jonathan-fernandez
Spanish
**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
Yet another night,
I sit and let time pass.
Know it isn't right,
Eyes stuck unto my glass
As I sit and stare,
I gaze at my reflection,
As if I am aware,
I look in my direction.
But the eyes staring back,
look dark and empty.
What is it that I lack?
It's not narcolepsy
A window to my soul,
a phrase quite literal,
A sin tho, didn't know
the toll is more than physical.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC
Too many nights with no sleep
Too many nights with no dreams,
Too many times, felt empty,
Too many times with worries.
Too many things that bother me,
Too many things that hurt me.
Too many ways you'd offer me,
broken promises, surely.
Many hurtful words hurled,
at me and so of-ten
2 hearts, too many, to keep
happy and content.
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 10:12 PM UTC
Weird how fallen angels
become lost demons,
A change in altitude,
and it's all un-even,
They say it's because
there is sin in pride,
Internal debates with
the demons inside,
People love us more
when they have to grieve us,
No one is an angel,
til the day they leave us,
Only then, it seems,
that our wings are mended,
Fallen angels live again,
when our lives are ended.
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 6:26 AM UTC
Dear me,
how are you doing?
I know how you're feeling,
that **** is **** consuming.
You're at the end of your rope,
So I wrote this letter,
To maybe help you cope,
I promise things get better.
It's okay to hurt,
But don't hold to that pain,
For what it's worth,
I went through all the same.
And look at me now,
I'm proud, I'm still here.
Thanks to the family and
friends I've kept so near.
So when you're hurting and
it lasts all day long,
remember I'm proof you made it,
just stay strong.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 6:05 AM UTC
I just want you to know,
I'm still here and, oh so proud.
And if you ever feel low,
That's something I cannot allow.
Cuz you've come so far,
you're better now than, you were at the start.
I know that times are kind of hard.
But I promise that I, am never apart.
If you ever feel the need to cry,
I hope you know that it's fine my friend.
Just promise me that you'll try,
To dry your tears and smile at the end
I know you hold regrets,
and wish things didnt end that way.
But I swear I'm proud of you,
and the person that you are today.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 6:04 AM UTC
Make something from nothing,
that is just too strange.
All things have an equal.
equivalent exchange.
An eye for an eye
A good deed for another,
The love from a daughter
for the love of a mother.
So half your life, for half of mine,
does that sound so strange?
We'd be trading precious time,
equivalent exchange.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 6:03 AM UTC
Life's a b-
Well you know what they say
Even the best laid plans,
often go astray.
But hey, even then
I think it's okay.
Cuz they say,
where there's a will, theres a way,
wait,
there's a whole lotta idioms,
from the good to the hideous,
Either it's highly perceptive,
or maybe they're just ramblings from an idiot
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 6:03 AM UTC
One wrong turn, a sudden misstep
Live and learn, or stumble on to His step.
Theres a fine line
between risk and reward,
When its my time?
What was it all for?
I'm not convinced, im on the right path
Every day's a struggle to give all that I have.
Im not saying im unhappy,
far from it.
I just don't know if Im happy,
with what im becoming..
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 6:02 AM UTC
It's been so long, can't remember the beginning.
I feel like a failure, even when I'm winning.
Through your eyes, I realize, I'm paralyzed
but the world keeps spinning.
and that's a concept, I haven't really grasped yet.
I got doubts , for things I haven't asked yet.
a brief cold answer, Grief and Anger
a figure in a casket.
I guess we're both just at a standstill
We're both things that we can't stand still.
It's touch and go, you should know,
it's usual, a broken soul CAN ****
You say, "that shouldn't be how a 'man' feels."
I'm just exhausted, that I am ill.
So many questions, regrets, what ifs,
Swear I could fill a landfill.
So full, that it can spill,
I used to know between the fake and real
a mountain grown from an anthill,
Heart so heavy, I carry, an anvil.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 6:02 AM UTC
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.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC