Z - Hello Poetry

Z Dec 2019

Are you dedicated, if yes well you believe in dedication,
Next to further wisdom, spiritual findings and contemplation.
Where you would have the ability to say you're an adult, yes a man or woman,
Say it with meaning and responsibility, because it was given.

As you experience more, your knowledge grows,
More stories to tell and many more children to know.
Don't take adulthood for granted because you can do as you please,
God is in control and he doesn't sleep, blink or sneeze.

The world is big and everyone wants to see it,
It's these times you thank God your in it.
What you worked for will benefit your children,
And income you earn will show in the money you spend.

Benevolence, give back, you have to understand it works both ways,
Always remember you're never here to stay.
So be generous and give without wanting a penny,
Yes life will be hard, and your burdens will be heavy.

Z Dec 2019

Life Phase 2

In life self discovery is very important to us,
We have to search ourselves and figure out who we can trust.
We are never alone, but we are most better without.
Understand yourself first, before you put someone else in doubt.

Entering the enterprises of life and all its adventurousness,
Being curious and brave, its when your life story has its twist.
Knowing what you can do and the limits you can pass,
By passing difficult obstacles and pushing to a life of higher class.

Then early adulthood kicks you in the back,
Hope you have what it takes to kick it back.
Because if you slip or fall and can't get back up,
Well then prepare for pain due to the fact you might be stuck.

Z Dec 2019

Life Phase 1

Birth is first, after conception.
Born with what God blessed you with, no inceptions.
Expectations, love, born in sin but yet not sinful,
So dreadful, poor young child with not an idea of what they're going to be.

Infancy is temporary, unless your childish behavior doesn't fade.
You most enjoy this time because it's not forever.
That's whether, to what's worst and what's better.
Being creative and loving as you are, that heart catcher.

In childhood we play.
Go outside, and we're in the sand all day.
Well, that's boys, girls rather inside with friends or dolls.
Maybe less play is why they mature faster than boys.

Imitation and Education is the next most important step.
As much you learn is the more wisdom, knowledge and understanding you get.
Don't be afraid, but be cautious as ever.
Because many will try you as you improve and get better.

Z Dec 2019

Pain doesn't rhyme

Some people say talking stuff out works to be honest not really when you have to sit every day with a tear in your heart, when every moment you have alone that's all that fills your mind, it makes you cold, it makes you unhappy it makes you furious and you cry. Then you tell yourself that yeah I believe in him/her and they'll change. Truth is that believing they'll change is 50/50 because every time we look at that person we just feel to break down and cry, like over and over, and you keep saying to yourselves that how you say such things like "you love me" and this has me not trusting you, not believing you and accepting anything good that comes out of your mouth anymore. Then we smile it away, this ******* HURTS everyday.

Pain doesn't rhyme.

We try to hide it, and it's not that we want to let go, it's just that you placed so much trust in this one person, that you apposed your siblings, your parents, your friends and anyone else who speak bad about them. You gave them a place you never wanted to give anyone else, you shared things you never wanted to share, you cried in front of them, smiled, laughed and sometimes just ain't do ****. And it all just breaks apart after all this time why should I trust you again, will you change, are you lying or will you be honest, FULLY honest, what are your choices now, what will you do to regain. It's hard for either man or woman, it emotionally, spiritually, physically, mentally breaks you in pieces.

Pain doesn't rhyme.

Even when you reach that point where everything is back on a level of faithfulness, commitment, loyalty and true love, that tear remains, that hurt remains, and your heart tells you fix it with that same person. So we will get to pass it someday. I'm getting pass it, some day.
Help me please, help mend the tear you create.

Z Dec 2019

White Smoke

"Cancer patient, no smoking", doctor said.
No, he couldn't, white smoke made black lungs and now the patient's dead.

Life a year before, he smiles walking down the streets, hey what's up folks,
Cigarette in his mouth, he pulls in and you hear him cough and chokes.
Laughing loud telling stories and having jokes,
And he knows and realized the poke of damage the white smoke has on his throat.
That has him tied down like a stringed goat.

Up and down, exhausted real quick, out of breath and his lips dry on the tips,
But he never listened or took the tip, to stop smoking, "Dude you got to quit."
Exhale, the cancer patient after he just sighs, laughs, spits and lick his lips,
Telling the guy "No bro smoking is the ****."

Later down that year, close to that point where he no longer exists,
Still with the pack in his pocket and a cigarette between his finger tips,
Without the doubt of death and without the knowledge, he was at risk.
Regardless, he awoke every day taking it in vain.
Insane, like taking propane, literal high grade,

Laying on a bed of affliction in pain, head shot to the brain,
Serious temple hurting, and a rocking migraine that made him realize that,
He will no longer be alive, not anymore.
White smoke wiped him out of existence, no sunlight and long walks ever again.

"Cancer patient, no smoking", doctor said.
No, he couldn't, white smoke made black lungs and now the patient's dead.

Z Dec 2019

Regaining Strength

Feelings fade, memories replayed.
Drop dead in bed, dreams begin, so sweet I begin to sin,
Lust, agony, amazing love and abilities to fly,
Dreaming phases and in phases I can't die.
Standing in mid-air, light flare, eyes full of joy tears.
Never would I want to leave and I inhale the breeze then exhale and sneeze.
Amen! I scream so happy and prosperous in my dreams.
Never did I seem to unlikely have a Queen.
So beautiful so pure and clean as I imagine her on my team.
Standing on sand, the beach so clear and has a blue beautiful scene,

I guess it would be nice making her my wife, but it's my dreams, it's not real life.
Panic, demons interrupt, and I try to make them stop.
Get out, stay away, get the **** out of my head.
They laugh and reply saying they're not leaving until I'm dead.
So a battle to regain my strength, God and his Evil son at war,
Hearts bursting, earth filled with blood and bodies of many fallen angels with tears of claws,
She comes the she goes over the sun, rain and snow.
Tipping on her toes, because she doesn't want me to know.
Her love may not be mine, no not mine to keep, so I whisper to my pillow and wipe my tears in my sheets.
In pain no more smiles, the dream dies,
Exit in gun play, blood stains and marrow drains,

No one can help not ever her, not like she could anyway.
Heavy dents in a room called 666, with no air vents.
So many doors, hideous faces on the walls with an insane number of claws,
Like they're getting through, no maybe they're getting in,
In this dream at least, but why I feel it under my skin.
And I ravel, twist and I turn and moan because I'm not at ease.
Please oh Lord please I plea, rolling shaking in agony,
My Queen left, my dream crashed and now the demons is going to get me.
A sudden headache, so I hold my head and squeeze in my face.
I'm regaining strength, and subtracting void from my space.
Filling it with light, water and all elements to make my world where my Queen can come back, my dreams restart and the demons disappear at last.

Z Dec 2019

Suicide

I can't take it no more; I'm tired of being victimized,
I want to disappear because I'm fed up of life and being criticize.
Every day I memorize the strategies for the way to end my life.

Suicide?!

I'm exhausted of trying, fighting, loving and be loyal to so much people.
Because as beautiful a smile and as loving the words, they'll prove to be evil.
Or just has evil intentions, but who's inventions, should have been my prevention.

Suicide?!

Maybe, maybe not... yet
Sit inside wondering how to not fret and let go of regret.
Yet, I'm in the world where bullies don't care and I'm their little pet.
Well kept, and their lives all set, well **** life and how's death.

Suicide?!

Yup it's my time, time to go,... Bye...You won't care anyways.
While God gets less every minute the devil, get six times the amount every day.
Then they say, then they sit, then they hang, drown, cut their throat or slit their wrist.
Knowing they just took the risk, where they would no longer exist,
But what the hell, of course that's where they're going, a statement in head,
At least there are no pain, no bullies, no cheaters, no wrong doers when your dead.

Suicide yup already did!!