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Simon Obirek May 2014
now, kid, I know I haven't been the best
man to guide you through life
I've tried my best
succeeded
and failed
but I've tried my best.

I loved you
I miss you
it's been almost a year
I hate the gap
that you left behind.

You were so amazing
always nice
kind
giving
funny
the best thing I ever
brought to this world
you always lived for yourself
and yourself alone
but you helped others
to live their lives to the fullest.

I just took some sleeping pills
not too much, just enough to see you
I miss you so much.
But I wonder,
who'll take care
of your mum and sister
when I'm gone.
Simon Obirek May 2014
you graduated
but didn't move
didn't work
didn't study
just stayed behind
in your hometown.

that's the hardest part about
staying
when everyone else left
the world doesn't care
what you think
or how you feel.

you're in the queue
at the store
getting flashbacks
then you see a youngster
paying at the other till
it's like seeing yourself
from two years ago
and all of a sudden,
you miss everyone.
Simon Obirek May 2014
i used to love the smell of her
on my clothes
i used to enjoy her hair
pacing in front of my eyes.

but
everything collapsed
worlds colliding
people make mistakes
even the people we love.

now i'm more in love
with our memories
than with her.
but in the end
we all become the person
we swore we'd never be.
Simon Obirek May 2014
the world is our enmityville
don't bother trying to catch that bus,
the driver won't stop for you.

hissing telephone wires
noisy tea kettles
the lonely ******
you hear through your wall.

people bringing you down
people getting the best of you
funny how saints are born
once they've run out of sins.

this is enmityville
where neither life nor death
seems appealing.
Simon Obirek May 2014
if altitude
is determined by
attitude
I'm in my grave.
Simon Obirek May 2014
he jumped off Golden Gate
they never saw him again.

cracked his skull on the pavement
the boys kept kicking.

blood spilled everywhere
suicide note too soaked to read.

he arrived to the party in a Ford Escort
he left it in an ambulance.
Four stories all based on Ernest Hermingway's Iceberg Theory (or theory of omission). This poem pieces them all together; they are different but they all have a common theme and a common technique.
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