Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
*******
You don't let me do ****
I have no freedom
I can't see my love
Because if you
I don't do ****
Because of you
*******
I want to leave
Move out
What if I do that
It would be your fault
You ran me off
They can tell you
"It's not you fault"
I'm here to tell you
It's all your fault
So *******, *****
As soon as I'm 18 I'm leaving
Moving out
You won't see me for a while
And keep it in your mind
That it's your fault you lost a son
That's why on of them
Doesn't talk to you as it is
Because you do nothing for him
Well I need clothes
I've needed them for month
I need money for school
I need books, pens, shoes and more
I've needed it for months
But do you help?
No I get the money some how
I'm 15 I can't have a job
But I get the money some how
All you do it is buy your pills
And buy for your little baby
My 10 year old sister
So *******.
Your nothing but a dope headed *****
 Feb 2014 Brandon Cook
Prodige
Everywhere I go

people seem to follow.

They’re just sitting there.

Watching,

Waiting for me to slip up.

For most people

it has to be done a few times.

But for me,

it’s that first hit that gets me hooked-

That one taste,

that seals my fate.



It seems no matter how hard I try

the urge overwhelms and consumes me-

Like a beast in the night

showing no mercy towards its blind prey.

It’s just that every time I plan something,

every time I try to do something for my family,

it all turns wrong.

Not because I was unable to

but because I slipped up.

I slipped up.



I should have walked away

when I saw them light up that first cigar.

I should have said “No”.

But instead I sat there and lit up my fate-

Gave up my life.

I’d be a miracle if my family forgave me.

I’ve put them through so much pain,

and I just want to say,

“I’M SORRY!”

“I’M SORRY!”



I wish I could do it all over-

take the better path.

I suppose I shouldn’t live my life

dwelling in the past.

My mother always told me,

“Live life in the present

for the past has passed.”

I didn’t understand what she meant at first,

but now my eyes are open to all of life’s treasures.

Life is always changing-

And it’s never too late for that!

NEVER!
This poem was inspired by the struggle someone most dear to me has overcome. The urge can be tempting...but dangerous.
 Feb 2014 Brandon Cook
Prodige
No, I don’t like watermelon.

No, I didn’t beat on my girlfriend.

No, I didn’t drop out of school-

Wait, wait, wait.

Who are you?

Okay.

Now, do you even know who I am?

Uh, huh.

So let me get this straight,

you walked over here,

not knowing who I was,

assuming that I liked watermelon,

beat on my girlfriend,

and dropped out of school-

And it’s all because I’m black?

You know what,

people like you are what’s wrong with society today.

You’re too dumb-

stupid-

ignorant-

too weak-minded to think for yourself.

No, I understand that this is what you were told,

but if you believed

everything you were told,

who’s really the dummy-

Who’s really the inferior one?

So next time you just assume

something about someone,

please at least get to know them.

You see,

everyone’s not like me-

calm and understanding.

If you walked up to anyone else

and asked them the same thing-

I would say “I told ya so”,

but that would be rude.
I'll die
We all do
Most die of stupidity
Some die peacefully
Not me
I'll die on my terms
I'll fight for my freedom
I'll fight for my girl
I'll fight for her daughter
I'll fight for my family
You hit me
You better pray
I go down and don't get up
If I do
You better run
I'll fight
I'll never back down
I won't win because I'm the biggest
I won't win because I'm the strongest
I'll win because
I have something worth fighting for
I'll go down swinging
I'll die with my finger on the trigger
First I'm a *****
With no filter
Not carrying about others

Then I'm anti social
I don't say enough
I hide

I hide because I'm scared
Scared that you will leave me
I'll b alone again

I don't think I could handle another parent leaving
Because of me
I know I'm not perfect

I would never lie and say I was
But I won't keep changing me
For you

Make up your mind
Choose which ME you want see
I'm terrified of what will happen
When you realize I'm not what you fantasized
I don't know why I can't just put aside my pride
Maybe I'm scared

Scared i'll be discarded
When you get what you wanted
Because then I'll be haunted and terrified
That someone will see the lies
Which I hide inside

My mind won't be changed
Even if you claim nothing will change
I would blame myself for being weak
Not just weak at the knees like you make me
For Helen
who wrote it first,
who wrote it better,
and in doing so,
makes me see more clearly
the why

~~~~~~~~~

no poem should ever be untitled
every face needs a name
every poem needs just
one read for completion,
but more than that, it is
a orphan still, deserving of,
due the
entitlement to be titled,
a parenting of sorts

what was the thought that born it
what was the emotion that conceived it
what was the sight that demanded sharing

this is the age of summary and synthesis,
140 and not one more,
so give direction, enable me to make
snap judgements, with so much on my plate,
we must predigest your concepts,
my multi-tasking slowed to levels unacceptable,
so I can adjudge you,
you worker poet,
before or never reading
after all,
why read anything untitled

more than this however,
for the few who chew
each morseled vowel,
ken each constant consonant,
celebrate stanzas that halt the breathing
and then,
god bless the whole child,
flaws and all,
they more than anyone deserve
your consideration in return

for the title is the essence spark
of you
and all the more so
of what you have
  chosen *to share
of your essentials
After I wrote this I stumbled on the far superior, righteously angry version

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/559624/i-refuse-to-read-a-poem-

An aside: growing up you read I was just called "The Brother."
Even today when some calls me by my first name, it is a sudden shocking to my system.
Don't go as far as to lie to her
Allowing poison to drip from your lips building up hope as each word slips off your tongue  
Shooting her soul with promises and disguised scorn for a girl you don't want in your world but who will follow you like a lost puppy
Because she was lost in herself
Lost in feelings
Of seeing you everyday and believing
That you were worth it
All but kneeling at your feet yet you don't speak - knowing
The strings to her heart you are holding
And you're holding her captive like a puppet
I wonder if you know she's not a strumpet
I wonder if you could hear her heart
Hear it thumping
Knowing it beats for you

Don't go as far as to deny
The feelings you felt when you first saw her smile
Heard her laugh, looked in her eyes
That shone brighter than the brightest stars in the skies  
Filled with undeniable warmth
That have now turned cold
To your voice your name your touch
As she realized her warm wasn't enough
To keep the heat off her cheeks when she felt the back-burner's scorch
Once quick to dote, now quick to ignore
Another rag left on the shelf

Don't go as far as to lie
Not to her, but about her
Destroying the trust that's no longer valuable
To hold in in your hand and cherish
Soiling her name
Making up for your anger shame confusion
Baffled she had the voice to diffuse the message that read
"I'm done"

Don't go as far as to miss her
When you notice her not noticing you
Seeming to others admirably bulletproof
You the only one knowing she can be vulnerable
Unable to look away as emotions begin to stir
Slowly your mind connects to your mouth to create words and the first one to form is :
Beautiful
Wanting to crawl as you feel it in your chest
Like the bullet of your words that hit her confidence
When you said you didn't want her

Don't go as far as to say you're sorry
Once you've realized you hurt someone who could make your day brighter not by dancing with angels but by making you smile and silencing your demons
While every bone in your body fills with regret and your jaw clenches
Trying to find words to change the situation
But there aren't enough words in the world
Words can hurt and once they're said or overheard, they can constantly circle in someone's head until it drives them crazy. Or they become tired and eventually say **** it .
difficulty strikes
and you run
turning tail
sailing away
far away

far away
no words could sway
your inner pain
support dismissed
kissed goodbye

hurt not yet realized
outer shell sterilized
showered in luxuries
surely you will someday realize
that little girl u beat
would grow up with inner heat

this heat would grow
growing never fading
the father who was never present
fueling that heat

are you honestly shocked I chose her over you?
she may be a *****
but she would never ditch
leaving because of disagreements
always staying

supporting
punishing
training
for the future
finer things not present
and not important
struggling but staying

you gave up the right
and the sight
of that scared little girl
growing into a young woman

oh! you think the way im being raised is wrong?
that's ok!
you have no say
she's doing a bad job is she!?
like you could have done better?
ha! that's funny!
you fail to realize I have changed
and you are to blame

that shy sweet girl is gone
never to return
ashes long since burned
makes your stomach churn
missing all these milestones

but you were absent
it may have been a god sent
that anger never present
personality never suppressed
all because of your issues

pregnant by 16 you say?
im smarter than you think
freedom doesn't equate to mistake
why make this complaint?
as if you cared

did guilt rear its face?
its about time you showed humanity
worry less about vanity
its harmful to your sanity
wishing for clarity

your absence not forgotten
used to strengthen
you were absent
u don't even realize
you will struggle worse that I
I have few memories of you
you will miss me
its not my fault you ran like a *****
 Feb 2014 Brandon Cook
Prodige
I have spent most of
my life under a cloak of insecurities.
Never thinking I was good enough.
Always putting on this show
that I didn't care what
others thought of me.
But in reality,
every word,
every slang,
every criticism targeted towards me
seemed to make my soul
sink deeper into a pit of despair.
"Why me," is all I ask.
Why pick me to be the
victim of a bunch of homophobic
idiots who aren't even proud
of themselves?
A bunch of fools who's only goal
in life is to get amusement from the
despair and suffering of others.
It's sad really.
Just to think someone
who knows how it feels,
knows how it is to
be an outcast; how it is
to have people not want
to be around you;
just because you're different,
would treat someone
with such hatred.
Would treat someone so unfairly,
it makes them feel worse about themselves
than they already do.
It saddens me to think
someone would be so heartless.
I am often pressured into changing
what I am-
who I am.
I can not change who I am.
It is not a choice,
it is a part of me.
And I am not going to change
who I am just to please
someone else.
This is who I am.
This is who I will always be.
This Is Me!!!
Next page