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801 · Nov 2014
Lost In This Nothingness
Robert Guerrero Nov 2014
It's the silent thumps
Things going bump in the night
Yet it's only my heart
Ceasing to give a **** anymore
I'm lost in this nothingness
Labeled loneliness by my own fears
Left alone in this prison darkness
Reminiscing about the conversations
The I love you's with countless meanings
Yet you just let me slip through
Not bothering to try and juggle me
I'd rather be up in the air
Than plummeting face first
Into my own grave dug by my heart
I'm lost in this nothingness
And you subsequently forgot me
Loneliness an almost peaceful hell
Yet my thoughts ravish this opportunity
Vultures to a herd of rotted elephants
I'm useless in your eyes
Your own feelings evading you
So what's to stop them from evading me
What's to say try we're never for me
But for the thoughts of somebody loving you
I can't mistake this
I don't love you
I'm ******* madly in love with you
Crying tsunami tears
Sinking battleships surviving hurricanes
Yet you don't stop to think
I'm lost in this nothingness
All because I couldn't keep my mouth shut
Keep my own stupid feelings to myself
I just had to tell you I love you
I just had to keep falling in
Maybe when rock bottom comes
I'll already be too broken and numb
But I can't blame you
It's not like you ever text back
Not like you're interested in saying hi
To the guy willing to give it all up for you
The one fighting fate just to be with you
What idiot stays to fight
When the reinforcements are surrendering
Who stands alone when the world
Holds machine guns to your head
Still says ******* and expects to live
I'm lost in this nothingness
Because you gave up
Thinking I would
Well it's a ******* option
It takes two to tango
Yet you're listening to the waltz
And I'm left to myself
Like a suicidal maniac with a gun
**** this **** I'm done
Good thing it's loaded
Maybe now you'll see
This nothingness is the reason for my loneliness
And hopefully the brain splatter
With draw it out for you
Wish I could tell you I love you now
But I don't think you'd even listen
801 · May 2013
Hello My Name Is "Suicidal"
Robert Guerrero May 2013
One cut
Two cut
Deeper and deeper
The blade almost disappears in my wrist
My depression has gotten worse
My suicidal tendencies increased
Wonder how fast the ambulance will take
If no one else is home
No one even close
I'm in the middle of nowhere
Your God doesn't even know I'm here
No wonder my prayers were ever answered
One reason why I'm an atheist
One swig
Two swig
Pain still isn't numbed
Why must I suffer
Why am I bleeding so slowly
I think I lost a lot
What a shame it is
I was beginning to think I was happy
Guess I was wrong
When am I ever right
One pill
Two pill
Maybe I should think about this
What am I leaving behind
What am I doing
**** it
Nobody ever saw my pain
I wore this mask for too long
It became a permant reflection
Why couldn't it have been transparent
Hello my name is "Suicidal"
I wish you could of gotten to know me
I'm sorry if this causes you pain
Call it selfish
Call it whatever you want
I'll call it "the solution to the problem I have become"
Goodbye my name is now "Dead"
Wish you the best of luck
Don't cry at my funeral
I don't want to drown in tears
Even in death
Might as well not show
The preacher man wont even be there
No one will come
News of my death
Will be music to a deaf society
My Obituary will just have my name, DOB, and DOD
800 · Apr 2013
I Miss Me
Robert Guerrero Apr 2013
I miss the cold nights
Laying in the vacant bed
Of *** stained sheets
Staring at the moon through the window
I miss the way I slept
In every part of my room
Like a rock in the desert
Falling off the side of the sand dune blankets
I miss the rants of my insanity
The psychotic lullaby of the moon
Calling down onto me
To hunt a victim of purity
Plague them with the emptiness of insanity
I MISS ME
The old me
Of no heart and soul
No regret from anything he did
But now I have me
The man I wish I never was
Because I have nothing to offer her
And I know I love her
I know she loves me
But what am I to do
When I have nothing left of even me
I miss me
He always knew what to do
Oh well she fell in love with me
Not the old me
And I will do whatever it takes
To give her what she truly deserves
I miss me...because the I'm incomplete
Without her next to me
796 · Dec 2012
FML
Robert Guerrero Dec 2012
FML
It's full of pain, lose, disease,
Anger, hatred, and poverty
If I missed something oh well
Every corner I turn there it is
Another thing trying to bring me down
But still I refuse to bow
I contemplate my demise
Every little detail
How deep to cut my wrist
How tight the nuse will be
What caliber of gun I will use
My life is hell
No sense in dying
When I'll just be here for all eternity
No rest for me
Just a life always meant to be ******
FML
796 · Sep 2013
His Sins Killed Her
Robert Guerrero Sep 2013
He drank till his liver was dry
He smoked till he breathed toxins
He was a pack a day smoking alcoholic
Like a loaded 45
He had a hair trigger
Soft touch and he exploded
His fist would shoot from the sleeves of his shirt
Impaling her chest
Planting themselves in her ribs
Growing bruises on her face
She made a vow till death do they part
Not knowing it would be her death
That made him realize he needed help
795 · Jun 2012
My Greatest Failure
Robert Guerrero Jun 2012
It's not love
It's not you
It's not my faith
It's not my past
It's not my future
It's not my present

My greatest failure
Is this forsaken life
And you can ask why
Or say it's not
But look at the facts
I've never accomplished anything

I've always failed
Fell flat on my face
Thought I had a reason
To get back up
Only to wish to cry
When it was gone

Spent countless nights
Staring at a blank ceiling
Wondering where it went wrong
Why I always ***** up
Then I realize it don't matter
What's gone is gone

My greatest failure
Is real and you can't see
So look at all the lies
The tears not in these eyes
I've failed at life
So nail this coffin shut

I already  live in darkness
Might as well die by it
A menacing nightmare
Waste of life, space, breath, and time
A legacy soon forgotten
By people already lost, deaf, dumb, mute, and blind
Robert Guerrero Apr 2013
This is the guide to a perfect suicide
Step one:
Go to the roof top of the tallest building
Step two:
Go to the edge
Step three:
Look down
Step four:
Scream out to the world "*******!!"
Step four:
Go home
Step five:
Go to your room
Step six:
Lock your door
Step seven:
Grab a pen
Step eight:
Grab a piece of paper
Step nine:
Write 'This Is The Death Of Me'
Step ten:
Pour your heart out and write how you would end it
Step eleven:
Stop writing
Step twelve:
Read what you wrote
Step thirteen:
Continue writing
Step fourteen:
Cry and let them fall on the paper
Step fifteen:
Log onto Hello Poetry
Step sixteen:
Post it on your page
Step seventeen:
Add it to several collections
Step eighteen:
Go back and add a note stating 'I wanted to do this'
Step nineteen:
Watch the 'Don't do it, You will be missed' rack up
Step twenty:
Reply to them all 'Thank you'
Step twenty one:
Keep killing yourself within your poetry
Step twenty two:
If you ever find the time...**** yourself
Within your poetry
If you ever doubt yourself
Don't resort to anything but coming to me
Call me if you have to
I will always be there for you
Waiting to comfort you
Step twenty three:
Clear your mind
Step twenty four:
This is the final step-
READ SOME REALLY DARK POETRY
FROM SOME RANDOM DARK POET
AND REALIZE YOU ARE NOT ALONE
There will be a lot of people
Who want to **** themselves
They will read this just as you have
And they will listen to my advice
Because I can get away with every possible crime
It's only poetry and there is no law
There is no judge
There is no jury
You are only guilty of one thing
Not killing yourself sooner
WITHIN YOUR POETRY
And **** what any body else says
You spoke your mind
You opened yourself up
You did what they couldn't...

...you found peace and solitude
793 · Jan 2013
Ctrl+Alt+Delete
Robert Guerrero Jan 2013
Ctrl+
The first button
The start of total annihalation
The beginning
Of the deleting process
Shutting down my body
Sealing up my heart
This game of love ends

Alt+
The second button
Is anyone going to stop me
Im so confused
So conflicted
Yet I could end it all
With the simply pressing
Of this next button

Delete
Its done
The end of my poetry
The end of my life
Nothing left to use
As a coping mechanism
What have I done again
I failed didnt I?

Ctrl+Alt+Delete
The three stage process
That prevented the world
From knowing me
Oh well
I wasnt good at anything was I
**** it, call it selfish
Im pressing the "OK" button
I was looking at the keyboard and remembered it was a shortcut to shut down the computer and so I wrote this.
793 · Aug 2013
Untitled
Robert Guerrero Aug 2013
I'm tired of walking fine lines
Puddles iced over
Deep enough to swallow trains
Cracking due to the bitterness
My reflections holds
I'm tired of walking with my hood up
A hockey mask on
And a silhouette of fear
Glued on my face
I just want to exist
Be free of the pressure
Write for me
Live because I'm worth it
Yet everything around me knows
Even the cracking ice
That I'll fall
Into the bottomless puddles
Watch as my reflection breathes life
The very life I failed in
793 · Jul 2013
Just A Little Deeper
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Placing this blade on my wrist
I don't plan on going deep
Just deep enough to reach
The not so beautiful treasure
I'm the Black Beard on these open wrist
Vast currents of blood
Flowing all too quickly
I'm going just a little deeper
To see what's all down there
Past the ruined shipwreck veins
Just a little deeper
D
  E
    E
      P
        E
          R
Deeper, still not deep enough
Curiosity dragging me even further under
I can't stop anymore
The ecstasy relief is better than a high
But how do I clean up the mess I made
I'm too weak
Lost too much blood
I still don't regret going
Just a little deeper
793 · Jan 2013
Am I The Villian
Robert Guerrero Jan 2013
I ran to your aid
When you called me late that night
I broke several laws on the way
Because I heard your screams
Before you even screamed

Am I the villian now
Because I wasnt fast enough
Am I as I opened the door
To your bedroom
And didnt flinch at the sight

There you were
Wrist cut open
Eyes rolling back
With your breath escaping
I tried to help

Am I the villian
Did I try hard enough
I loved you
You just walked out on it
And bled out for your mistake

Am I the villian
For telling you I loved you
For trying to make things work
I did my best right
So where did it go wrong
791 · Feb 2013
Untitled 12
Robert Guerrero Feb 2013
If I were to die tonight what would you regret not telling me?
Would you regret anything that you did or didn't do?
Would you cry for me?
Would you come to my grave
Sit there and just talk to me?
Would you leave a rose
At the foot of my headstone?
If I were to die tonight how much would you miss me?
Would you even miss me at all?
Would you think of me?
Would you dream of me?
I was there for you
When no one else was
Would I if it was you?
Call me cruel but No!!!
Poem for a specific ex of mine
790 · Apr 2013
The Fight Of Our Lives
Robert Guerrero Apr 2013
Round 1
You beat me with a 2x4
I didn't see it coming
You snuck up from behind
Drilled splinters into my cranium
I dropped to the floor
And the ref counted 10

Round 2
I ***** your ***
You didn't hear me sneaking into your room
I taped you up
Tied you to your bed
****** you till you cried tears of blood
From your ******
I forgot you were a ******

Round 3
We laughed about this
Because it never happened
Just joked around
But we kissed
And continued with the fight
Because we wanted to hold the title

Round 4
Instant KO
I win told you I would
Simply by saying
Te casatoresti cu mine?
Mi vuoi sposare?
Quieres casarte conmigo?
Will you marry me?
I love you

But still you hold the title
Because you have the ring on your finger
You have my heart
You did what no one else did
Said....Yes I will!
With tears in your eyes
Guess I still have it in me. I'm not going anywhere!
790 · May 2013
Asylum
Robert Guerrero May 2013
One slap from a dead cat
Dissected for an experiment
I'm not crazy
I promise I'm not
I just had to slap her
The old lady deserved it
She slapped me and beat me with her cane
I slap her once maybe twice
Ok three times I slapped her
With the ******
Guts dangling cat
I found already dead
In the back alleys of these graveyard streets
I'm not crazy
But I'm the one
Thrown in an uncomfortable position
I hate myself
So why strap me in this I-Love-Me jacket
Toss me in the darkest corner
Of asylum white walls
Close the door
Lock it
And seal me away
To a room where shadows
Possess your mind
Voices become insane
And nobody even knows you're there
I promise I'm not insane
I just felt cornered
Insulted by her actions
And the voices where laughing
Joker grins dancing on my eye lids
I had to slap her with the cat
So throw me in the asylum
Let me go in the next three months
I'm not insane I promise
Don't ask.
783 · Sep 2015
Oneday
Robert Guerrero Sep 2015
I'll have respect for myself
A life I can call worthy
A house with a basement
A truck ill have no worries with
One day
Everything will be ok
I'll look back and say I'm glad I survived
I'll thank everyone I met
Remember those who passed
Smoke a bowl and drink a beer
In their honor
I'll look in the mirror
Remember the voices that chanted death
I'll laugh at all the scars
Thinking about the reasons I came out alive
I'll be that guy one day
To have it all
And watch it fade away
Because I woke up
777 · Sep 2014
When I Grow Up...
Robert Guerrero Sep 2014
I want to feel myself get younger
I want to laugh and play with hot wheels
Make siren noises while riding shotgun
Sit in a car seat and laugh in your face
When I grow up I want to be a kid
Kindly reliving my adolescencE
Smoking **** by the ounce
When I grow up I want to be a stoner
More ****** than I already am
Tripping in and out of reality
Thinking I'm the ****
Hat to the side like a g
Big baller chains
Just acting stupid for the age of 50
When I grow up I don't want to forget
All the good times I've had
While making greater moments to never forget
When I grow up I hope you'll see
I'm still the same old me
Wishing you could have seen
How high on life we could've been together
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I'd like to die trying to make
Forever last forever
775 · Oct 2012
This Is Not Where I Belong
Robert Guerrero Oct 2012
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Looking straight into the dark
Knowing what lays down
This ghostly corridor
Could take the pain away

On the edge of this 20 story building
Looking down at the earth
Feeling like an angel
About to fall into hell
Hoping for peace to finally find me

This is not where I belong
On this corner of Life and Death
Pushing the remnants of my sanity
Waiting patiently for you
To tell me you love me

On top this ladder
Nuse tight around my neck
Looking for a way out
Of this reoccuring nightmare
Knocking heavily on Deaths door

Laying with this blades edge
Slowly placed on my wrist
Knowing this poisonous life in my veins
Will eventually bleed out
Bringing on the silent darkness

This is not where I belong
Here with Lady Death
I belong in your arms
Held close to your beating heart
Knowing how much I am loved

It doesnt matter
Where exactly I belong
But a future with you
And a lifetime in your heart
Is better than any mans heaven

I dont care
Where it is I belong
As long as you are next to me
Helping me save myself
From this untamed demon inside me
Here is a poem to signal my return into poetry. I recently lost my muse and inspiration causing me to lose my poetic touch. I hope you enjoy it!!
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I wasted over 16 relationships
Never meant to be a player
Never thought I was
I just wanted a woman to love me
For the monster I am
I never meant to hurt anybody
But how bad can one man be at love
If I can't love someone
Who the hell will love me
Am I really that bad at love
That you wont even look in my direction
Have I left disgust on your lips
Have I not tried to make you happy
Walking away was the hardest
But You made it look easy
The first time we parted ways
So I tried it the other two times
I must be really bad at love
If I can't seem to keep a girlfriend for longer than a month
Poem for one of my friends. In a way it captures me but mainly for him.
773 · Sep 2013
Untitled
Robert Guerrero Sep 2013
I reached for you this morning
Smooth, soft skin usually needing my warmth
But that 5'2 angelic body was gone
Flew from the nest at the earliest hours
Between 2 and 3
I looked for you under the sheets
Hoping you didn't fall too deep into slumber
You were crying on my chest
Just before the lights went out
You signalled to me you were comfortable
As the drool fell from your slumbering mouth
Too cute is the way you sleep
Half on me while your feet dangle off the bed
So baby have a good day at work
I'll see you tonight
Come home quickly
I cooked you dinner this morning
765 · May 2013
I'm Calling It Quits
Robert Guerrero May 2013
I surrender
I tap
I give up
I quit
All this *******
I need to rest
This fight I cannot take
My knuckles are bruised
My bones are creaking
My burdens are to heavy
Please I quit
I'm calling it quits on life
Bye. Adios. Chao. Au revoir.
764 · Jun 2012
They Call It Evil
Robert Guerrero Jun 2012
They call it evil
when i speak of morbid things
when i think sinister thoughts
when i feel lower than dirt

They call it evil
when i write my poems
when i become inraged
when i feel death lurking

I call it being myself
I dont care if you hate me
you can die choking on your blood
get hit by a bus

they call it evil
when i speak of demons
when i draw dark things
when i let my emotions be known

they call it evil
when the sun dont rise
when the moon is dark
when the world falls into peril

i call it being *******
you turn your backs on me
i dont care for humanity
they can die burning to ash

they call it evil
when i speak the truth
when thier lies are known
when i do something right

they call it evil
when i dont care
when i feel like my life is over
when i release my rage

you know what
you all can go get bent
i control my destiney
my life is my own

no leash or collar
no chains or cages
im free like the eastern winds
so good bye and farwell

they call it evil
when i tell you
forget me if you doubt me
someday i can say
i told you
763 · Nov 2015
Pray For Paris
Robert Guerrero Nov 2015
The sound of gunshots
A silent crowd
Terror filled in a moment
Bodies scattered
Is this the world we came to create
Violence and death
A endless stream of blood
Just to get a message across
Too many lives wasted
As tears fall
Whats the point of living anymore
When death lurks around every corner
Hunting down innocence
With the barrels of evil intents
One prayer for Paris
Ten million for the lives of those taken
758 · Jan 2013
Untitled 8
Robert Guerrero Jan 2013
You may have read
All my past work
You may have liked it
You may have hated it

Yet you  find yourself
Wanting to read it again
Because you felt the pain
I try to express

You yearn to know
If your alone or not
Well read this next line carefully
Your never alone as long as I breathe

You search my name
There in the corner
You click on all my work
And read it all day

Well I thank you for it
I know loneliness is a *****
You may think your the "you"
In all my poems

Well maybe you are
I dont need to know you
But you are my muse
And again thank you

This poem doesnt need a title
You are the poem yourself
You're the beauty in this world
You are the world to me
Idk why I wrote this one. Just did.
756 · Apr 2013
Just Thinking Of You
Robert Guerrero Apr 2013
Hey...
My friend just gave me a penny
For these thoughts
That run childishly through treacherous corridors
Of unknown and unseen horrors
These thoughts are the thoughts
Of holding you in my arms
Of kissing lips of heaven touching ecstasy
Of reaching every perfectly sculpted curve
Of just simply being your man
Just thinking of you
That's all anybody needs to know
I'm laying in bed
After a stressful day
I'm just thinking of you
You know I'm tired of loving
So I'm done
I'm tired of giving pieces of my heart away
So if I have to go back in my past
Find every ex lover
Ask for the pieces of my heart back
Fine
I only want to love you
Just thinking of you
Made my mind clear
You're the only one for me
This heart is yours
I'll glue the pieces back together
Don't worry I'll still survive
As long as you love me in return
Because I'm putting everything on the line
Just for you
Because all my mind wants to think about
Is your sweet voice calling my name
Hey...
I was thinking about you today
Still am as a matter of fact
You've been there ever since I woke up
I don't know how long this will take
But hear me out
I know it might be hard to love me
I know you have a hard time
Realizing what I see in you
So I'll tell you
You accepted me as a man
As the monster I became
Smiled when I said "good morning"
Blushed when I said "I wanna date you"
See baby it's the little things
That make me love you
That want me to make this decision final
Just thinking of you today
I swore it was a dream
Hey...
I love you
I don't know why anymore
But I know it's the right decision
Because I'm tired of loving
Woman who can't reciprocate
This awkward emotion of petty games
And I know you love me
For the way I make you happy
Hey...
We're friends that's it
But guess what?
You probably already know this
If you paid attention
To every word I wrote
I love you ;)
Happy Birthday
Merry X-Mas
Feliz día de San Valentín
It's the only gift I could give
I hope you like it
I know it ain't much
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
May I have your attention please
This is not a hoax
There have been reports
Of a mass suicide
Death count has reached over
800,000 per 1,000,000 people per year
Most commonly happens to youths and females
This is a plead with the nation
A global catastrophe
So please listen and try
To understand what is happening
In our society today
When you see a young adolescent
Comment on how hard he works
Not on his skin color or his preference in clothes
Nor his ideas about life
When you see a female
Don't call her ugly
Don't call her fat
Don't disregard her in any means
Compliment her on her eyes
The way she smiles
Make the world a better place
If you see a youth in distress
Offer some assistance
This Is A Public Announcement
Please do not disregard
A life might just be saved
If you listen for once
Help your fellow man out
We are all we have
This is Robert Guerrero
With DOBS News saying
Thank you and goodnight
DOBS stands for Diary Of Broken Souls.
754 · Mar 2013
Hands of Death
Robert Guerrero Mar 2013
Reaching for a soul
That does not exist
Cold bony fingertips
Grasping my throat
Squeezing with so much might
Not expected from a bony mass
Covered in tattered robes
Of dark silken fibers
A scythe held tight in her right hand
Her left hand still at my neck
Quick to strangle me
Like the nuse in my garage
The hands of death
I clasp with my hand
Hold it tightly
Her blank cold stare
Showing a sense of wonder
As I tell her I love her
She releases me
My throat sore
But the pain is masked
I reach for the hands of death
Look into the eyes
Of a thousand souls
I see my own
As I pull her close to me
I want to forever walk beside her
I have never been wanted
The way she wants me
The way she desires my heart and nonexistent soul
Hands of death
I called out to
Wrapped myself in
And peacefully walked beside her
Hand in hand
Till the death of death
Shall we ever consider parting
754 · Jul 2013
What Made Us Poets?
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Was it the ability to put words on lines?
Was it the ability to perceive the worlds **** clearly?
Was it the ability to rhyme?
What made us poets?
What made us the dying breed
Of well recognized literary professionals?
What the hell happened to the days of comedy
Perhaps a simple tragedy?
It seems love has grasped out hands
Forced us to write cliches
Not looking at the bigger picture

Nobody knows what made us poets

We weren't born this way
I'm nothing like Lady Gaga
What happened to us
That made us put pen or pencil to paper
And pour our emotions out
Trusting the world with our deepest secrets
Allowing them to peek behind closed doors
Allowing them a first hand look
At the scars that paper cuts gave us
What made us poets?
What made us all so insane
We are no longer classified as insane
But completely ******
For abilities almost unnatural
Just me thinking...
753 · Jan 2013
Im A Hell Bent Warrior
Robert Guerrero Jan 2013
Im the *******
Dogs of war
Im the hellhounds
Howling at the moon
Hear my call tonight

I stare up
Into the darkened sky
Gazing at the stars
But here I stand
Hell bent on your destruction

Burning my victims
Till I reach you
I want you dead
I use the stars to find you
Your dying by my hands

Someday Ill have your heart
Bleeding at my feet
The same way
You left mine
THIS IS WHAT YOU CREATED

Im a hell bent warrior
Gazing upon the stars
To give me guidance
To find you
And leave you broken

How will you react
When you see this ghostly face
How fast will get to your knees
And beg me for forgiveness
Like I have mercy to show

You stripped me down
To absolutely nothing
Taking everything
When I barely had anything
So Ill have you begging and bleeding

Im a hell bent warrior
Gazing upon the stars
Looking for a shortcut
To your heart
I cant wait anymore

I want your death
I want you to feel
The very pain I have felt
I want you to bleed
I ******* hate you

I want you at my feet
I want you limp and lifeless
I want your soul
I want you to die
By my hands
****** at an ex
745 · Mar 2013
My Poetry Sucks
Robert Guerrero Mar 2013
Its always "**** you"
Or "**** me"
My poetry *****
Really it does
I have no rational reason
To continue to write
What is the point of this anymore
I dont touch any lives
I barely can look at my work
I never reread it
Its all useless to me now
My poetry *****
Seriously
Who even takes the time to read
This pathetic *** **** anymore
I was just a trend
A disease to this site
***** it
My poetry *****
Maybe I should quit
I will never amount to anything
My words will take me nowhere
So yeah my poetry *****
I had my run
I had my time
To shine and bask in my misery
Oh well
Later my fellow poets
744 · Feb 2013
Dear Mother
Robert Guerrero Feb 2013
You see mom
Im not totally helpless
I have watched
For the last 16 years
How you have changed
How this family has changed
But what you dont see
Is that I bleed
That I cry inside
Thinking, hoping to escape
Escape the hell this home has come to be
Escape the constant reminder
We are not a family
You see mom
I have my talents
I have been observing everyone
Every little thing
Just to gain more knowledge
And I want you to see
I want you to know
Mom Im 17 now
Im not that little kid
Who called for you when dad wasnt home
When I had nightmares
Mom please realize this
I wish you would stop
Stop for a minute and look
Look and see the man I have become
Look at the man you helped raise
Sure Im not the greatest
But you were the inspiration
To make a better me
Mom let go
And let me wander off
See the world for what it is
Not the way you have described it
I know this world is hard
And that life will get harder
But how am I to face that challenge
When you are here
Holding me back
Holding me prisoner in a home
That has become almost unbearable
Mom I love you and dad
But face it
Ever since the others left
Got kicked out
They forgot me
They dont bother to call me
Just to say hi
Im not happy
And I know thats what you and pops what for me
But how can I obtain it
You see mom
Even at night
I hear you get up
I hear you at night
I know you have trouble sleeping
So do I
You think I dont know anything
That I dont know what goes on
But even when you hear the music blarring
I can still hear you and dad
Fighting over the little bit of money we have
Yeah I know this poem os a little personal
But hopefully you will wake up
Realize IM NOT A LITTLE KID ANYMORE
I have matured faster than any of the others
I know where Im going
Where it is I want to go
And thats all thanks to you
You were home when pops wasnt
You were there when I came home from school
Sure we have our differences
But thats because
Well its obvious
You dont let me do the things I want
The things that will better me
I want to make my own mistakes
Learn from them on my own
Im tired of observing
Im tired of learning from others
I want to lear on my own
Can you please find it within you
To give me a chance
Let me take a chance at falling
Picking myself up
And dusting myself off
I dont need you to clean my face
Every time I have a smudge on it
Im a young man now
17 not 4
Remember that please
I love you
Your the only mother I truly ever had
Thank you!
I do apprecate you for that
For my stepmom who underestimates me
742 · Feb 2016
Put The Gun Down
Robert Guerrero Feb 2016
It wasn't a gentle voice
Soothing my aim
Violence and fear in eyes wide
Coaxing my finger from the trigger
Screams echoing from her belly
"put the gun down"
I dont remember how I got here
To this point of breaking
Too much blood drained
From wrist shackled by these human tendencies
I've lived in this world for all too long
So many reasons but the biggest was rejection
Anger boiling over once more
Flashbacks as to why I aimed this pistol
At the temple of these voices
Nuclear warfare on this chapel of anguish
Blood hungry savages yearning
Pleading with insanity
Pull the trigger
There...
THERE IT WAS AGAIN!!
She's calling out for me
To save her?
No. Save me
From my suicidal reflection
Aiming the pistol
At his head
742 · Mar 2013
You Wanted Rage
Robert Guerrero Mar 2013
You WantedRage

Here you go
I am ******* ******
I hate you
I hope you rot in the spoils of man
I know your not going anywhere
You are ******* pathetic
You’re never going
To amount to anything
You’re weak and always crying
Nobody is going to give you attention
Nobody even likes you
You pathetic ****
Go curl up in a ditch
And ******* die already
You call yourself depressed
You say you want to **** yourself
Well ******* do it already
You wanted rage
I will gladly give it to you
I hope you choke on your blood
You wanted rage
So I hope my hand around your throat
Is giving you want you want
I never ******* loved you
I used you
I played you from the start
How could I ever love you
You were ******* ugly
I’m sorry
You are ******* ugly
You cry like a *****
When someone tells you
That you’re annoying
Well wake the **** up
Realize your not just annoying
Nobody likes you
So die
Jump off the cliff
Plummet to your demise
I will be sure
To **** and **** on your grave
I ***** in your coffin
Beat my meat into your eye socket
And I hope you never see that heaven
You falsely believe in
Your God doesn’t even like you
Your God doesn’t even exist
You wanted rage
Well happy merry ******* Christmas
This is your last one
No more birthdays
No more ******* anything
Just a dark oblivion
That is perfect for you
Because ***** you are repulsive
So I hope you’re happy now
Because you’re ******* dying
Pushed by what you wanted the most
Seeing my rage
Snapping my sanity
Well I hope this is demonic enough for you
736 · Jan 2014
Dear Grandma
Robert Guerrero Jan 2014
I know this might hurt your feelings
I know I'm the only hope to save this family
My success is just the beginning
Yet I can't hold every responsibility
I have feelings too
None of which are good
I've contemplated suicide
I've even attempted
Yet here I am
Writing you again
This time publically
To hope that you can understand
I hate this life
I hate being me
I hate being the only one of four
To actually see the 12th grade
To actually have colleges chanting my name
Because they know I'll be in a dorm sooner or later
Grandma I wish you could see the man
All my darkest dreams and thoughts have made me
I'm partially human
Yet I still wake up every morning
Plaster on a smile
And say I love you
Even if it is in a text
You're all I have left in this god forsaken world
Well unless you want to include Natalie
I haven't talked to her in a while
But I hope she's doing well
Grandma when do I get to say I'm home
You were always the one to give me advice
Help me now
I'm lost and only going down
I want something poetry can give me
A sense of freedom
I know I'll be 18 in February
But I'll just want my youth back
I'll want the world I once knew back in my reach
I want the *** the drugs the alcohol
The constant screams I'd wake up to
Even if they were my own
I want all the faces of every girl I've been with
Screaming at me how much they hate me
I want their hands around my throat
In and out of reality
Grandma I hope you can understand I'm no longer
Just the successful one
I'm the one that wants what nobody understands
Because they all want to embrace my success
As if it were their own
                                       Sincerely,
                                           Your Grandson,
                                               Robert L. Guerrero
P.S. I'll see you later.
Robert Guerrero Aug 2012
Welcome to the hall of immortals
Always remembered even in death
You raised a warrior
You built bridges for me to cross

Now with me on my own path
Still an immortal you shall be
Forever your name shall live on
Forged in stone

Your my guiding angel
You provided me with knowledge
Now with your job done
I lay you down to sleep

Welcome to the hall of immortals
Buried six feet below
Still watching over me
Hopefully a man like you I will be

A million times I walked in your footsteps
still I cannot match
Half the man you were
I'm your legacy

You gave up everything for me
Now I will honor the name
That you gave me
Welcome to the hall of immortals
I wrote this for all the fathers who have died.
733 · Mar 2013
Darkness
Robert Guerrero Mar 2013
Cold, still, and stale air
Nothing in sight
Eyes are wide open
Suffocating in this darkness
An oblivion worst than death
Its a darkness
Hidden within your soul
Its a black hole
In your chest
When the person you love
Walks out the door
And it plays out like a movie
Slow motioned anime
Everything doesnt feel real
The cold tears frozen in place
From the eternal darkness
That is our missing pulse
731 · Jan 2013
Am I The Villian pt 2
Robert Guerrero Jan 2013
The doctors tried their best
They said I did everything I could
But I still
Feel like I failed
And I wish you were still here

You would of comforted me
You would of answered
My jumbled up questions
But the one stll unanswered
Am I the villian

I get looks from everybody
Your parents wont talk to me
I feel like a man being crucified
For not being able to save you
Im getting shuned by society

Am I the villian
Because it feels like I am
What was so wrong
In trying to save you
Was it the fact that I failed

I cant apologize
No one will listen
I love you
Please come back to me
Even if that means haunting my dreams

I want to see your smile
Hear your angelic voice
Feel your hands on my face
And taste your lips again
I know its too late for all of that

Am I the villain
In this fairytale
I feel like I am
Somebody tell me Im not
And let me be with her once more
731 · Jan 2013
No Religion For Me
Robert Guerrero Jan 2013
You crucify me
For not believing
In a "God"
Yet when I ask
A number of  questions
You simply reply
Have faith in the Lord

Well preacher
There is no religion for me
I am an Athiest
I dont believe
In your petty
Incoherent false hopes
Of a being who can forgive

No religion for me
Ill scream it all around
******* and your beliefs
I have mine
And Im content
So ******* and stop trying
To make me believe in a "God"
I live in a very religious state and people always say I need to believe in god so I wrote this for them
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
You won't see smiles
You won't hear laughter
You won't taste love
You won't touch freedom
You won't smell roses
Here on the corner of Life and Death
The only thing your senses will be good for
Is sadly and inevitably nothing
This dark corner is never friendly
If you want happiness keep dreaming
If you want peace keep smoking
Whatever your hippie *** is smoking
Because it will never be a reality
Just tuck yourself in
Have sweet dreams
Bed bugs won't bite
Your body is already too cold
Darkness will soon engulf you
And I'll be the last nightmare
To your sweet diabetes dream
729 · Apr 2013
Too Far, Too Long
Robert Guerrero Apr 2013
Too far
I have come to let it all end
Too long
I have been fighting for it
Yet at this moment
I'm looking down twelve stories
To the concrete below
Knowing that will be where it ends
Everything I have worked for
Everything I have fought for
Comes to a crashing end
My bones with mix with the asphalt
My blood will mix with the sewer water
And my body will become nothing
But a stain in the side of the sidewalk
Too far
I have been pushed to the edge
Too long
I have tolerated the *******
No more
This ends
And I hope my blood alcohol level
Mixed with the antidepressants
And the cuts on my wrist
Are evident enough when my body plummets
Scatters into an oblivion
729 · Jul 2013
Too Many Chances
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
When does enough become enough
When do I finally cave
I tried to love you
But it wasn't me who failed
You failed my heart
I entrusted you with it all
I pushed past the heartache
Refused to bow to the pain
And you blew it like a kiss
I'm glad I can say
You're the past
Frozen in time
I'm the future
Always moving forward
Dedicated to a great poet, Haley Dalton.
729 · Feb 2013
Pull The Trigger
Robert Guerrero Feb 2013
You have the gun
To my temple
So pull the trigger
Im tired of living

You need help
Committing ******
Then why the hell
Did you contemplate it

You cant do it
Im part of you
Im the reason
You breathe and cry

Im your darkness
Im your happiness
Im everything to you
And you cant pull the trigger

Well Im tired of it
Im your disease
Ill help you pull it
So you can truly be happy

Pull the trigger
Please do it
For yourself
For me

I married the darkness
And now Im drowning you
With it everyday
Your suffocating under me

Like I said before
I love you
And your happiness means more
Then living in darkness

You cant pull me out
Im in too deep
So pull the trigger
And free us both

If you truly love me as well
Pull the trigger
Turn away and shut your eyes
I love...
Robert Guerrero Oct 2013
I'm sorry
I never did
You see the mask hanging on the wall
It was a role I played
Played the part to the T
Guess we were both fools
You thinking I cared
Me pretending I didn't love you
I fooled myself
You fooled yourself
When You thought I walked out forever
If I ever made you think I gave a ****
I'm sorry
I didn't
I never cared for how your day went
I never cared what your mom said
I didn't care that your bf left you
I never gave a **** about anything
I only cared about how many scars
We would share when you were the one in pain
If I ever made you think I gave a ****
I couldn't care less really
I was the wall you talked to
I was the reflection that was fading
Because you kept on forgetting that I loved you
I stopped caring long before I whispered I LOVE YOU
I only cared about you
How many tears would dress my pillow
When I walked by and forgot to say hello
We are the same
You're me and I am you
You just didn't realize till you saw
I LOVE ONLY YOU
Carved perfectly in my chest
Making blood stain stamps on my lettered sheets
Tucked neatly under the mattress
Waiting for the mailman to pick them up
If I ever made you think I gave a ****
I'm sorry
I never gave as **** about me


Only you
I hope you know that now
725 · May 2013
Murderous Thoughts
Robert Guerrero May 2013
You've ****** me too many times
You've never listened to me
So when you see
The dark shadow
Standing at the foot of your bed
Smell the sweet fragrance of decay
Taste the blood spilled from wrist due depression
Hear the deafening silence created by hate
Feel the cold bone chilling breeze
As murderous thoughts whisper
You've disregarded me too long
Now feel my 6 inch blade
Cold steel
Rip through your chest
Plunge into your lungs
Cut your wrist
Peel your flesh from weak muscles
Trying to scream
But it's already too late
I showed you what happens
When you refuse to love me
I want you to listen
Just listen
To murderous thoughts
That scream in my head

Call me insane now
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Paper!
One 8x10 piece of paper
Declaring I'm...insane?
No that can't be
Doctor your diagnoses is mistaken
I'm not insane
Just sick, twisted, and demented
All you want is for pills
To be shoved down my throat
Thinking that's the only thing
That can save the remnants of my sanity
It's Not Candy!
I don't want them
Blue pills Yellow pills even Red?
How many pills must I take
Before I can finally say
I've never been happier to see...you.
The only tablet I haven't been prescribed
The only drug that can help me
Robert Guerrero Apr 2013
Your lifeless body
So small and limp
Half way buried in the ditch
Of the back road country side in Georgia
Only six years old
And there clear as crystal clear moonlight
Deep within the windows of your soul
Fear thoroughly expressed
In those tiny cerulean blue angel eyes
How?
Why?
What menace placed such horror
In such small eyes?
What could strip away the innocence
Replacing it with an undeniable fear?
Your mother crying at the sight of you
Your father holding onto her
Breaking and folding
His only daughter
Daddy's little angel took flight
Thrown from the nest
By a force of pure evil
Unable to flap your wings
You fell into the mud
Drowned in fear
This is incomprehensible
How could this happen?
Why you?
What reason?
Is there no answer?
The fear in the eyes of an angel
Expressed purely in the cerulean blue eyes
Of a six year old beauty
Lifeless and half buried in a ditch
Lost in the pages of an obituary
721 · Mar 2013
I'm Sorry But You Lose
Robert Guerrero Mar 2013
Title says it all
You lost


Game Over


Thanks for playing
Hope you have a whole in your chest
Put one in your head too
Just so it will match
I played you like a fool
I never loved you
Simply because you weren't worth it
You got too close
You slipped and let your guard down
So its game over for you
In this unpredictable game of Life and Love
720 · Dec 2012
Poems
Robert Guerrero Dec 2012
poems
my friends my family
the only thing i have to help
when im lost and have no one to turn to
i grab my only hope for survival
this cruel world ruined me

poems
my own counselor and consultant
i have been cursed with evil emotions
yet i harness them in my poems
hopeing for them to leave my soul

poems
always there for me to write
always there for me to enjoy
my only means of entertainment
unless i watch the blood flow

poems
my key to a world unknown
my adventure on this wretched planet
unchained and ready to ****
my last poem still unwritten

poems
still in all of us
like an unknown power
a single poem could save humanity
but still they remain lost to poetry

poems
our last hope to rescue us from the dark
our light at the end of the tunnel
can we really let it go
we thrive to let our emotions know
our lives are not a show

poems
releasing us from the currents
having faith in the poets
the made us who we are today
look in the mirror and write a poem

poems
are the end of the apocalypse
we ended a war inside of us
hoping to end the war in humanity

poems
our own savior from the chains
our master of words
elegant in nature
and true in your words

poems
you steal the air in my lungs
you stop my heart
you are the one we love
dont hide from us

poems
the truth untold
and today you are told
the path you have paved is the one i shall stay on
719 · Nov 2012
Your Love...
Robert Guerrero Nov 2012
Its sweeter than pure sugar
More than a normal heart
Could possibly contain
Your love my dear
I dont deserve

Its addicting like ******
My own legal drug
The highs are better
Than taking someones innocence
And ruining another life

Your love
Its pure and untainted
You whisper it in my  ear
As I hold you close
Slowly stripping your body

Your love
Gives my heart an *******
As if your soft skin under my hands
Gives my body one
Both of which I want you to enjoy

Your love
Sets my heart and soul on fire
A new flame for this old wick
A warmth I havent felt in so long
A cure for my desolate broken heart

Your love
I wish I could comprehend
Its more than I can possibly bare
But will return proudly
Because I know its true

Your naked body
Close to mine
I embrace
As our bodies meet
Showing each other the affection we share
How about a happy poem? ;) Well enjoy
Robert Guerrero Nov 2013
Was it a mistake?
Was awakening a poet
So lost in the depression
More important than being sane?
Was the questions better left be unasked?
They say everthing happens for a reason
So tell me what reason does this have?
Is it to show me that I shouldn't love?
Is it to show me that this poet is better off dead?
I'm tired of trying to reach his throat through my wrist
I want him gone
I think I should have never fell for her
Because it seems that I'm the one hurting myself
Far more than anyone has ever
My stupid ******* mother didn't even hurt me this bad
I'm the reason for these scars
Not the death I've witnessed
Not the *******'s and go **** yourself
Not the you're just like your mother
Not the you're just another charity case
Going nowhere but deeper in the alleys
As you want to scream when the world rapes you
I think I should have never fell for her
Was it a mistake?
Somebody answer me!
I don't want to find out
Big tough guy Robert is scared
And I don't have enough batteries for this flashlight
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