It's the pen-equipped rebel, real nutty like pistachios.
Never looking back at the past, or the path he chose,
Tries to keep his passion stowed, but it's such a challenge,
When the world's attacking me, I'm never taking damage.
I use words to my advantage, and the ink stains are my varnish,
Shielding me from any weak attempts to try and tarnish me.
I can weather any weather, whether worse snowstorms or better.
I think I got this poem thing to a Tee just like the letter.
I can turn a pebble to a mountain,
One rebel to a thousand,
Cut myself and bleed, turn my death into a fountain, of youth..

30 DPC #21

Rebirth and Overdose

I drink too many toxins,
I can't sleep.

I'm feeling way too boxed in,
Sides too steep.

Don't give me the rope just yet,
I might do something I regret,

And use the rope to run away
and just forget.

**Remixed from the work of Aliza Eliora, and her poem, Overdose.

We are beacons of light,
Shining in the dark.
Little bits of hope,
All we can do is embark,
and try to change the world.
The burden isn't light.
But it's not always easy doing what you think is what's right.
We must persevere, and try to never give in,
We're all rays of divine light shining without limit.

Where am i going? The prophet slash poet,
I'm leaving my past, but I live in the moment
and don't I know it, I used to be such a *******.
Now I work hard and take classes that I know I must pass,
God, and how I must have, seen the better in me,
vividly in a dream seen a real epiphany,
A brand new me, I'm a better man now, maybe
I can't tell but I've been through the fires in hell,
Won't tuck my tail in, won't fail and
I swear I'll tell my tale and
when the world comes crashing down on me, I just inhale in.
**Proper and obscene
A scholar with a scheme,
No baller and no green.
just a dollar and dream. that's it.

It's sad, something that looks beautiful to most,
Can mean pain and suffering to others that are close.
You can paint a pretty picture,
Pretend that he won't hit you.
Say its not an issue,
'Till you're crying into tissues.
And when the sun's down,
And the picture gets more dark.
Your brain implodes,
And splatters like a rorschach.
Keep the ignorance and silence in your mouth.
And don't keep lookin inside from the out.

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 ******* 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.

To the moral of the story, I can be your trickster
You can be my missy, I can be your mister,
Let me be the twister, be the wind all around me,
surrounding, raging a storm and astounding,
A maelstrom of air compounding, breeze by breeze,
leaves on trees, you can dance on me,
and we, can see, our future so clearly, vividly,
creating a 'you and me' into 'we'.
thus, simply, living contently.

It's love,
There's no mistake.
I wanna scream and shout.
And tell everyone I have found.
True love.

I'll always keep her close, She smells just like a rose,
One word to describe her, it's perfection, I suppose.
But words do her no justice, or pictures furthermore.
How do you explain what you've never seen before?
Like the sun she glows, she's my very soul,
Be together till the end, I'll never let you go.

You make my day, my evening and my night,
You could be my princess, I could be your knight.
It feels soo wrong, but you make me feel right.
You're my inspiration, the reason that I write.

If kissing you would lead me to my death,
I'd gladly lose my life and kiss you with my last breath.
And if you ever doubt it, you can try and test me.
You'd call it suicide but I'd say that it's a blessing.

Time heals all, a sad misconception.
Considering I always see your face in reflections.
It's never easy, when I see your face mixed with mine.
It's like the mirror constantly reminds
me of a time,
When I could smile more with ease,
No sign of a struggle,
Nowadays, I do it just to please,
what a bother.
And it's exhausting, so when I really stop and I think.
All I can bring myself to do is bleed out in ink.

Your face is etched in my mind,
And I hold it so dear.
So much so, that no photo of you is more clear.
Because a photo is still,
But in my mind, you're alive
So if I'm ever feeling ill,
I think of you to survive.
But the ugly truth is that you'll forever sleep.
But part of you is with me in the necklace I keep.
Cuz in it are the ashes of a beautiful soul,
So I can't help it when I think of you now and weep.
And if this poem's too deep,
I give no sorry or plea,
Cuz, see, maybe then you'll get a glimpse of life now for me.

I kept two of your caps,
Out of sadness, perhaps,
Whenever I try them on,
a rain falls down on my lap.

One hat you wore last when,
you blew the candles of the cake,
Of your very last birthday, the thought alone makes me break.
But the other is much worse,
I swear I write this while crying,
Because the other hat,
is the same one that you died in.

I overheard two kids talking,
They say the darndest things,
In the span of 5 minutes, they were laughing, crying, arguing.
They argued about who was faster,
They laughed at jokes I didn't get.
They whispered plenty secrets,
Double-dared and made some bets.
"I can run around you a million times in two minutes"
"But I have a glue that slows you down,
The more you run around in it"
"Mr. Fernandez, you have to pick!
Him or me, who is faster?
"Don't look at me, I'm not getting in the middle of this matter.
You both need to solve this.
Don't fight or throw a fit.
"Okay, fine! I got it, we'll play tag then and you're it!
And as they ran off laughing,
That's when I realized.
They're just kids but they know what it means to truly be alive.

How I miss you so, no poem could describe it,
As hard as I could try it,
There's no way that I could hide it,
If anyone would ask me,
There's no way that I'd deny it.
I'm still in love with you,
Of this one thing, I'm so sure,
I'm losing my composure,
My thoughts are hardly kosher,
My heart is still like posters,
I've been through ups and downs,
My heart is on a roller coaster.

All I ask is how?
To have you near me now,
I'd give my life away
Such a meager price to pay.

How I miss you so, no poem could describe it,
As hard as I could try it,
There's no way that I could hide it,
If anyone would ask me,
There's no way that I'd deny it.
I'm still in love with you,
Of this one thing, I'm so sure,
I'm losing my composure,
My thoughts are hardly kosher,
My heart is still like posters,
I've been through ups and downs,
My heart is on a roller coaster.

All I ask is how?
To have you near me now,
I'd give my life away
Such a meager price to pay.

We have the kind of love, most people spend their whole lives,
Searching for and rarely find,
What a sight for sore eyes,
And these eyes only see you,
What a sight to take in.
You put my heart together, when I swore that it was breaking.
Now I've a debt to pay,
and I'm not scared to say that,
I don't mind if it takes my entire life to pay back.

Together, it'll be okay,
When life gets us down, I know it sounds cliche, but
What can I say?.. it's true.
All we need for life, is me and you
..well, I guess money wouldn't hurt.

It's been a while, I had to recharge my batteries,
Get up off my battered knees,
And give in to my better needs.
The ones that I could not control,
nor did I really wanna,
To think I'd find someone to finally start my 'once upon a'.

It's cheesy. I know so.
But pleasing, and oh so,
Amazing, can't contain this love that I have for her whole soul.
She's the only thing that matters.
Let us start the chapter,
That will lead us both together to the happy ever after.

I remember, road trips in the astro,
Times were always great but the trips were never fast though
Such a hassle, wishing it'd be faster,
Looking like a box turtle, moved just as slow.
We'd leave almost every weekend in the summer,
I never thought any of the trips we took were ******,
In my mind were fun, they probably were funner,
Man, we loved that van, what I'd do for another.

Many great times, sand, beach and sun
Some taboo nights, lustful and fun
Thanks for the times, van,
****, what a run.

Even to this day, I still think about the times,

That i held you in my arms and I looked you in the eyes.

Many seasons passed, still I keep you in my heart,

Losing you was stupid but we both played each our part.

Many nights, I wake up, panting, break out in a sweat,

Your smiling face and gorgeous eyes, now how could I forget?

Remember back, when we first met, you'd come find me at work?

I couldn't tell but later knew, we'd both flirt back and forth.

And honestly, i was surprised, a girl like you liked me??

That's when i stopped and thought about what you and me might be.



Took me a minute but soon I got a name and seven digits,

And promised you that I would call as soon as work was finished.

We'd conversate and contemplate, things were going great.

Your voice alone was soothing but now im thinkin 'wait'

Could this be a dream? I put those thoughts way back in mind.

When you'd speak to me, I would lose all track of time.

Seconds turned to hours, hours into days.

For now the time was ours, so lets not let it waste.



I was convinced as time went on, I knew you were the one.

You were my life, my everything, my star, you were my sun.

We were both king and queen, together, we would rule

You could grade our love on every subject in school.

Cuz I really loved her, her and all her crazy ways.

Our chemistry was perfect and we'd get a perfect A.

History, we aced it, and mathematics, easy.

Cuz one plus one, is one, we knew together that's what we'd be.

English a no-brainer but spanish was kinda harder.

We took phy ed and passed, then we took it a little farther.

I studied every inch of her, it was my favorite class.

She'd test me every day and every single day i'd pass.

She was the one, even a blind man could see.

Alone I am one half, she's the other part of me...

Remember the past? man, those were the days,
Where the hardest decision was what games we would play.
Our biggest worries were scraped knees and curfews,
Now we have to worry bout late fees and work blues,
We'd get our boo-boos kissed and healed by our mothers,
And spend countless hours playin Mario with my brothers.
those were the times, I wouldn't trade it for the world.
My childhood was awesome, I can't put it into words.

Sometimes I question, what's the purpose to my writing?
But when readers compliment me, I can't help but keep on smiling.
The answer's pretty simple, I write because I love it.
Creating art and beauty, masterpieces built from nothing.
To me it's so exciting, one of my many passions.
A world without the poet's very morbid to imagine.
The world would be so different and it would've gone to waste,
All the poetry I've ever written, gone, and lost in space.
But I'm glad that's not the case,
I can't help but be amazed,
Since my poems started trending, there's a smile on my face.
They've been here from the start and also passed the test of time,
Broken through the fourth dimension,
All this with simple rhymes.
I try to shed some light into this world that's very dark.
So hello world, I hope that when I leave, I've left my mark.

I've grown too sick and tired
Building ire, flames and fire from my hearth,
They feed the inner struggle, daily rumbles, jumbled in my heart,

At times, I lose myself, both in the moment and the essence,
I just wanna be, like Common, but my sense, it lessens me,

I called Death, weak and dying, I arose from fading ashes,
I've learned to live my life more as the present passes.

Hay mucha negatividad.
No tanta caridad
Porque no todo el año?
Porque hacernos daño?
Hasta los amigos mas cercanos se convierten en extraños
And I don't understand it,
What's wrong with this planet?
Why is there such evil?
If there's a God then why'd he plan it?
El hombre ha matado mucho mas que cualquier cancer.
There's way too many questions,
And not nearly enough answers.

They pull the strings behind the scenes, they think themselves queens and kings controlling everything.
And we're the poor pawns that fawn on and on and on, day to day, from dusk til dawn.
We need to stop the cycle. No, we HAVE to stop this cycle. Get off the bike, though, we might not like to, Because we're prisoners and though we're lacking actual shackles, our rights are *** backwards, and the rulers are money-hungry psychos.
We the people pay the price,
The price for living paid in pain and constant suffering,
Nothing's really what it Seems,
And no one Sees because We numb ourselves through drugs and Vicodins,
Pill-poppers, downers, uppers,
Blunt-puffers, paint huffers,
Wrist cutters, coke snuffers,
Methamphetamine intravenously-injecting stupid *******.
Drug smugglers, crack stuffers,
Mother struggles, baby suffers,
Speed lovers, glass crushers,
We numb it all so no one bothers.
but sitting comfy at the summit,
Watching the planet plummet,
Are the ones pulling the strings behind the show.
The ones without a soul.
The ones behind it all, yet few of us do know.
It's time we all wake up, stop confirming to the rules, it's time we cut these strings and put the people in control.

You bring life to my words,
And meaning to my life.
When I think of us, I can't help but feel so right.
I have never felt like this,
This feeling's kind of strange,
But I welcome it with open arms,
And hope it doesn't change.
This must be what they call love,
What a weird phenomenon.
Like deja vu, like deja vu,
Like glue I'm stuck, the drug I'm on,
With just benefits, zero side effects or repercussions.
The cause of open-ended, never ending deep discussions.
And all I know is this...
This feeling feels like nothing else.
You reside in the same spot where my beating passion dwells.

Can someone please explain?
The world has gone insane.
Where have our morals gone?
Near-extinct, dare I say?
The radio is filled,
With people of low skill,
That speak only of ***, power, hundred-dollar bills.
*** is everywhere,
None of it's subliminal.
No one even cares,
Self-respect is on a minimal.
Just look at bars and clubs,
The behavior there is criminal.
Women dressing up,
Dumbing themselves down.
Women dress like *****.
Guess that's the norm now.
But that shouldn't be the way,
Now don't you miss the days?
When we would compliment the cheeks on a woman's face?

I came into existence the 12th of February.
Blessed, guess it was hereditary.
Both tryin to be something,
Literally came with nothing,
My parents heard the negativity,
... But thought none of it.
My mother was so strong.
Though she was faced with doom.
She grit her teeth and pulled through,
And held me deeply in her womb.
My father persevered, shed tears and blood and sweat,
Yet if I ask him now, I know there's nothing he regrets.
So bless their hearts and souls, because everything's ok.
They're the reason that I'm standing here today.

What are my favorite things?
Where do I begin?
It's hard to cut the list down, to my favorite ten
Naturally, at the top, I have my friends and family.
I appreciate them all,
my friends, thanks for having me.
Parents and my siblings, they don't have much choice,
But we put each other first, we come together and rejoice.
And where would we all be if we were all, without love?
It's when I feel the hate, that it's love I'm thinking of.
Cuz love is ever-present, deeply felt and omnipo-tent,
And between that and hate, love will always be my choice and,
With love comes this feeling, it's what the doctor ordered.
For any kind of healing, you should always pay it forward.
Cuz even if you're broke,
you can always give.
I swear that it's no joke, tis the only way to live.
It's the small things that count.
That really make my day.
They bring the sunshine out when we're seeing skies of gray.
We focus so much on life, we forget what really matters.
It's work for life, or loving life,
We should focus on the latter.
All work and no play,
makes life pretty boring.
I play video games and love music, they paint the bestest stories.
I love this sport so much,
some think I'm off my rocker,
So if you really know me, you'll know I'm talking about soccer.
I love all kinds'a food, but nothing beats mexican cuisine
And if you haven't tried some, then where the hell have you been?
It's heaven in your mouth,
Paradise allurin',
And nothing in the world,
can beat my momma's cooking.
Last but not least,
there's Holly, my one and only.
With her in my life, I will never again feel lonely.
She makes life worth living, loves me so, I love my life.
Knowing that one day I'll be her groom, she'll be my wife.

What you talkin **** for? Baby, why ya mad?
Face it, it's the TRUTH, I'm the BEST  you've ever had!
I stuck with you, with all the pain you brought.
Are you mad that you cheated? or mad that you got caught?!?
Don't deny it, I'm naive, not stupid,
My heart got shot, too bad it wasn't Cupid
And that arrowhead was filled full of venom.
Your friends can think whatever, I don't care what you tell 'em
Cuz we know the truth, so trust me, I am done.
You should check your watch...
..It's time to move on.

So free, together we can be. you and me, whenever, we can make some memories. I can be your king and you could be my queen, forever, and ever in a dream, so be my everything, and I swear ill do the same. We'll be in harmony, so together we'll remain.

They say good things come,
to those of us that wait.
Some pay no attention to it,
Some others call it fate.
But I guess there is some truth,
to having a little patience.
Cuz you showed up and easily surpassed all expectations.
That made the wait so worth it,
There's no way, nowhere no forces,
That could separate me from a being that's so perfect.
So if I had to, I'd wait again.
Wait longer than Roman Rory,
I'd wait as long as I needed,
for the chance to start our story.

I'm lower class..
Like K4 in elementary.
The things I write tend to make some people sorta scared of me.
But I don't write for you,
I speak what's on my mind.
Half of you don't see the truth,
yet none of you are blind.
Bravery or common sense is not something I lack,
I can write you novels with both hands behind my back.
In fact now, I assure you,
if given the chance, with these hands, I could do much more than Bush did for Iraq.
So don't believe the lies,
Lift the veil up from your eyes,
The media brainwashes us,
Let's realize and stop it.
Swath it
I'm a poet with no profit,
If I'm insane now, in a decade, I'm a prophet.

Tell me, where do I begin?
I guess I'll start by saying that to me you are a 10
Simply divine, I'm blessed that you are mine,
I swear that when I kiss you I feel like I'm on cloud 9.
There's no debate, call it destiny or fate.
You would not believe the amount of butterflies I 8.
My pretty angel, when you smile, heaven sings.
For you, I'll gladly commit, all 7 deadly sins.
I wanna build my life with you, you could take your pick,
Till infinity or beyond? Between five kids or 6?
Around you, I seem to lower my defenses
I take my time and make use of all 5 of my senses.
Everything feels so perfect to me, now more than ever.
Do the math, add me plus you, that equals love 4ever.
You and me, and a baby, a family of 3,
2 parts of a whole, you're the other half of me.
So my dear, to make it clear, you're second place to none
It's plain to see, so obviously, to me, you are the 1.

When times are great,
We never ask ourselves why.
We often say that we deserved it,
but that's just a lie.
And when we're feeling down,
When you just wish you could die,
That's when you start to question your position and purpose in life.
You start to question your past,
And grow afraid of your future.
You regret that though choices were vast,
The ones you made were not super.
An optimist won't worry,
they say "It'll all fall in place".
A pessimist feels buried,
Guilty, like a lost case.
I don't know what to think.
and I don't have any answers.
Half my thoughts are scattered ink trails, rain from rambling ranter.
When it comes to life and purpose,
If you were to ask me,
I'd tell you we're all exactly, where we're all meant to be.

A lonely boy, writing in a cell,
Introverted silence, trapped in mental hell,
Surprised he isn't mad yet, his soul is very brave,
Sooner or later, probably sooner, he will cave.
The weight of the world on his shoulders is too heavy,
Though he tries to keep it calm, it's hard to keep it steady,
He teeters on the borderline of sane and going crazy,
To think of just how strong his bright mind is, is quite amazing.
But the answer's clear, he's sane cuz of the pen,
Though used to being solitary, poetry's his friend.
Often lost in thought, and always deep in writing.
Cutting through the hearts of readers, it is kind of frightening.
His art is beautiful, what this young kid does with synonyms,
Because he realizes poetry makes dreaming limitless.

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.