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Kyle Jacob Nov 2015
Glowing with sadness
Bright with grief
I, was born a hero
I shouldn't leave this world a thief

I was broken and hurting
I didn't want to see you cry
I was filled to the brim with tumors
It was ensured that I would die

So when I see you blubbering
I wonder why you weep
The memories and stories made
Are there for you to keep

Our love it wasn't perfect
And now your heart lay on the floor
But the time in our infinity
Well, I couldn't have asked for more

So instead of staying silent
And laying down to die
Take your heart and leave
Please go, be free
So I may fly into the light
This is a poem about two people in love. However in the midst of their happiness, tragedy strikes and one of them is taken because of cancer. The other in turn is left broken, and unable to move forward. This is the plea of the lover who's passed on for their partner to move on and try to be happy again, that way they can head to heaven (Or whatever you believe in.) in peace.
Kyle Jacob Oct 2014
Look at us, black, white, and all colors alike
Sitting around, and thinking of life
The beautiful colors, and when they'll all fade
The day we fall into a slumber, from which we won't awake
We'll slip and we'll fall, we will rest alone
Surrounded by a world unknown
Silent as the past now fades
Brings you down, as you cry and ache
Do give up, please let go
For those colors will soon fade, I know.

Yet if somehow you do awaken
Don't be surprised to see the world mistaken
Broken down and rearranged
The people in it, now deranged
the colors once so bright and bold
Have faded out, and remain no more
The beauty of it all is gone
You realize you don't belong
But don't give up, or walk away
For the colors will return one day
This began as a simple poem I was writing for english class, and turned into something more for me. It is explaining suiccide, overdosing, and depression. It is talking about how at first everything is so amazing, and beautiful in life, however that thought of giving up is always lingers in your mind. For some it's very powerful, causing them to over time, become weaker and fall apart more and more until they are unable to continue. Pushed to the brink, and near the end. Then it goes on to say that when you're at your lowest, you need to think about the light at the end of the tunnel. And some of you might say it's not there, but i'm telling you; If it's not there yet, it will be soon. You just need to hold on to see it.
Kyle Jacob Oct 2014
In my closet lie my secrets
Shackled in shame, as they huddle in the darkness
Fearful of being spilt out for the rest of the world to see
Yet silent and unwavering, as they force courage upon themselves
Hopeful that they may remain hidden in the cobwebs which hang inside
But knowing that one day they may somehow be released
Forced to leave their prison of safety, as the truth is revealed
As the skeletons spill from the darkness
And the secrets from my past come back to haunt me
I don't really know how to explain this, other than by just saying that everyone needs to be honest. But don't just be honest with yourself. Be honest with your friends, family, and everyone you care about. Hope you guys like this poem. If you do please follow, and click the like button. Thank you guys. :)
Kyle Jacob Oct 2014
She felt ugly, from the inside and out
Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself
She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror
The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure
She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself
The craving that built up inside, did anything but help
The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen
Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened
Finally she realized, she was beautiful before
As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more
The beauty of self image is represented in this poem, through the insecurity of  your average girl. Now I wanted to write about this, because it's so common nowadays for girls to be insecure with themsellves. To be unhappy with how they look no matter how beautiful they really are. And i'm here to tell you, that if you think your ugly, then you need to think again, because you are beautiful no matter what size, shape, color, etc you are. You are perfect in your own way. :)
Kyle Jacob Oct 2014
The rubble lay out, along the broken path
And our dreams sit in dissaray
Imprisoned in a land of destruction
We manage to evade the flames
We hope one day we will be freed
For curiostiy now controlls us
In a land where the wreckage is stacked miles high
Hope is all we can hold onto
Hold onto your hope.

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