself to sleep on this now empty bed. As I wait to feel your warmth, but feel the cold instead.

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Nov 4, 2011

Nov 4, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC

Watched, Cried, Waited

I watched. As the color faded from your eyes. As the blood left your cheeks. I watched. I watched. Like a man selling flowers at a corner Waiting for the streetlight to turn red, I watched. I cried. As I sat there waiting for paramedics. As I felt the warmth leave your body. I cried. I cried. Like parents in a hospital waiting room As the doctor delivers bad news. I cried. I waited. As the sounds of sirens cut through the air. As they covered your face in that white blanket. I waited. I waited. Like an ice cream vendor Who waits for the last school bell to ring. I waited. And I hate that all I did was watch, cry, and wait. As I watch you dance and run around in my head. As I cry myself to sleep on this now empty bed. As I wait to feel your warmth, but feel the cold instead.

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With a still memory in one hand And the other clutching my heart, The rain like my tears are falling As we grow farther and farther apart. I look out into the unforgiving sky As it bears down on my weak life, Like a raindrop destroys a still puddle Your absence cuts like a knife. But who can I blame for what I feel? How should I keep this lonely mind sane? When the forsaken words I’ve spoken, Are the same ones that have caused this pain. So I ask the heavens above me, To pour down all that they can. And wash away these pains I have, That makes me look less than a man.

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Nov 3, 2011

Nov 3, 2011 at 1:24 PM UTC

Rain

With a still memory in one hand And the other clutching my heart, The rain like my tears are falling As we grow farther and farther apart. I look out into the unforgiving sky As it bears down on my weak life, Like a raindrop destroys a still puddle Your absence cuts like a knife. But who can I blame for what I feel? How should I keep this lonely mind sane? When the forsaken words I’ve spoken, Are the same ones that have caused this pain. So I ask the heavens above me, To pour down all that they can. And wash away these pains I have, That makes me look less than a man.

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I used to put these headphones on. And at once, the whole world was gone And the music did no wrong Till I found myself doin’ it all day long. But I still kept these headphones on Because my headset drowned my strife, Cut through it like a knife, Till I was bound to the music for all my life. I used to sit in earnest at my computer chair ITunes and my iPod in hand as I prepare Another playlist. Indecisive between hip-hop and RnB While I let humanity’s problems sit on a wait-list. But I just left these headphones on. Not a care or thought about global pollution Amidst our world’s confusion All signs pointing to a troubled conclusion, But yet, me and my headphones ignore the solutions. Why? Because music forever plays, That even when solutions were raised, I just sat there… As the environment died everyday. Because all I did was listen to these headphones. As I laid awake in my bed, Nothing running through my head, Except music, And I felt alive listening to the words that was said When in reality Inside I was dead But I still left these headphones in So I can block out my parent’s groans when I know that I have disappointed them Maybe I’m just missing the point again. And all the while my dads fist connecting with the door As he has always done before, in the past Choosing to ignore, with music full blast I found myself more and more detached. Not only my parents, but even the politicians are itchin’ To get me to listen, Hopin and wishin that This generation would eventually find its ambition. I used to think that iTunes could do no wrong. And that it was all I ever needed Because all it was to me was a program full of songs But I didn’t like where my life was headed. And god it’s amazing, the word iTunes. Such a fitting name Because I tuned my friends out And there is no one else to blame As I tuned my parents out Our relationship will never be the same As I tuned the world out Now look at who I became. So now I’m taking these headphones off. Because I don’t want to stay connected Acting like I was totally unaffected When in fact, the world around me I neglected So I’ll change, No longer will these headphones hold the reins I am cutting off all of my chains And I know a life ahead of me still remains That without these headphones, There is so much more to gain.

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Nov 3, 2011

Nov 3, 2011 at 1:12 PM UTC

Headphones

I used to put these headphones on. And at once, the whole world was gone And the music did no wrong Till I found myself doin’ it all day long. But I still kept these headphones on Because my headset drowned my strife, Cut through it like a knife, Till I was bound to the music for all my life. I used to sit in earnest at my computer chair ITunes and my iPod in hand as I prepare Another playlist. Indecisive between hip-hop and RnB While I let humanity’s problems sit on a wait-list. But I just left these headphones on. Not a care or thought about global pollution Amidst our world’s confusion All signs pointing to a troubled conclusion, But yet, me and my headphones ignore the solutions. Why? Because music forever plays, That even when solutions were raised, I just sat there… As the environment died everyday. Because all I did was listen to these headphones. As I laid awake in my bed, Nothing running through my head, Except music, And I felt alive listening to the words that was said When in reality Inside I was dead But I still left these headphones in So I can block out my parent’s groans when I know that I have disappointed them Maybe I’m just missing the point again. And all the while my dads fist connecting with the door As he has always done before, in the past Choosing to ignore, with music full blast I found myself more and more detached. Not only my parents, but even the politicians are itchin’ To get me to listen, Hopin and wishin that This generation would eventually find its ambition. I used to think that iTunes could do no wrong. And that it was all I ever needed Because all it was to me was a program full of songs But I didn’t like where my life was headed. And god it’s amazing, the word iTunes. Such a fitting name Because I tuned my friends out And there is no one else to blame As I tuned my parents out Our relationship will never be the same As I tuned the world out Now look at who I became. So now I’m taking these headphones off. Because I don’t want to stay connected Acting like I was totally unaffected When in fact, the world around me I neglected So I’ll change, No longer will these headphones hold the reins I am cutting off all of my chains And I know a life ahead of me still remains That without these headphones, There is so much more to gain.

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