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801 · Oct 14
Polaroid memory
Ejiro Oct 14
I used to have a camera back then
A polaroid camera
It was a small, aqua blue camera that also had a camera bag
And during the last day of school in 8th grade
I brought it to take pictures with my friends
I didn’t want to be in the photos though
Just want to create memories with every flash sound that came from the camera
All my friends will do silly poses as I count
3
2
1
And when I press the button
it will then create a flashback
that my friends can look back on in the future
when time went on other people that were in other friend groups would ask
“Can you take a pic of me and my friends”
And I nod my head signaling yes
I was seen as a photographer that last day of 8th grade
And I loved it
Because every photo
Will create a smile on their faces
That same smile will then appear again when they take that pic home with them
Who knows what they will do with the picture
Put on the wall
Put it in a time capsule
Or maybe in a drawer filled with *******
But I know that one day
They’ll look back at it in a couple of years
And a flashback will flow into their head
It will make them feel as if they went back in time
and see their younger self with a silly pose
with their friends around them as I count to
1
768 · Nov 13
A match to my heart
Ejiro Nov 13
I’ll lit a match
and place the flame to my chest
so, when my skin burns
my weeping flesh rots
and my bones melt
you can take a small peek into my
heart
and see how much my heart beats
when I’m around you
because I would rather show you how much you affect me entirely
than just say it with my chivalry words
439 · Nov 8
Misanthropy
Ejiro Nov 8
I belong in a genre
A genre called “humankind”
I hate it
It makes me want to tear my skin apart
and rip out my flesh and bones
And let my blood flow down like a waterfall
The “humankind” is like poison
We infect ourselves and everyone around us in our day to day lives
I don't want to be apart of this “humankind”
And I do not wish for you to see me as one of them
For I would rather be a walking corpse instead
Misanthropy - a dislike for the human kind
384 · Oct 22
What we wanted
Ejiro Oct 22
I wanted to be an astronaut
You wanted to be dead
But in the end
I ended up deep underground
Away from the earth’s surface
While you became a star in the night sky
Becoming one with the universe
I can’t reach to you from where I lay
But I know that you’ve look down at me
with the cosmos on your shoulders

You lived my dream
And I became your destiny
380 · Nov 5
The “best” revenge
Ejiro Nov 5
Their is no just thing as
the “best” revenge
same thing goes for the “worst” revenge
revenge is still revenge
All we can do is hope that we don’t become the person who has brought damage upon during the past or present
So instead of relying on revenge to do us justice
let karma do it’s work for you
revenge doesn’t equal karma
Ejiro Nov 10
Nature is not your ally
she has nothing to do with one person’s actions or feelings
she didn’t ask for your permission
or rather yet your opinion
whether you love her flaws or not
you have to accept what she does
and that also concludes her final decision
for what she wants to become next
289 · Oct 14
Us
Ejiro Oct 14
Us
“What are we?” I asked her
“we’re something” she said as she holds my hand tightly
The next day at school, I see her again
She was kissing her boyfriend in the hallway
I turned around and walked away, before she saw me
Now I know the truth
We weren’t something; we’re nothing
267 · Oct 28
A letter to my youth
Ejiro Oct 28
Keep your soft soul
it’s very delicate and pure
Stay gentle with yourself so you don’t feel pain when going through guilt
Remain kind to people who have done you right in life
And most importantly
don’t let the ugly truth of the future
make you feel bitter in the present

For I have discovered how our future looks and now my eyes feel deceived
Ejiro Oct 24
it was either during middle school or junior high school
honestly, I can't remember
my English teacher told us to write a poem
didn't matter if it was long as a railroad station
or short as a pathway shortcut
"Just write" she said
she gives me a piece of paper and pencil
and told me a few examples that I can use for my first poem
but one example sparked my interest
"You can write about your favorite color" she said
so, with that in mind I start to begin writing
I wrote about the color blue
and things that have that color in it:
the sky
ocean waves
blueberry muffins
blue jays
sadness and sorrow
depression and numbness
the pain of being found guilty
the feeling of emptiness
being left alone
and showing signs of loneliness

I went on and on until my fragile hand started to cramp
but when I reached the end of my poem
I realized something very peculiar
blue wasn't my favorite color
yet I had presented blue in a way far more than just a “primary” color
When I submitted it to my teacher
she said that she loved it and gave me a good grade
later, when I got my paper back
I reread it a few times
crumbled it up to a ball
and chucked it into the nearest trash can
hoping that no one would find it
Now that I've gotten older
blue is one of my favorite colors now
Ejiro Oct 29
I’ll walk to your house
At the middle of the night
With a ladder in my hand
When I reached to your window
I’ll set the ladder down gently
And crawl up to your window
I’ll knock on your window shield
And wait until I see a light turned on

I’ll see you open the window
And I’ll get to your angelic face
As I sit on the side of your window
I’ll watch you talk for hours on everything
You’ll tell me about your day
Your friends who you love dearly
How much you hate your family dinners
And tell me about moving away from here
And I’ll try to think of what to say to you that wouldn’t sound embarrassing
We’ll stay with our eyes locked on for each other
You reached your face closer to mine and I’ll do the same with my eyes closed

Until I hear a knock on your bedroom door
You’ll quickly off your lights
And I’ll quickly position myself to crawl down from the window
But before I head down
You’ll tell me to perk my head up
Before I could even say “why?”
you’ll kiss my forehead
And tell me goodbye

I’ll crawl down the ladder
And when I reach the ground
I’ll make a run for it  
Running with the smile you gave me that angelic night
I wish we could’ve made this our reality
But for now I’ll just dream of it
198 · Nov 13
Pupils
Ejiro Nov 13
every time I passed you in the hallways
and we lock eyes together
my pupils will grow bigger ten times more
but your pupils will stay the same
now when I bump into you
my pupils will dilate a bit
but your pupils will stay the same
before I was blinded with delusion
and now I finally snapped back into reality
I found out who you really are
so, when we met again
my pupils will shrink ten times more
but your pupils will stay the same
Ejiro Nov 14
The mother was a dreamer
she dreamed of a future for her daughter to uphold
she dreamed of a reality so pure and bright that she herself was blinded at times
but her daughter didn’t dream of this
all she wanted to do was sleep
she wished to put herself to rest
so, her eyes could never be open
but shut closed
the mother dreamed for the moon to be her daughter's guide
and for the sun to be her guardian  
but the daughter did not want to see the moon or sun from above
she closes her eyes quickly every time their aura glances to her face
the mother wanted the best for her daughter
and the daughter wanted the worst thing to ever happened to her when she rests her head on the cold lifeless pillow
and that is to never wake up again
but the mother didn’t know that her daughter dreamt of that
for she was too busy daydreaming about a life her daughter and her can live with many years to come
but one day her daughter’s dream became true
and as the mother rest her head on the coffin she weeps and cries
with tears of disbelief
she shouts to sun and the moon
“Why can’t we dream forever but we can choose to sleep forever”

As time passes the mother’s dreams start to fade
and she too wanted to sleep
134 · Oct 19
I am a liar
Ejiro Oct 19
I am a liar
a pathological liar to be exact
you can perceive me in many ways, shapes, or forms
but in the end of the day
the way you view me will just be simple act
that I have created just to make you put your trust in me

I can say that I'm an "angel at heart"
but unfortunately for you
I can make you see the world as an ongoing hell
were the people that you love are just two - face demons that want you to forever rot in everlasting eternity
and I'll be the angel to save you (blind you) from those two - face demons

I can also say that "I can never hurt a fly"
but if you were a hopeless fly fluttering around my line of sight
I can easily trap you inside a jar
or cocoon you inside my hands
or maybe I'll just squish you slowly with *******
then I'll make you perceive it as a home(prison) for now on

For I am a liar
and you will find out eventually
so, if you were to sit me down and ask me
"Why would you put these lies in my head"
I would say
"Because why not"
everyone is a liar, but some liars can deceive more than others
130 · Nov 17
The shadow within me
Ejiro Nov 17
Every person has a shadow
that lingers onto them when they are born
my shadow is a part of me
but I am not a part of her
she is connected to me
like a thorn to my hip
watching every move I make
when the sun appears again
when she sees all my emotions played out in her presence
she stands there and watches carefully
no words to be said
zero actions being made
not a single expression within her

Me and her are two separate beings
I feel everything that is around me
and react to it either in a positive
or negative response
but when it comes to her
she doesn't acknowledge anything at all
she doesn't care what's happening during certain times of
our life
she doesn't react to what is around her
When she is with me
I sometimes wish to become her
but I know for a fact she doesn't wish to be
me
Ejiro Nov 14
Do you remember the first time we met?
you probably haven’t but that’s alright
before we were strangers
we didn’t know anything about each other
and yet we lived in two separate worlds
It’s only when we started to have quick glances at each other when we crossed paths
is when our worlds collided into one big universe
first it was quick glances
then holding eye contact for a while
to then small talk that’ll last for a few minutes
and then finally we started walking the same direction and talking about anything that can keep us entertained for one another
but now we started to grow distant
and I really don’t know why
we used to be on the same path
but now we’re forced to take different directions
we still take quick glances at each other still
but I feel as our universe is starting to separate over time
and the only thing left now
is a nebula
and a supernova
121 · Dec 13
Siren compass
Ejiro Dec 13
The waves are angry
but I shall not succumb to its wrath
the tides that interlock swing their fist
towards my direction
I reach my arms out to them
embracing every droplet of fury upon me
the wind currents are spinning in spirals
my venerable ship coughs out anguish
the old ship that once carried so many
cannot bear the feet of one soul on its wooden surface
I can hear the storms rumbling up in the heavens
hungry for my defeat
grasping onto the wheel I try to parallel
the waves take notice and leash their final attack
with one big push my ship shows mercy
but I didn't surrender
the ship starts to crumble in milliseconds
and the waves captures me in their hands
sinking me down below
my breath starts to wither away
my eyes began to drift into slumber
until I felt something take my hand
with little energy in my body I try to pinpoint who was trying to rise me to the surface
their hand felt like a sponge against mine
torso was covered with blue and green scales shimmering in a twilight zone
their long tail flapped up and down
before I could even see what their face looked like up close
I start to hear a aroma sound coming from them
the toon of a lullaby that can put you to sleep forever
it was bittersweet
minutes later I was brought to the surface
gasping for as much air as I could get
I look at my surroundings
for some reason I was back at the start
the peninsula that started my journey is where I was brought back
the sand sizzle on my skin
by putting myself back on my feet
I walk back to the waves
hoping I can find my savior
or they will reveal themselves to me
but that never occurred

now I’m drawn back to the peninsula
waiting for a sign
I continue searching for them in the waves
within my line of sight
the bittersweet sound still rings in my head
every day and every night
117 · Oct 22
A dimmed performance
Ejiro Oct 22
Picture this:
Let’s say you’re a shy actor but not in movies but in theatre
And you’re ready to blow people’s minds with a performance that you have planned for the longest of times
But you’re scared of looking at people in the eye; especially an audience like this
So, your mind tells you to go up there on stage and give it your all
But when you step your foot out of the curtain you can feel the presence of a thousand eyes now locked in
You go into the center of the stage with your head glued to the wooden floorboards and before you take a breath in you start to have an idea
“Just close your eyes during your performance and open them when you’re done” that’s what your mind said
And you did just that
With both of your eyes closed shut
You began to perform your greatest talent that is filled with love and excellence
Or that’s what you at least thought
After you are done you open your eyes slowly starting to feel better about yourself
You raised your head
But in your surprise, there was no one to be seen
All the seats were empty
The doors are all closed
No voices or applause or chanting or cheering coming your direction
The entire atmosphere was dull and quiet
In fact, the spotlight that was right above when you first went onto the stage was gone
So, you’re left in darkness in the theatre
You felt confused and astonished because you knew that during the middle of your performance you could hear voices of different people coming your way but now that you opened your eyes fully all the voices stopped
Your body is telling you to get out of the stage, but you couldn’t
it was if your mind has shifted with the voices into the abyss
So now you’re frozen
Can’t move
Can’t act
Can’t dance
Can’t perform
tears running down your face as you stand still with your head glued onto the wooden floorboards again
And during this moment in this very quiet scenery the only sound that you can hear was your tears colliding onto the ground
This time was different because your eyes are open and not shut
You start to regain your movement again after being frozen and wipe away your tears
Starting to think about what to do next
Should you walk away from the stage and leave or look for where the audience left to
You couldn’t decide
Your mind has abandoned you
But for a second you started to feel something strong
It was your heart
And now your heart is telling you to just keep on performing but this time with your eyes open
And for a second you thought it was stupid and unnecessary for the situation you’re in, but you decided to go for it just for fun
You did a whole redo of a performance last time with your eyes open and not glued to the ground
And even though it was dark and empty from where you are you felt warmth approaching your way
And then 5 seconds later you see someone open the door and without thinking you begin to feel whole again
I wrote this in my note's app a few months ago
106 · Nov 30
Anomaly
Ejiro Nov 30
We are all anomalies
but we deceive ourselves to make us believe we are just human beings
we are placed in a society that has no moral
and we as individuals have a task to fulfill
and that is to figure out
what makes us human or rather yet what makes us feel “alive”
I consider myself a anomaly at times
when amongst my peers
but sometimes I question myself
because I don’t think I have a task
but rather a vision
106 · Nov 17
Womanhood scares me
Ejiro Nov 17
Even though I am currently 15 years old
In my head I feel like I have already fulfilled my childhood
I had the "birds and bees" talk
before I could even learn how to tie my shoelaces correctly
My parents made me learn several things
to help me face the real-world challenges like taxes and bills
before I could even know the difference between
a fraction and a decimal
I have also learned how certain people in society view woman
in a disgusting and draining point of view
so, when I finally got my period
and my mother said "I'm finally becoming a woman"
I felt like my intestines was swirling inside my stomach
so ever since then
when I wake up in the morning and see myself through a reflection
I can sense changes flowing through my body
and it terrifies me to the fullest extent
but I know that I can't stop it
Aside from my body changing over time
my mind has also changed a little bit
before I saw the world in pastel colors
even though I knew the true intentions
of what our world is becoming from which we stand on
but now I see the world with cracked lenses
but my perspective of society is becoming clearer and distraught
I know that I'm young
and if you were to compare me with the people
I hang out with before and after
you would probably think to yourself
"Wow she is so mature for her age"
but sometimes I wish my childhood was in a slow pace
who knows maybe if I were to wake up tomorrow
I might become twice my age without realizing
and If I were to blink twice
then wrinkles will start to appear on my face

The one thing I'm starting to regret now
Is wishing to become older when I was so young
and when I do reach adulthood
I'll start wishing to be youthful again
I don't know if I'm ready to reach my full capacity of womanhood
when I'm still daydreaming about nostalgia
102 · Nov 16
Tear burns
Ejiro Nov 16
Crying *****
but waiting to cry is the worse
my eyes will water up so quickly
and my mind will force me to wait
till my tears pour down my face
it’s like when you’re a little kid
and you’re watching the bubbles
rising up from the bathtub
and you’re just waiting for the bubbles to hit your chin and pop
But now when I try to contain myself
hold in my tears so they won’t explode
I can feel the tears wrapping around my lungs
strangling my throat tightly enough
so I can’t gasp for air
and even if I were to hold them in
for the entire day
When I finally reach to my bed
the tears will flow down my pillow
down to my bed sheets
then it’ll reach the floor
and my tears will fill up my room
slowly until it reaches my chin
but there is no bubbles when it happens
so I won’t hear a pop sound
but the sound of agony will echo
around my room
like a drained symphony

The worst part of crying in your bed
is not waking up seeing tears stains on your newly soaked up pillow
but rather going to the nearest mirror
and seeing tear burns appear again
when you thought they were gone for good
95 · Oct 18
The ceiling fan
Ejiro Oct 18
It’s 9:10 PM
I should be asleep
but unfortunately, I just can’t
I can hear my brother’s voice through my door
And can also hear my father’s voice propel back at it
While the weeps of my mother’s voice are in between
This is not new to me
So, I did what I always did when this scenario occurred
And that is by playing guitar
With this idea in mind, I get up from my bed
Grabbed my guitar that was next to my closet
Plugged it into my amp
and put my headphones on
Now I just need a song in mind
Something loud
Something distracting
“Maybe some title fight” I said
With my pick in my hand I play the first chord
And the guitar played the rest
As time past and the song coming to the end
The voices of my mother and father went away
“They probably went back to bed” I thought
But I still heard my brother mumbles
His footsteps turned into stomps that then stopped
And I herd a door slam shut that came from his room
“Jeez what the heck he was saying back there” I thought
My headphones went back into my ears to block his mumbling
And I went back into finishing the song before I go to bed
Time passes
When I strummed my guitar for the last time
I take my headphones off
Unplug my guitar from the amp
And put the guitar away
But then I heard a big thud echoed through my door
Slowly I opened my door and looked through the hallway
As my door opens wider and wider
I start hearing something
Not voices
Not mumbles
Just a song
In fact it was the same song I just played on guitar
The song was coming from my brothers room
As I walked to his room the song got louder and louder
I knew it was coming from his record player since he had a vinyl collection at the time
I slowly open his door
But then time stopped for a minute
His room was dark
Title fight was playing on the record player
Their was chair that seemed to be knocked into the ground
And I saw two feet swinging in the air
I took one step forward
Looked up
And then I saw my mumbling brother
With his head in the ceiling fan
This poem was inspired from a song I heard called “head in the ceiling fan” from title fight
Ejiro Nov 19
If you want to live in the past
then so be it then
but I want to let you know a few things
you can continue dwelling inside a past life with people that made you feel at home
but those people that were apart of your past are not there anymore
they are now in the present
and who knows
maybe they’ll be in the future next
the only thing left in your past
is just memories
with some cut-out holes in between
so if you want to go back
then go ahead and be my guest
once you finally go back there
the only thing waiting for you there
is just cut-out holes
echoing pure silence
Ejiro Dec 9
For 274 days I have been sober
throughout those days
zero painkillers have touched my tongue
but every so often I would have my urges
but I’ll continue to resist them until I perish
on the first day of being clean
I failed
and relapsed over and over again
I couldn’t stop myself
the idea of my brain shutting off
was my mission to complete
I’ll take them in my room
with the door locked shut
and take them in the school bathrooms when I know that no one was in the stalls
it was a time loop that never ends
never stops
but always repeats
until that changed eventually
on one of the days my counselor found out
then my mom found out
and then a hospital found out
those days felt miserable
questions were thrown at me
from different faces with same expressions
and all I could do was mumble my words
trying to hold my tears as I tilt my head to the ground in shame
after the “visit” I made a oath to myself
that’ll I’ll become sober
it’s been 9 months for me now
I don’t have these urges anymore
but I still had second thoughts
on random nights
I’ll look up at my ceiling
fantasizing about taking the whole bottle
and putting myself at rest
letting my body become numb
while my mind roams free
until that feeling fades away slowly
now I look up at my future
knowing I have gotten this far now
I won’t let myself go into another time loop
that never stops
never ends
I promise
I’ve been addicted to painkillers for 3 years, sometimes I’ll take them to ease my mind and sometimes I’ll take them to surrender myself to the afterlife (but I’ll end up failing every time) but I have been sober for 9 months now and I’m glad that I stopped
82 · Nov 19
You saw it too, right?
Ejiro Nov 19
you saw it too right, right?
it stands there in the corner
carrying every burden that dwells within your body but doesn’t want to leave it
that thing in the corner
it presents your fears, guilt, and trauma
it’ll whisper about conflicts that will never leave your mind that’ll linger in the back of your thoughts
if you were to stare at it for a while
it might go away
but then it will resurface at the worst time
it can take so many forms as it manifests
sorrow, emptiness, that deep emotion that weeps inside your chest
that thing will continue to lurk in the background within the depths of your life
If you want to take it head on into a battle
and take that step forward
you’ll only be filled with reminders of what haunts your mind when taking a few steps
within that time you’ll start to rethink that maybe making peace with it will just be elusive
but I believe you can do it
you see it, don’t you?
it sits in the corner waiting for you
take those few steps forward
and look at it in the eyes
even if looks daunting and morbid
you can’t let it strangle you with the hands of your past
it may be struggling for you but confront it is the only way to reclaim your control
gain back that sense of peace that was lost
you know that it’s there, right?
so face it
78 · Nov 20
The mighty eye
Ejiro Nov 20
It’s watching us
all of us
the eye of the sky looks upon us
as the sun and moon passes
the mighty eye decides which one of us will join it in the heavens
and it shall declare who shall decay underground with the company of maggots
awaiting for the arrival
everyday as we breathe in the air of life
the mighty eye shall open its hands out to the person or people who have reach the final stage of decomposition

I look up at the sky one day
staring into the raging sun
the mighty eye notices me and says
“don’t look into the sun or else your eyes will burn tragically”
I continue to stare into the sun effortlessly
my eyes started to water up quickly
but then I asked
“why is it that you can admire the sun, but I can’t without it hurting my vision”
the mighty eye says nothing back
“this isn’t real is it” I said
“now what makes you say that” the mighty eye responds with confusion
“well even though the sun is piercing through my pupils, the sky is declaring its midnight as we speak right now”
the mighty eye quickly blocks the sun and sets its gaze upon me
“I think it is time for you to wake up” the mighty eye whispers
suddenly and a jolt enters my body
then I wake up from my slumber
with sweat glued onto my face
I look at the sky through my window
the sky was still dark
and the raging sun has passed
yet I had a sudden feeling
that the mighty eye is still there
watching me
This is based on a dream I had way back that didn’t leave my mind to rest
Ejiro Oct 18
Putting your trust in someone
Is like giving them a sword and a shield
They’ll either stab you with the sword
Or use the sword for your protection

And when it comes to the shield
They’ll either protect themselves against you
Or take the shield and protect you along side them

So choose who you trust wisely
Because trust is a powerful weapon that can be used against you if placed in the wrong hands
74 · Nov 30
Memory cards
Ejiro Nov 30
One day our memories
will either become heartwarming photos
placed in gallery walls
were we can just admire them
for all of eternity
or they can become rotten pages
stuck in the back of our heads
slowly decaying away
never to be seen again
Wherever you put your memories
is up to you
73 · Dec 4
Why do I miss you?
Ejiro Dec 4
It’s been so long y’know
since I saw your face up close
to be honest I think I’m starting to forget what you look like day after day
but I’m still going to keep the good part of you inside me
In the beginning of our bond
you knew that you were a bad person and I only ended up realizing that little by little overtime
I tried my hardest to help you become a better person
and now you’re gone
not from this world
but from my world
you left me in a trance filled with questions of why I was never enough for you to change
My mind has become so numb now
my heart is still aching for answers to a person who wants nothing to do with me anymore
so with a heavy heart
and a numb mind
I came to a conclusion that you don’t miss me
but I do miss you
71 · Oct 31
Your not awkward
Ejiro Oct 31
“Nothing you do is awkward
or corny or even cheesy at most
everyone is brought to this earth
to have a great time
and expressing themselves to the fullest
not to worry about the opinion of the person next to them” she told me with a warm smile

I looked up at her for a second
And then realized why I enjoyed her presence
One of my friends told me if I found her awkward but she was such an angel in my eyes
69 · Oct 20
Eleutheromania
Ejiro Oct 20
I want to be free
That is all I ever asked for
For I have been cocooned in the hands of  person who I have thought was an ally but I would later find out that they are truly the embodiment of wickedness
and for so long I have been trapped in a deep void never to see where my future lies in the next few chapters
So I have made a promise to myself that when I have reached full capacity of my own self and my mind
I will regain my freedom
For I will not stay cocoon forever
Eleutheromania - definition: an interest and irresistible desire for freedom
68 · Nov 4
words
Ejiro Nov 4
You can say something quite horrible to a person
and that person had already heard those same words over and over again
like a radio station playing the same song on the radio
And no one likes to hear the same stuff repeated to them all day especially when they can’t change the subject to something worth hearing
66 · Nov 9
The ghost writer
Ejiro Nov 9
I have one job
and that is to write your story
my wave of words can be put into long stanzas
I write about you until my hand cramps
and I’ll write until your image shines to the public eye
when your status reaches to the top
I’ll stay behind
I’ll stay behind to clean up the malicious mess that you didn’t want me to write about just so your status doesn’t crumble
you have said and done things that no other being can forgive you for
and I must cover it up with my words of propaganda
Because you would rather want people see your “pure” heart
and not your shallow soul
65 · Nov 27
Hunger consumes us
Ejiro Nov 27
I wanted it so badly
I needed it within my reach
but you knew that already, didn't you?
the glory of knowledge
the power of wisdom in its truest form
the answers of what intelligence can uphold
this is what thrived me
but that feeling soon passed away
and went directly to you instead
with open arms you embraced it
you let it take control
while I watched in the side lines
this type of curiosity was consuming you
but you knew that already, didn't you?
63 · Nov 2
Unconscious mind
Ejiro Nov 2
I’m self aware
And yet my brain sometimes leaves me in a unconscious state of mind
I have seen my wrongdoings played out before and it was not a pretty sight
But I also felt like some wrongdoings of mine have caused damage to my life and it’ll only be too late for me to realize it later on
I have become a judge of my actions
And a witness of what was played out
62 · Oct 21
The hound dog
Ejiro Oct 21
There was an old man who had a dog
It was a great hound dog that had drooled foaming out of his mouth
But for some reason the old man hated the dog because every time he would want to go on his daily walks outside
the dog will immediately follow from behind with a leash in his mouth

During the winter
The old man walked out of the house and the hound dog followed him as usual
Out of annoyance the old man decided to let his dog join him on the walk
They walked across the street from one stop sign to another
Until they reached a wooden bench
The old man sat down to rest his eyes
while the hound dog sat next to his foot

Time passes and the sun begins to set
The old man wakes up from his nap
He picks himself up and when he looks down to his foot the hound dog is gone
Confused he looks around the perimeter searching for the hound dog until he reaches to a street
The hound dog was there laid flat onto the ground but instead of drool that would foam out of his mouth it was blood instead

As the seasons passed on and winter comes by once again
The old man walks out of his house
He takes a few steps out to the sidewalk but when he turns back
The hound dog wasn’t behind him no more
He walks from stop sign to stop sign until he reaches to the bench
He sits down and rummage through his pocket and takes out the leash
He lays the leash next to his foot
then he goes to sleep
and as he starts to snore off
drool foams out of his mouth like a hound dog
59 · Nov 9
Life donation
Ejiro Nov 9
If I can just hold onto the life I have
inside the palm of my hands
and give it away to someone from the past or future who has something more important to live for
then I can end my day knowing that I have done something that will be worth it
But I guess for now
I’ll continue to cry to God one more time
and I'll beg to him one more time
to grant this life donation of mine
Because I can’t just continue running forward
knowing that there is someone else who should be running faster than I could ever run
Ejiro Dec 13
I wake up at 5:03
I want to sleep for a couple more minutes
but I don’t want my alarm to continue screaming at me
I brush my teeth, shower, and stare at my closet
contemplating what to wear today
I decided to dress like a nuisance
I go downstairs trying not to trip and fall
ditching breakfast along the way
almost missing the bus
I save my seat quickly
I put my earphones in and put my volume up to block the noises coming from the couple behind me making out
so I can only hear my music instead
when I arrive at school
a moment of realization hits me
“I forgot to take my meds” I thought

my first 5 classes are bland
and when lunch came I sat with my friends
in the lunch table we were at
to my left I see one of my friends with their ****** boyfriend
spreading their pda all over the table
to my right my other friend was talking to a few nobodies
my last friend had to go to detention because they can’t go one day without being a trouble maker
I was sitting in between
I made up a lie saying “I had to go to a school club” but in reality I just need to clear my head
I went to the library and drift to sleep on a book
but then I got awoken by the Liberian saying lunch has ended
it’s fine though
I didn’t want to eat lunch anyways

When I went to my 6th classes
the geometry teacher hands out a test
before I was really good at geometry
Trigonometry and Pythagorean felt like cartwheels in my brain
but now I just sink my head on my desk
counting down the seconds till the bell rings
when I reach to my last class which was Spanish class
it’s silent and calm
I prefer it that way
so I just memorize Spanish words till the day ends
when I’m the bus ride home
I picked up a book that I “borrowed” from my backpack
it was a poetry book and I read it till my bus stop came

when I got home
I immediately ran upstairs and went to my room
pouring out my tears on my pillow till my eyes felt puffy
then I drift to sleep
but then when night finally came
I was awoken by the sound of my mom and dad
they were arguing again
this was normal
their voices were sword fighting on who gets the last word
their argument awoken everyone else in the family
me, my grandma, my sis, and my grandpa look down from upstairs
watching two people **** each other with words of resentment

I go back to my room
locking my door and rest on my bed
staring at the ceiling
I put my earphones on
blast the volume up so the music can sing into my eardrums
then I daydream into the unknown
Ejiro 4d
I was working all night
my body wanted to go on sleep mode
but I had to resist
soon later I get a call
I answer it and say the same thing I say every single day
“911 what’s your emergency?”
for a couple of minutes, I heard nothing
just static noise coming from the phone
I asked again hoping I get an answer
then I hear small snuffles
as if someone was crying
it was the sound of a woman on the call
“Ma’am is everything okay?” I asked
silence is all I received back
soon later I heard mumbling
“I’m tired….” she mumbles
I can still hear her snuffing
I continue to do what I am informed to do
“Is something wrong?” I asked
she stopped her snuffing and mumbling
“I don’t know anymore…. I think there is something wrong with me...” she said
I started to type on my keyboard
“do you need an ambulance or the police to come to your aid” I replied typing away in my keyboard
“I don't know... but I think I know what I need to do...” she said
I started to hear the sound of footsteps from the call
then the sound of the water was echoing through the phone line
“Ma’am where are you right now” I asked in a serious tone
“I’m at my favorite bridge... but don’t worry I’ll be in another place far better than this bridge” she said in a drained tone
I start putting the pieces together quickly
I send a ambulance and police officers on the way to her location
“ma’am whatever you're doing please resist, help is on the way” I replied with an anxious tone
sweat was running down my face
my heart was pumping in milliseconds
but all I heard was static on the other line
she then replied
“I don’t know if I need help at this point, I’m in a nightmare and I can’t wake up”
I look around the office I was in
no one was on the same shift as me
I was alone
time was ticking for me
but she thinks her time is up
with a heavy heart I said
“Is it okay if you can stay on the line with me”
she said “sure I guess…”
we stayed on the line for a while
for that time period I decided to stop acting like my profession
I start acting like her guide in beginning
then became her friend in the end
throughout our talk she told me everything
about her life, struggles, and her deep thoughts that dwell within
some of them I can relate too
we talk about our opinions about the meaning of life and death
until later I heard the sound of police sirens coming from the call
“well, I guess it’s no use to jump huh, you know I liked our talk, it’s nice to know someone out there who cares” she said softly
I got informed that they removed her out of the bridge safety and took her somewhere safe
the phone line went off after that
I look at the time
its midnight still
before I could even take a sigh of relief
I get another call
I answer and say the same thing I say every single day
“911 what’s your emergency?”
This is meant to be the perspective of 911 dispatcher
(I might make another poem that is on the perspective of the person who made the call)
57 · Oct 25
10 years
Ejiro Oct 25
Someone once told me
where do I see myself in the next 10 years
and I told them
that I'll either become a billionaire
covered with riches and thousands of dollars
mesmerized by other ****** wealthy people
or
become a member of a random cult
mesmerized by a theory that a snob has put inside my head
and covered with a "good outcome " and "safety from the cruel society "
56 · Oct 14
Blossom season
Ejiro Oct 14
If a flower can survive bone chilling winters that turn their leaves into icicles
Groundbreaking floods that make their petals drench
Hot headed tornadoes releasing their wrath upon where they are rooted
Hazard hurricanes shaking their stem until it almost snaps in half
And the glaring sun that beams heatwaves so hot it’ll toast the pollen that was stored within
So, if a flower can survive all those dreadful moments
And still find a way to grow from those experiences
Continuing to blossom like they once did before
Then I don’t see why you can’t too


For it is time for you to blossom
56 · Nov 12
Heaven’s touch
Ejiro Nov 12
I was sitting in the bottomless pits of hell
staring up at the heavens
with rose tinted glasses
as angels hovered down from the heavens and placed their gentle hands onto my cheekbones
several hundred hands from the underworld holding me and pealing my flesh off in a slow steady pace
until the only thing left of me is my throbbing soul
But I wouldn’t know what I have now become until I get lifted towards the heavens
And see my rotting torso decay halfway down below
Ejiro 5d
my mom makes me leave my door open
she doesn’t like it when I lock my it shut
if I do that she knocks gently
telling me to open the door with a very worried tone in her voice
unlike my dad who bangs on my door
as if he is a robber trying to steal a car
I’m now counting down the days till I see a big dent on my door because of him
he slams my door without an alibi
telling me to open the door so he can send me off to do an errand for him
while my mom does have an alibi
when I leave my room door open
my mom will poke her head out
time after time again to check on me
making sure that I haven’t turned myself into a funeral photo that she’ll soak her tears into
crying for answers that she’ll never receive
wondering what she’s has done wrong to make me remove myself from our family legacy for eternity
but that’s not the case
because she didn’t did anything wrong
so I’m ok with having my door left open
because I want her to know that
even if I want to erase my existence at times
I’m still here
my mom knew about my struggles, and even though she can’t relate, she tries to help
53 · Dec 8
Remember me
Ejiro Dec 8
When you come across the city lights
that shimmers in the cool night sky
were the breeze will hum melancholy toons
Remember me
where moths will circle around lanterns and start admiring them but too afraid to touch them with their wings
Remember me
when you look up at the moon
open your eyes upon its magic
that awakens the creatures of the night
roaming through the shadows
looking for their next meal
or looking for a safe place to call their home
Remember me
when you pass a small bakery
that may end up closing for a few minutes
but then you’ll find a smell so delicate it
you can taste the food in your mouth
that’ll warm your heart
and purifies your soul
Remember me
when you find what you are looking for
between the cracks of sorrow
where inner peace dwells within
Remember me
and I’ll continue to remember you forever
51 · Oct 23
Meet " "
Ejiro Oct 23
If all the negativity that is stored inside of me was in a form of an object...
It would be as big as a window frame
and it would be shaped as a spiral that floats around my head to my shoulders
if it was a color it would be a light baby blue that'll also glow in the dark
I shall name it "  "
and the only thought that " " would probably be thinking right now is "Why am I like this"
"  " can take as many forms as it desires
and to be honest I don't like it most of the time
it'll always hover around me during the worst times and even during my happiest moments in life
I don't know if "  " despises me the way I despise it
but since it had been stuck to me for the longest of times
I'm slowly starting to get used to it
50 · Nov 15
9 lives
Ejiro Nov 15
“If I had 9 lives I would spend each of them with you” you said in a cheesy voice
I giggled a little bit but then you asked if I were to have 9 lives what would I do with them
I sit back and think
I would probably say something like “I would try to not to spend my lives so easily as if they were currency”
but to be honest
I would spend each life as if it was its last
and when I do reach my last life
I’ll cherish it like it was my first
49 · Oct 25
The hat man
Ejiro Oct 25
When I lay down on my bed
With my eyes glued to the ceiling
I can sense his presence near
He lurks around my room
And he won’t go away
His body is a shadow
But his eyes are bloodshot red
He wear's a long trench coat that reaches to the ground
And has a fedora on his head
As I tilt my head to the side
I can see him stop in place
He stares at me immediately
We stayed staring at each other for a while
Until he slowly disappears like smoke
I tilt my head back to the ceiling
What was running through my head was that he didn’t try to harm me and I’m glad
But knowing that this wasn’t the first time he showed up at nights like this
I wonder when he’ll stop appearing again
49 · Dec 8
Sophomore heist
Ejiro Dec 8
I had a friend who got cheated on
from a guy who looked like jack the skeleton with starter dreadlocks
and when they broke up it destroyed her for some months until her tears swelled up
one day me and her were walking around the school and we pass this huge billboard with names of the football players for this year and her ex’s name was on there
each football player’s name was written on a metal plate and was stuck on the billboard with screws
she told me that every time she saw his name on there she wanted to just “take it down” so I told her that on the last day of our sophomore year we would do that

on the last day of school
we gathered up our friend group and waited outside of school till it hit midnight
no sign of anyone was in the building
and no cars were outside in the parking lot
so I take out a few tools that I stole from my dad’s toolbox and try to pick lock from the back door while someone held a flashlight
after a few minutes pass it finally worked
and we all tiptoe into the building
giggling and chuckling to the billboard
we all stand in front of it
staring at the names until we found the ex’s name on there shining like silver dust
I position myself to do a piggyback
and my friend leaps onto my back
I raised myself up trying to hold my feet onto the ground while trying not to get wobbly knees and my friend takes a screwdriver from her pocket
one by one she took the screws of and with both of her hands she rips off the name out of the billboard
we all cheered with joy
until we all heard the sound of a security guard running towards us
we all ran as fast as we could
laughing so hard it echoed throughout the hallways in a bubbly toon
after we ran out the building
with no sign of the security guard behind
we stopped in our tracks and catch our breaths while sweat ran down our faces
I looked up at my friend
she still had her ex’s name plate in her hand
she did a slight chuckle and did a big shout to the sky we all shouted glee and laughed until we lost our voices
then we all went our separate ways

I don’t know what my friend was going to do with that name plate
she’ll probably burn it or maybe chuck it over a cliff somewhere
but I know that on that day
we all felt infinite
I’m currently a sophomore right now and my friend told me that we should do this on our last day of our sophomore year, I agreed with the idea
Ejiro Nov 24
everything around me is breathing
I can’t make it stop
the walls are breathing in and out
the floorboards are swirling in spirals
the texture of the stairs
are moving like wave currents
objects that I know for sure aren’t alive
are moving in a slow steady motion
the corners in my walls are sliding back and forth in a wobbly direction
and all I can do is sit back and watch
hoping that everything falls back into place
I know that my house is not breathing
well except for me of course
but one day that would not be the case
Ejiro 4d
I fear to be seen as the person next to me
to act and present myself how society wants me to be seen
never being different in my own way
but I also fear to be the odd one out
to be treated for the way I express myself
becoming singled out from the population as a whole
it's quite interesting when you think about it
wanting to be different
but to also want to blend in with the crowd
so, every day I change myself
switching my persona in a quick flash
just so I can't let this odd fear of mine
to swallow me alive just so I can spit it out
leaving an uncanny taste sizzling in my mouth
47 · Nov 12
The special occasion
Ejiro Nov 12
Today is the day
It is a special day for someone like me
I wake up and dress myself in my favorite color (which is orange)
went to have a delicious meal that satisfied my stomach
and then I continued my day with a smile on my face

Time passes
and I get a phone call from my lover
when I picked up the call
their voice sounded off
"I'm sorry..." she said with a wobbly voice
I assumed that she just forgot that today is my special day
"Aww it's ok, I knew you forgot but it's alright" I said cheerfully
"I want you to know that I still lo-" but then the phone line stopped

The evening came by quickly
and I knew what that the time has finally come
I'll finally obtain my special gift
and I'm excited to receive it soon
as I lay down in my bed
I hear a knock
and two men walked in and one of them told me "It's time to begin the special occasion" and I agree cheerfully
I walk with them to another room that had a glass wall between
I see my other loved ones behind the glass wall, and they were sitting down in chairs of rows and some of them were trying to avoid eye contact with me

There was one chair opposite of the glass wall
In my eyes, it was my throne
And when I sat down, I felt like a king
the two men stand next to me side by side
and one other man walked in with a piece of paper
the man looks at the paper and announced
"Today is the day where this man will put to rest once and for all
he is known for his horrendous crimes of several murders and will be put in the hands of death." he said

The two men strapped my hands onto my throne
and placed something on my head
I didn't know what rested on my head
but it felt like a crown to my name
one of them gripped onto a switch that was next to my throne
and then asked me
"Any last words ******?"
I looked forward into the crowd of faces of my loved ones
some of them had tears in their eyes
and some of them looked down to the ground
I look back at one of the men
and with a smile on my face, I said
"Thank you for giving me this gift"
I close my eyes
the switch goes off
and my special day comes into a shocking close
I tried to write a plot twist for this poem
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