I speak in behalf of the trees
The voiceless souls who lay dormant upon this wretched plain
I speak in behalf of the animals
Whose homes we destroy everyday for our own personal gain
I see their tears
The ones they conseal underneath their blood drenched skin
I feel their pain
The pain us humans seem to ignore because we are cold hearted  beings
Don't you see what we are doing
Mother nature is screaming in agony as we laugh in her face
She gives us life
In return we give her death
She gives us a home
In return we give her regret
It's a shame really
We should be appalled in ourselves but we are too busy basking in our own glory
Our temporary glory at that
What will we do when mother nature has nothing else to offer us
All because we sapped her dry
Because we are greedy vessels of pure meat
Maybe then we will taste a piece of our own "glory"
What we deserve...
And that is death!

Smile.
A smile is not the cure to pain
It is not the gateway to happiness
It is simple a mask to compress the pulsating sorrow that shows all over your broken soul
A smile is nothing more than another ****** expression saved in your memory banks
It has no real meaning
At the same time it represents something that is so much more
It represents a passion that is often wrongfully ignored
It represents resolution within your own being
Hope that illuminates from your very skin
But a smile itself represents absolutely nothing
When someone tells you to smile they are not saying it will solve all of your problems
They're saying it'll maybe help you answer your unanswered questions
That it will maybe help bring peace to your off balanced mind
That it will maybe lead you to a reason to actually feel joy
Help you break through the invisible gate,
Instead of looking like a **** poor pitiful soul who lost everything
That is the definition of a smile
The word ****** expression that lost it's meaning
So do the world a favor and just smile

I was told tears are a sign of weakness
That they will lead to my demise
So I laugh just to test it out
Looking pain right in the eye
Why am I still alive
I'm crying after all
Do you not hear my tears of joy
Its sound is splashing all over the place
Loud and clear "demise"
I guess that makes me... mortal
A slayer of demise
For I am laughter, bringer of joy
Healer of all pain

My life is stuck on repeat
It's the same **** everyday
Tears of blood
Wipe them away
Tears of blood
Wipe them away
One day it will be different  
My body will eventually give
And I...
Well I will perish

I wash my hands of you,
At least I try to
My heart still write songs about your unmeasurable beauty
About how talented you are
About how amazing you looked that night
So I told myself maybe I'll get to hear your sweet voice just one more time
Maybe I'd get to see your beautiful smile just one more time
Maybe I'd get the chance to hold your soft hands just one more time
Maybe I won't see you ever again
Forcing me to become a victim of the deadly phrase,"what if"
What if I'd just told you about how felt when talking to you
How you literally made my day even when it was past the point of no return
How pathetic I looked as I waited for you to return my text
What if I just told you these these truths instead of hiding behind this invisible wall
What if I told you I think I'm falling in love with you
Would you say it back
Or would I just look like a fool
what if you were part of my life
Would you be happy
Or would I be the worst guy you ever met
What if...
I could be your guy

I can't breathe
My entire world is crumbling down upon me
It's enclosing on me,squeezing me,trying to pop me like a pimple
Trying to force to become this being that I am not
I CAN'T BREATHE!
So I just scream,"Get off me,leave me alone",
But no no no it does not go!
No,it just get closer and closer,
Whispering in my ear louder and louder!
Why won't you just leave me alone!
You expect me to be genius that I am not
This problem solver at a moments notice
Trying to compare me to them
Well I am not them,I am me
I am not this Almighty smart being
I do not have wings, soaring high above the skies
No,I run in the woods,attempting to hide from judgmental words
I run in the wind,across the seas, burning the words to ashes as I pass them by
Laughing yet crying because I have become exhausted from the nonstop comparisons
No matter where I go they seem to find me
Dancing around my head taunting me
I will never be free
Why won't you just let me be
Why must you hold me in these handcuffs trying to bend me to your will
Conditioning me until I forget who I am
Why...?
Don't you see I will never be like them
I can never be like them
Though I wish I could
I must find my own way
Whatever way that may be,
I'll find it and just be me

Bow down to me.
Look me in my eyes and bow down to me
Drink my blood and feel pain to the extreme
Cry the forgotten tears of desperation
Feel the scorching flames that course through your veins
Then bow down to me
Gravel at my feet
Know who I am,
And what I have done
That I once was a hero of great faith
But now...
Now...
I am death,destroyer of all worlds

Where is everyone going
What have I done
I'm all alone now
WHAT HAVE I DONE!!!!!
I can only cry
Thinking of the good I could of did
The pain I could of healed
But instead...
Instead...
**I became death,destroyer of all worlds

If I am mad
What am I mad at
This answer that I seek
The solution I cannot find

If I am mad
Who is to bare this misery with me
Pay for their crimes against my essensence
Burn in hell where they belong

If I am mad
Who is to draw my sword if I lose control
Save me from myself
Perish in the Pitts of no return

If I am mad
Is there a such thing as being "safe"
Who will survive the chaos
Break me if it comes to such a thing

If I am mad
Will I cry as I realize what I've done
Will I choose to continue my existence upon wretched plain
Or will I choose to say goodbye to all but I

If I am mad
God help these poor innocent souls
End me I beg thee
Force me to drop dead before their very eyes

If I am mad
Allow me to go in peace
For I know what comes next...
Is everything but

Why am I so angry
Like this world has done me so wrong
Who am I to blame for this madness,
This blood that is spilling all over my insides
This dagger I found  carving out my soul
Who am I even mad at
It's like I'm mad at everyone but no one
Like I have failed myself and my heart is confused
Where am I
I am lost within my own thoughts that haunt me in my sleep
Why am I so angry
I keep seeing these images in my head
Images of me standing in front of a fire watching souls burn
As I burn myself yet unaffected by the flames
Like I am the flames
Like I am the son of death
Who am I...Who am I

What's the point anymore
The depression is too strong and I am too weak
I can feel it clawing at my soul
Breaking my bones turning me into jelly
I can hear its whispers in my ears
Telling the rest of my body to just ******* give
What's the point anymore
My blood has already blackened
And eyes have already dried from the nonstop crying
My head aches and my heart is non-existent
I just need a respite from the ******* called life
Only I wish it would be permanent
No more tightropes, afraid I may fall 30 stories to my death
Not that it would be a bad thing to begin with
Funny I say I hate life so much but I'm terrified of death
Maybe a part of me wants to live
Forcing me to second guess every move I make
Only making it that much worse
What's the point anymore
Maybe there is one and I just can't see it
Maybe it's not just my left eye that is blind
Maybe it is me as a whole
And death isn't the answer I seek
Maybe just maybe I'll see

Leaves of orange red and green
Crystal blue skies as far as the eye can see
Fresh air flowing through the lungs
Birds chirping hidden in the trees
Long walks through the majestic woods
Eyes sealed shut letting nature lead the way
The sun's gleaming lights seeping through the holes above
Adding a certain sparkle to the already amazing world
Calming waves crashing against the ocean shores
Fish splashing down the rivers and streams
The children playing in the fallen leaves
You smiling at me as I hold your hand
The perfect autumn day if you ask me
But then again,
Any day can be perfect with you in hand

I don't know what I'm doing anymore
I just wanna go splat all over the wall
I wanna cut my chest wide open
Then say goodbye to it all
I been through so much recently
When I haven't even got over my past
So why don't I just die already
Just close my eyes and rot away
Cause I don't know what I'm doing anymore
I just wanna go splat all over the wall
Write my death note with my own blood
Then disappear in a puddle in the hall

His name was unknown
A historical artifact lost throughout time
His face was a mystery
For it was an encrypted file locked behind a titanium mask
His voice...if he had one
It was silenced cricket,
Whose purpose in life just seemed to be no more

This is the story of a teen, who became known as silver

Legends have spoke of untold tales that prove he wasn't always like this
That he was once a very passionate and outgoing being
That he believed the world wasn't just a waiting room  for the afterlife
That the afterlife even existed to begin with
These tales told stories of him not crying tears of blood
In fact before no one knew what a tear looked like coming from his eyes
Now they can't remember a time he actually smiled

One tale blamed his sudden transformation on the death of his grandpa
Apparently he loved this man with all his heart
Grandpa was the only man who acted as a father figure to silver
When grandpa killed himself almost seven years ago
It was then silver began to crumble
He became weak, scared, terrified of what might happen next
After a while the silver everyone knew vanished from the naked eye

Another tale told of an event that occurred prior to his grandpa's death
An event that actually occurred throughout a single week
In this week silver was now homeless, his mother was jobless, and soon the car just gave in as well
Though then he did not cry,there was a certain look in his eyes that spoke depression
As if life to him was now pointless with him believing he was undeserving of this misery
Life and death were now the same to him
They both meant death and he was walking the path

There was one other tale that was said to be a major contributor to silver's pain
This is one being coming from within his own vessel
It was said that because silver was such a caring person he viewed the world's problems and became depressed because he couldn't do anything about them
It was said that it was just too much for him to handle
So he would secretly cut himself attempting to find a solution
Even after committing this taboo an answer never showed its rundown beaten face
So silver made a solution and that was to become emotionless

There are many other untold tales that lurnk in the shadows
Many in which will remain there for all eternity
But maybe if they all found the light the old silver
His name...
His face
His voice...
Maybe just maybe they would return

I don't know why I bother anymore
The damage has been done already and it cannot be reversed
Yet I feel like I still can do something to fix this
As if this still existed
It was so long ago when we met
Everyone just seemed to hate you and I found it to be funny
I found it something I could relate to
The only difference was you didn't care
No, you actually seemed to laugh at it
Which intrigued me even more
Now we are fighting as if we're enemies in world war III
Guns pointed at each other head and knives at the throats
Wishing the other would just die
But funny thing is I don't want that anymore
I actually wish to be your friends
Not an enemy like everyone else
I know strange when I kinda initiated this war
Well not kinda I did start this war
I should of just backed down that day
Really didn't mean to hurt you
For that I am sorry
I'm sorry
Wish I could take back that day
I just wish we could be friends again

When I was a kid,
And I mean when I was a kid
I had a dream
It was a very profound dream,
You'd never think a mere kid could even have these thoughts

Over the years this dream just dissipated into dust
After a while there wasn't even dust
It had become a forgotten memory
Force subdue harsh punishment for existing
Until even the forgotten forgot it

Before long it had began to crumble
As it finally understood that it would never see the light of day again
That it would forever soak in the pitts of hell
Falling apart then burning to ashes
So in a dark corner it sat

Not that there was a light to began with
It cried in sorrow hoping that it would get lucky and be saved
That even possibly the forgotten remembered it
Days, months, then years past
And still it sat in a dark corner burned to a crisp

It comes to prove that even dreams have dreams
A desire to be simply fulfilled
Is that too much to ask
To be complete
And die only to be reborn in another kid

Am I ready

The question I've been attempting to bypass all this time

Am I ready

Am I ready to accept the responsibilities that will be bestowed before me by me simply saying,"yes"

Am I ready

Am I ready to sacrifice my life, when yours is in danger

Am I ready...

I don't know if I am
It's not that I'm afraid,
But that I am terrified
I look in the mirror then look at you and think,
"You're too beautiful for I"
At the same time I don't want to hurt you
You can understand that can't you

I want to spend all of eternity with you
Make you smile and feel special inside
Hold you when your cold
And walk upon the sandy beaches hand to hand
Can't you understand that
I thought about this long and hard
Analyzing ever possible out come twice

I just don't want to mess up,
But because I am so afraid I just don't know what to say
So am I ready
Truth be told I am not
But I can't let you go, not again
So for our sake
I am ready

I love you, baby girl

Have you ever starred in a mirror for so long you began to see just shapes
Nothing good or bad,just lines upon lines
You become so facinated by the art you see in the reflecting wall
You just began to lose yourself
Slowly forgetting about all the things you hated about yourself
Even the small things you actually like
For that short period of times nothing else seems to matter
The thought of being this perfect being that your not simply fades away
Gaining this self-confidence in yourself you never even knew you had
It's just a wonderful experience that you never want to lose
Then you snap back into reality
That moment you become so confused and sad for reason you don't know why
Thinking back in your life wondering where you went wrong
In most cases finding some false memory you want to believe is true
It's tragic really
You began to think why is life cruel
Hating ever little bit about it
Just becoming a hateful person in general
It's just sad
Why can't the images in the reflecting wall be reality

Just why...

Before I was a poet who didn't know what he wanted to be
Lost in tragedy always being looked down upon by thee
I was never good enough no matter what I did
Always sitting in the darkest corner wondering why this had to be
Always crying becoming the pathetic boy they pushed upon me
But now that I think about it...
I should be laughing not crying
Thanking not dying
Smiling not pouting
I mean it's my birthday after all
I'm finally seventeen soon to be thirty
I don't care that I'm not the best at what I do
Or that i probably won't ever be
But one thing I promise to thee
All these years you were wrong about me
You don't know me
The obstacles I survived to get to where I am
The battles I fought losing parts of me
I would love to see how you survive my war
But until you fight it...
Don't do me
I don't care about your back story;
You sure as hell don't care about mine,
But you see...
To be or not to be
The thing is I am me,
And I am proud to be

I don't understand why the innocent must pay for the treacherous ways
Why they must be cut down like trees without ever getting a say
Constantly being picked at as if they are the turkey on thanksgiving day
The only difference is they don't get a silver tray
No,their trays are where ever they finally collapse from the pressure
Maybe they'd get lucky and fall in bed of roses
Like it would make difference anyways;
Still the carving knives would be feet that trample upon them,
And the forks would be fist that lay waste to their remains
Their tears would be flavor that was locked in their tender meat
As they curl up in ball trying to lessin the pain
The pain,the endless nightmare they deal with every single day
That is the toll they must pay
Waiting for their bodies to finally decay
Until then they are a mp3 stuck on replay
Living the same life over and over again
Some days the pain is actually worse;
The bleeding scare tissue never really goes away
It is just reopened wider everyday
At times it gets so bad they just lay
As they stare at the clouds that pass by
Smiling begging them to stay,
But no they always go away
That is when the blade comes into play
Finally they would close their eyes and began to pray
Look the other way and just say
"So the treacherous finally got their way¨

I tired
I sleep now
But I too afraid to close I eyes
This dream, this horrific dream
Is this a river of blood I see
Where is it coming from
What is this place
I hands...
Why are I hands red
Is this hell
Can't be
I a good boy
I did nothing wrong
Are those people I see down there
I go get answers from river blood people
I run, i run
I run as fast I little legs can take I
I?
Who is I?
Am I I?
Yes, I I
I me
Me I
If I is me
Me must be I
Right?
I confused
Me confused
me no feel too good
Me lay down now
Where is me
who is me
me sleepy
Me still know no where I is
Wait...
I know me
Me no I
I no me
I am a living being
I must wake up now
Goodbye dream
Until next time

I lived...
      
          I died...

                    I was reborn...


          Now I rise.

You think it is about the money
That this thin green slip can fill the dark void you left in my heart
Well newsflash, baby girl
Money doesn't buy love
It doesn't replace pure emotion,
And I loved you
That I could put upon my grave
How could you do this to me
Break my heart I mean
I wanted to give you everything
Make you feel as if you were a queen,
But you just dethroned me
You took my heart right out of my chest
Then ripped it to streads as if it meant nothing
Was it worth it
Do you feel accomplished
Stealing my very essence then just simply laugh in my face
I can't even be mad,
Should of saw it coming
But I was blinded by your mere beauty
I hope you pleasant life is hell
And I hope you burn there as well

I just want to be noticed and loved as well

I can't seem to accept that you're gone
Constantly I find myself turning around only to discover you're no longer there
I miss you so much
Though you died nearly six years ago,
At night I cry myself to sleep missing your presence
Why...why did you have to leave me in this world all alone
It's so cold in this dark corner,
And my tears only make it worse
Every night I would wish upon the stars hoping for your return,
Write sad song wishing you would respond
BUT YOU NEVER DO!!!!
I can't help but blame myself for your death;
Maybe if I was there you would still be alive,
Or maybe I would be dead as well
Now the only thing that brings me comfort is this gun to my head
It speaks to me, ya know (laughs nervously)
It say that all I need to do is pull the trigger and all my pain will go away
Then we can be together once again,
But I don't want to die yet
I mean yes my heart aches
It even has a gaping hole in the center of it
But somehow it still remains in tact
Half its original mass, but still fighting to survive
Everything I know today is because of you
You taught me that life was a heartache
That it will stab me non-stop trying to get me to break
It almost got me to
I was on the verge to breaking
Almost forgot everything and gave in to the night
So close to smiling because I was losing my mind
But it's not over yet, not for me
Now that I see its treacherous ways
I'm ready to stand tall like you taught me to do
Thank you grandpa, I owe it all to you

Let's get real
No more games
No more lies
Let's just get real

Poetry is not a battlefield
People are meant to die in an outlet of emotions
It was not meant to be this way
THIS IS NOT A WAR

Why do we have guns aimed at each other
When the truth is we all have something in common
Shouldn't we be helping each other instead of having death matches
Why is this happening

What happened to roses are red, violets are blue
I love you too
When did poetry become so dark
When did it become a weapon of mass destruction

The oceans are so red when they were once blue
They're tainted by the blood some of us try and cleanse our hands of
Other stand by the once clean rivers shooting themselves in the head
As they just give up on the sacred art

Is this really what poetry has become
A blood bath of sad songs
Such disparity
Is this the truth of poetry is

Then it only becomes worse because of those who embrace the dark art
Drawing swords striking down anyone who dares fight against them
Will this stupid cycle of chaos ever end
This is not what it was meant to be

Poetry was meant to be the angel of light
Not the lord darkness
Now look at this new so called "poetry"
Look at this new disgrace

Hahahaha what a shame
The human race is so pathetic
Jumping on mere a child
So many of you and only one of him
What a disgrace
You dare call yourself adults
Letting this "CHILD" rally you up
Like seriously do you not have lives
Wasting your time trying to win a war that cannot be won  
Because if you do manage to "WIN"
What do you gain
"Oh,I made this kid shut up"
Newsflash LOSER you're nothing but a bully
A grown *** bully
One who apparently does not have a life
Because he/she is wasting his/her time trying to fight a child
So do yourself a favor and back the hell up
And while you're at it grow a pair
Cause apparently you don't have any if you're jumping on a kid

We all make sacrifices to survive in this world
Many in which we regret to the very end,
But we lie to ourselves saying it's for the greater good
Even when we know there is no greater good in what we're doing
For there will never be a greater good when making costly sacrifices,
But I guess that's where the philosophy "you win some, you lose some", comes from
If that's the case why are we fighting
No matter what do so many people will get hurt
Does it make it any better since we're trying to survive
In this chaos is there really a good guy,
Or are we all just the villain in disguise
Which begs one to wonder what if everything we believed in was a lie
And we're all just part of some elaborate scheme to eliminate ourselves
What if our true purpose was to die
Would you take a life to save your own,
Only postpone your own demise
So the only real question left to ask is
What if...?

I'm done
You can call me a coward but enough is enough
At this moment I'm throwing away my gun
I'm tired of this pointless war
So many shots have been fired for no reason
But arc if you're reading this poem meant for you
I'm not in this anymore
So I am asking nicely now to leave me out of it
Aim your armed word in another direction
CAUSE I AM DONE.
I apologize if I hurt you in any kind of way
If you don't accept this resignation please let's settle it like men
Not behind these pointless poems
But face to face
You know how to contact me
I await your answer
Until then adios

Who am I to judge men with broken souls
To tell them that the dagger that currently pierces their heart hurts or not
What right do I have to tell them to get over it
As if I have felt the pain that courses through their veins
Over the generation humankind has been known to reject science they have yet to understand
And as a man I can vouch for that
We as men have been marked as emotionless beings
But can you really blame us for it
Growing up we were fed with the knowledge of our past lives
That we had to remain strong when times got tough
Simply because of the fact that we are men
When they cry our shoulders are the ones they lean upon
When they are scared we are the ones they look to for protection
And we can't let them down
What would we look like if we ran cowardly in the mist of the darkness
Seeing their faces slowly being drenched in tears as we turned the other way
So as men we reject the feeling of pain to be there for those who need our help
But because of this we cry silently into the air wishing we had the option to run
That we had the option to hide behind someone and feel safe
But that's not the case
We stand there starring danger in the eyes only thinking about those behind us
So when I see a man with a broken soul I can't blame him
Though I probably haven't felt his pain, I felt pain similar too it
For the dagger it leaves lodged into your chest
You tell us if it hurts or not

If I'd known you'd leave for real,
I would of wrote you a love poem
I would of held you tighter,
And whispered," I love you", in your ears
I would of gave you the world,
And made all your pain disappear
Only if I knew you'd leave for real
I would have never taken you for granted
I would of listen to your soft sweet voice
I would of looked you in your eyes and accepted I got lost in them every time
Baby, only if knew you'd leave for real
I would of held your hand,
And walked along the shores of the sandy beaches
I would of acknowledged your beautiful smile,
And made you feel like you were the queen
But see I was focused on the wrong things
Now you're gone because of me
If only I'd known...maybe you'd still be here

Hey...you okay
You seem kinda messed up in the head
Also seem to be talking a lot of ****
Like I don't know if I should give you some toilet paper or breath mint
Yeaaaaaa, that was kinda lame
But anyways can I ask you something
like on the real note  every time I hear your voice this question just appears in my head
It literally pulls a great Houdini on my *** shouting abracadabra as is makes its grand entrance
Yes I got jokes but I don't use them often
Now listen closely I don't want you to miss anything
You listening?
Okay good

Do I give a ****
Do I look like I give a ****
No seriously do I look like a give a ****
Cause apparently I'm supposed to give these two major ***** about what you think about me
Then I'm supposed to give even more ***** about what you "THINK" I think about you
When the truth in the matter I don't give a **** about you
You expecting me to drop down to your level taking these cheap shots
"oh, I ****** your mom last night"
congratulations couldn't get any from your age so you went and found yourself a cougar
Bravo whoopdy-*******-do
Now let's get real, grow up
Are you really that pathetic that you attack someone who isn't even in this situation
Like **** man how low can you go
This **** ain't limbo ya know
Look at you taking cheap shot at me from a far
oooooo I'm so afraid
Anyways that's all I wanted to say
If you're a real man you'd say it to my face
And for future notice remember this
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Hop off my ****
Especially you

I feel like a loser stuck on the same level of life
Dying on the same exact part time after time again
Retry retry retry
I remember retry more fluently than my own name
Just wanted to be someone
Mean "special" in another's heart
Instead I received a dagger in my own
As the blood spills in circle around me
Forming a barrier I cannot cross
I stand, because I don't believe I deserve to sit
Absorbing the hatred towards myself
For becoming this being that I am not
What was I thinking when I decided to follow through with this plan
I realized it was wrong so long ago but it was a simpler time
Back than I was ignorant to the fact on what life really was
That it wasn't about being liked
It wasn't about being everyone's favorite
Now that I know the truth nothing is the same
I look upon my hands screaming fake at the top my lungs
I am fake, this is not who I am
It's too late for me though
Cause though I realize that this not who I am it is too late turn back
Not that there is a back to turn to
All I see is a trail of ashes because I burnt the real me out of existence
I don't even remember what I look like behind the mask
How could of been so blind
Now I cry in my sleep as attempt to remove the mask
Knowing that it is permanently glued to my face
For it is now my face
Because my true face has dissolved to waste

You know I'm tired of playing this game
Always chasing the right girl away
All because I'm too blind and stupid chasing after the wrong
Why am I playing this ******* game
It's like I'm allergenic to the truth,
And just enjoy beating my self as if I'm slave
Like seriously what the **** am I doing with my life
Ruining it, maybe
Because I'm sure as hell ain't making it better
I mean look at me battle scares are bruises imprisons my body in the jail ceil in monopoly
Only if it were a game
But no, this real life
This is reality, what my life will be based off of
But stupid ol' me treat it as if it was a ******* game  
Why can't I get it through my thick skull that is not a ******* game
Am I retarted or just that slow
It is as if my ******* chained my arms to the **** floor and threw away the ******* keys
What the **** am I doing with my ******* life
Why am I throwing it away as if it is worthless tool
Am I really that much of a fool
Just sitting down on this stool watching the clock tic
What the **** am I doing with my life
No seriously someone please tell
Cause clearly I'm not bright enough to know

They call me childish but I laugh with these eyes
The crimson tears that once flooded the skies
Always being looked down upon as if I'm Satan's child
The struggle is real and I don't know why
I'm just an innocent child who just wanted to survive
Fighting the tough battle that'll lead to his demise
Being weakened for reasons only god knows why
Stumbling on ever twig that he passes by  

But why...

I just wanted to live my life
I didn't ask to be stuck beneath these skies
But what does one expect from an orphan in disguise
Blooded tears leaking from his broken eyes
If only they knew the truth
The pain I try so hard to deny
Calling home a box in the street
Curling up in a ball trying to maintain the heat

This life...

I would reach out calling out for mom
But mom is gone probably getting high again
There goes my lunch money dad was kind enough to give
Too bad papa don't want me refusing to take me in
He knows mom is an addict but he just looks at me saying I'll survive
Ha I'll survive after I starve to death
Because I have too much pride to be on the streets begging for money
Only for it to be used for my mother's "food"
It ain't my fault my parent's abandoned me
sigh why this life gotta be so hard


I didn't...

I'm so weak I can't complain no more
My legs feel like rubber and my stomach continues to growl
I can feel my life span shortening searching for a sad relief
It's the end for me, god please set me free
I crawl in desperation settling for the crumbs I find on the ground
Look at me pathetic
It's sad how life did me so wrong

ask for...?

Who would dare ask for this
I just wanted to be a normal if you know what I mean
I want to yell at my parent's saying I hate them
Knowing they still love no matter what
But that's not the case for I
The child about to die leaving his cursed why's
But why this life I didn't ask for?

As I walk through the battlefeild of hate
Bleeding every step of the way
I remember the reason why I fight
The reason why I must return home

As the blood gushes out of my open wounds
My strength never dwindle beyond my reach
I crawl in pain making my way
Just to live another day

As I watch my comrades fall to the ground
My fears grew stronger
And my pride lit the night,
I'm coming home...that I do swear

I made a promise
One that I plan to keep
I will not die here
Not as long as my heart beats

You wait for me at home
And I will see you soon
My love of my life...stay strong my dear
For me...please...I will end this here

I am a man no, I am a black man
I walk these streets with a cursed mark upon my hands
The white man trys told me in these restraints
But I laugh, look him in the eyes and say

You don't control me
This ain't slavery no more
God granted me free will
So who are you to question the gifts god give

It's funny really
When you look at my kind all you see sin
As if we're monsters created by satan
But please keep thinking that way, it's only making us stronger

The thing is this is a new world
A world were the swords between our races no longer need to be drawn
But still you haven't given up
Even after seeing what our kind can do

I admire that though
It shows that you're strong
But you see you're fighting the wrong war
It's no longer this or that

Instead, it's can we survive
Yesterday we fought each other to the death
But today we need to fight side by side
So that we can even see a tomorrow

Can't you understand that
Yeah sure I'm black
And so what you're white
But this is not about that

Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. once said he had a dream
And his dream was to see our kinds live in peace and harmony
That one day the world won't see it as being black or white  
But instead see it as equal living beings

Have you ever thought he was right
You're trying to wage war against us
And we're simply trying to end it
But I guess that is asking too much

So many have died trying to keep us separated
But enough is enough
What if it was your grandma, brother or sister
Would you finally end it then

Why wait when it's too late
Why **** anymore who don't deserve to die
On both sides we have lost so much
So let's compromise

We don't ask to be on top
We just simply wanted to be treated as equals
Because we were all born in this world survivors
But what's the point of surviving just to walk into another fight

We're simply exhausted
So please let's end it here
Let's be friends
And survive to see tomorrow

Black skies...
Blue moon...
Storm clouds destroying everything on the move
Bad dreams...nightmares
Then there is you
Your eyes are like precious jewels
Your smile so scary because it is so perfect
Leaving me to daydream thinking about you
Ignoring the the black skies that surround me
The thunderstorm that strike the ground before me
Out all things that live on this earth you're the only one that scares me
Because you're so beautiful
And I am me

If you are one who hates to shed tears...


This is not a poem for your eyes to read

This is not a poem of happiness
This is not a poem of hope
This is not a poem of light

This is a poem of shattered dreams
This is a poem of broken hearts
This is a poem of pure sadness

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There once was a boy whose name shall not be said
This boy had dreams and the motives to complete them
He was foolish enough to believe he could do anything

One day this boy came home to a tree
He starred at this tree with great interest
Wondering how in the world this tree fell on his house

Little did this boy know that tree was only the beginning
He slowly walked towards the tree and realized that was his home
So he walked to his neighbors house failing to take his eyes off the tragedy

The little boy knocked on the door with a smile on his face and said
"Can I use your phone to call my mom, there's a tree on my house"
Then he laughed as if this situation was humorous to him

When he finally got to the phone he was fascinated by it's old school design
Slowly he dialed his mom's number only to learn some heartbreaking news

His momma died moments earlier from a stray bullet
The boy dropped the phone and slowly began to back away
His eyes were widened in disbelief

The boy was so broken he could not cry
He walked away after that and disappeared
That fateful day was the last time that little boy was seen

Some say he killed himself and his body lays dormant at the bottom of the sea
Others say he is still alive alone in the woods somewhere
The truth is...

Tyler burned himself alive causing the biggest forest fire in history
Tyler was only eight years old
Full of hope now spreaded all over the world as ashes

Rest is peace young Tyler

The ability to write poetry is the ability to understand life
To know it's not always about being the best
That it's not always about who can do what
Poetry is emotion
It is the silent words that lurk in our minds
It is our unsaid weaknesses exploited to their full potential
Which then makes it our strengths
It is the bridge that connects us to the mortal world
It is the proof that we are human
That we can cry
That we can laugh
That we can have remorse...
To us poet it is so much then just words on a piece of paper
It is our heart and our pride
As poets we all have our reasons why we write
Because we all come from our different backgrounds
Some of us have lost sight of the light
Other bath in it
There are even some who sit upon the border because they can't make up their mind
But as poets we all have one thing in common
We write because we are not immortal
We write because poetry is our life
We write because  poetry is our hope
And if we didn't have it we'd all be in a different place
Most likely a place beyond darkness
Even if the reason we write is joy
What's the point of being happy if everyone else is not
So we write to share
That's what it means to be a poet

I been missing you
It feels like you have been gone for an eternity
Year after year after year even though you only been gone for a month  
Everyday is the same
I would stare at the skies wonder why aren't you here, where are you
I just want to hold your hand, and walk among the sandy beaches
Dance childishly under the majestic waterfalls
Then lay in a open plain gazing at the stars, as we make a wish upon the one that falls
Though my wish has already came true
I met you, the most beautiful girl in the world
Your eyes twinkle like the stars only brighter
Your smile them lips are nothing less than perfection
Then your personality
Strong independent woman yet sweet and incident
So this is me asking you
Will you be mine