vikkimcdrummer
My Poetic Mafia family forced me to have an HP account.. xD / Drummer for TFHS Bruins. / Future chef. / Part time farmhand, part time cook for Saint Edward The Confessor's Soup Kitchen. I love my jobs. / I'm only alive because of my friends, and they are my family. / #pm4l
If I could set the clocks back awhile
To our last day together, I would
I'd play out all the events up til
The moment you died, and I'd cry
I'd go back, to the day before,
And ground myself so I couldn't leave the house
Maybe them you'd still be alive,
With no one to pester you about some **** movie
But I didn't, and we went
I can't even remember what the hell we went to watch
I know it was good, we had a good time,
Then we left
You held the door open for me on our way out,
I glared at you for being a man, as usual
And I looked back out on the street
And then I froze..
A man, in his car... staring.
I saw him shove a mag in his gun and **** it back.
The rest... it's all a blur.
I can still hear the 5 shots he popped off
Two hitting you in the chest,
One in my neck,
And the other two missed.
What a lousy shot.
People were yelling, I was screaming.
You were on the ground and so was I.
I didn't know if I could move but I tried anyways.
You were trying to say something to me..
I couldn't understand you.
I crawled to you and put your head in my lap.
I could hear you struggle to breathe.
Someone was screaming into a phone for an ambulance
But I knew it wasn't for you. It was too late.
The last thing I ever heard from you was, "Love you, boo bear."
And then it was over.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
I'd like to thank eveybody for their time,
as we conduct this interview in rhyme.
If you have a disability such as mine,
Everybody wants to pry into your mind.
So in this piece im going to address,
all the questions im asked, i intend to put that to rest.
But i can't do this alone, i require some help
Bluestar , thank you so much for providing assistance
Yes thanks, ladies and gentleman, here we go,
What we have here is a fine young specimen,
A young age male with a disability no one knows,
And what is it, you ask?
Why, I don't mind if I do begin to explain him
Epilepsy, that's what it is,
It's what he's got inside
And before you start to ask, no it's not a mental disorder
Do you want to hear the facts or think the fiction, you have to decide
Shall i dispense with the facts?
Hmm with the mighty sword of knowledge ignorance i shall attack!
Epilepsy is a neurological disorder,
It causes me to be prone to seizures.
Not the kind that causes the removal of property,
But occasionally my brain will fry, and my body go crazy,
Like a vampire exposed to holy ether
But don't worry, he's not going to die,
If you're with him when it happens you cannot run and hide
He'll need you to support him, to make sure he's okay
Make sure things are out of his reach and do not force him to obey
In conclusion dear friends, im just like you,
I may have neruological quirks, but im still Neroamee Alucard,
Not some show at the zoo,
So if you know somebody, with any form of fault or disability,
Dont patronize or be overbearing,
Just make allowances for their need
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
You called to me
As my way of release.
But it's backfired,
And now the thing keeping me here
Has turned against me.
How am I to love something
If it fights with me daily?
What is the point of dedication anymore?
What is loyalty?
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
I'm afraid to go to sleep.
The monsters under my bed won't subside.
The ghosts in my mirror won't stop moaning.
I'm afraid to go to sleep.
If I go under will I wake up tomorrow?
Will I see the sunrise?
The daemons in my house
They don't go away.
I'm afraid to go to sleep.
I see their shadows stalking me,
I watch their eyes glow.
Will I suffocate in my slumber?
I'm afraid to go to sleep.
I'm afraid I won't wake up.
I'm afraid I won't see you tomorrow.
I'm afraid I'll never speak to you again.
I'm afraid to go to sleep.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
You, sir,
You are a wizard
You are just a puppy,
Lost in the woods
I can guide you,
Help you and hold you,
You can cry out to me in times of need.
Could this be what I think it is?
Is this real?
What's the matter?
Are you alive?
ARE YOU OKAY?
..... Don't lie.
I know you're not.
That is why I am here,
To help you up when you fall down.
But that bond will only hold so long,
It'll only last as long as you want it there.
If you push me away and hide the truth,
I'll leave you in the forest.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
Sometimes the only payoff
For having any faith
Is when it's tested
Again and again, every day
I'm still comparing our pasts,
To our futures,
You might have wounds but,
They're my sutures
And we could be immortals
Just us,
Immortals,
Without loss
Immortals,
And no gain
Immortals,
With no pain
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
The night was young,
The scene was set.
Dinner was made,
We were off to a great night.
You looked stunning,
With your tan boots and **** hat,
Your cologne smelled wonderful,
And your eyes shone bright.
We started off awkward,
Like most dates go.
But as we warmed up,
The fire inside us ignited.
You held me close to you,
I rested my head on your chest and hugged you tight.
Your scent filled my soul.
Everything was perfect, nothing else mattered.
And then, as we swayed together,
You began to sing.
We continued to dance,
And the whole world disappeared.
I feel safe in your arms.
Nothing can get to me,
No one can hurt me.
That was the moment I realized,
I love you.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 9:04 PM UTC
**He went to war,
A flag came back.**
And with a last, dying breath,
He cried your name.
If one is to love unconditionally,
Without being loved back,
And without justification,
What is the point of love?
He has fallen past my reach,
With no where to turn.
Bullet wound turns a crimson red,
Shrapnel covers your face..
Vision gets dizzy,
Legs get heavy.
You fall.
You went to war, and a flag came back.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Universal fit,
For a special kind of girl,
In a "one size fits all" world.
Can she make it?
She sees things that others don't.
She can tell when you're angry,
Or when you haven't slept.
Sleep is for the weak.
She wakes up tired and sore every morning,
From crying and fighting daemons in her sleep.
Why can't you reach out, into her high-strung mind,
"Help me." Is what she's dying to tell you.
Talk to her for five minutes,
You'll peel back another layer.
Step inside my mind,
But please do not turn your back.
Am I playing on the right head?
How do I sound?
If I keep playing,
Will I keep going?
"Help me," she cries out silently.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
You got me to rest after a week and a half.
I'm not really sure how,
You left my mind at ease
And I walked away from the pain.
It's 2 am and I'm awake again.
The sound of your voice is all I need.
It's 2 am and I'm falling back under.
Just thinking about you pleases me.
0230 rolls by, and then 0300,
I'm still hearing your voice.
I know I can rest easy with you.
Its 0500 now and you've set me free.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC