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I keep hoping
Maybe you'll come to your senses
Realize where you messed up
Apologize for your choices
I keep thinking
I think too much
About everything you say
Every stupid touch
Searching for excuses
Looking for words to cover my hope
And the fact that I gave up long ago
Or the lie that knows I didn't
I get angry
When I see you get depressed
over something that would've never caused you stress
If you had only considered another choice
I keep checking
To see if there's a poem that might mean
You're possibly thinking about me
An idea I know to be insane
Because you had a chance to be with me
And like everyone else
You threw it away
It ***** when you know you should be someone's first choice.. But a part of you just wants to be considered a choice at all. Oh well. Let me continue being awesome
I stand there alone
wondering if things are ever going to change
I stand there like a statue made of stone
I wait and I wait till your in range
I see you, stood still in thought
You walk near to me, but yet your still to far
I stand there alone
I see you getting into a car
I stand there like a statue made of stone
You think you know me
Truth is you didn't know me
from start to finish.
You see me
basking in my own invulnerability
a taste of blood is what I ask for
I see you coming towards me
I pull out a piece of metal from my pocket
I got on one knee
and I kneel there alone
I kneel there like a statue made of stone.
I see you gasp
you put your hand upon your heart
I take that piece of metal and pull the trigger.
Bam!
Now you know me from finish to start
I stand there alone
for I am a man
I stand there like a statue made of stone
Then I turned and ran
for now you know me as The Hitman!
I look upon you with vengeance
bloodlust in my veins
we used to have an alliance
Now, all I see is blood stains
and pieces of what used to be.

My hatred for you all
caused your brutal deaths
the blood on the white satin sheet
caused by my self- indulgence
to feast on flesh.

If it wasn't for the chain saw
I would have killed you with my sharp teeth
especially when you crawl
that just amplifies my psychotic rage

You father
I loved our brawl
you would **** anyone for a quick dollar
If it wasn't for little sis and mother
tables would have turned to a free-for-all

Oh, my dear mother
you of all people
should know not to run
adrenaline pumping
heart thumping
blood coagulating

I strangled you, mother  
no remorse found
as you stared defenseless
into those dark glassy eyes
of what used to be brown
now stone cold as ice
blacker than the void of darkness

After, father and mother were dead
then, it was off with brother's head
and for little sis
well she was chopped into little pieces.

For this is the Death Toll
I think thus, far this is my best poem.
I am from a tomb
from birds to bees to mother's womb
I am from mud and bricks
to pick up sticks

I am from his hand
that made me stand
I am from eastern land
to southern sand

I am from Adam and Eve
which brought beef
between saints and sinners.
I am from sickness  and health
and boy did I belch.

I am from those who are remembered
and never from those who are dishonored.
I am from the depths of heaven and hell
whenever a ring is heard from a bell.
I grow wings and fly
why did I die.

Well where I'm from that's what happens
to every young man.
I am from man and woman.
Way I learned was from cans
to upon the face with hands.
I am from Heaven and Hell
What is that?
More than just an object
glad you want ask
while were on the subject
under this temporary mask.

There's a whole other person
I may follow rules
That's just me
It doesn't label me a goody-two shoes
That's just how its meant to be

I listen to the teacher
I do me and that's respectful
So, keep calling me the preacher
Just know that some schools are a mess hole
and this school is on its way down the high road

I'm Christian
That is me
I'm tired of all these people dissing
So, now you see I'm going to be me
This is me

I go by Gods hand
his dream
up here tall I stand
So it seem
that by him I will perish

This is me high
and mighty having one dream
While tall I stand destined to die
Gods light will beam
For this is me

Brandon A-O Cook
What's wrong with me?
Why do I feel like this?
Wrong is right,
or is it right is wrong?
I don't know,
but the mere thought
is driving me insane.
The constant commotion
surrounding me has my
head spinning.
I try to block it all out
but everytime I try
the sound seems to
find some other
right of passage.
"Shut up," I scream.
"Shut up!"
But the more I speak,
the louder they
seem to get.
I close my eyes
hoping it would strain
the noise,
only to achieve no success.
I can't take it anymore.
This is too much for me.
My head feels like
it's going to explode.
"SHUT UP!" I scream
at the top of my lungs.
Only to open my eyes and realize...
I'm alone.
Machines beeped
Monitoring your life
Every beat, body weak
Your heart struggled to keep you alive
This shouldn't come as a shock
We've known for months
I knew you weren't here anymore
Simply existing physically
Your body wiped clean of all mental capability
Like an ocean tide batters the shore, you were diminishing
Until there was nothing else to take

Reminiscing back to the signs we ignored foolishly
Never thinking it was more than a slight lapse of memory
From a call to confirm your location
To forgetting the youngest generation
Temporary confusion faded to permanent loss

I wondered
As you laid unconscious
The mask on your face providing oxygen
If you could hear me
Were you silently screaming for me to shut up so you could rest
Knowing you , you were concerned with my school and why I was at the hospital instead
Did you remember my name?
Could you conjure up my face?
Behind those delicate eyelids that hadn't done more than fluttered in days?
Remember reading to me as I sat on your knee?
How we'd admire nature with a hand full of bird seed?

I though I'd accepted the fact you were gone
When we first suspected the disease
The one I wish was never created, never existed, that erased my existence from your mind indefinitely

As I stared at your face, peacefully sedated, I felt a twinge of pain
How is it this woman I knew to be so strong
Might as well have had fragile stamped on her face

A being so loving
Was now so faint
Like a painting left in the rain
Your colors had began to fade
Until they were white
White like the sheets, the walls, and the floor
The absence of life that exists behind hospital doors

Your body slowly tried to quit
Hard headed as always . You said not yet
So frail you held on to the little life you had left
Until Heaven loosened your hold

I find solace knowing you're in a better place
Where you can remember loved one's names
Watching over us in the paths we take
I'm resigned now to the fact you had to go
But as long as you could
You made God wait
Hot tears stinging my face
As I pray God to help us
Hoping he would replace
Your acquired taste of selfishness
With selfless love and make
You happy without having a bottle permanently by your side to drink

Hands folded
Hard floor hurting my knees
Willing God to open your eyes
To make you see
All the things you have that you could need
Just as badly as the foul drink
you choose as your poison

Tears begin to fall uncontrollably
It hurts
Wondering why we aren't the center of your world
Your everything .
Why don't we deserve
To see you completely sober
for once
You sip all day , pass out drunk
Wake up and the first the thing you do is grab another one
Aluminum blue, white writing on the can
That taunts me as if saying

"He loves me more than you"
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