It's amazing how I call myself a poet
A master of words
Able to bend and warp them in ways you cannot even begin to fathom
But when I look at you, my mind reverts back to that of a toddler
Unable to comprehend what is happening right before his very eyes
It is as if your beauty transcends reality
Trapping me in this dream state with only one goal in mind
Making you mine until the end of time
So even when I open my eyes,
I could relive the moment your smile lit up the night skies

I just want to be noticed and loved as well

Pow Pow thud
I was only Seven years old when it happened
Life hadn't even begun before it was taken from me
My best friend walked in with a loaded gun
Didn't tell anyone he had it
Didn't even show any signs before he snapped
He just smiled and laughed like any other day
Then it happened
At first it was quiet
But that didn't last for very long
There was a loud bang followed by a bright light
Next thing I know I was floating away looking at my own body
Drowning in my own blood
Wasn't moving, breathing, heart wasn't pounding
I was dead before I had the chance to live
As a kid I always said I never wanted to grow up
But now,
I'd **** just to experience it for a day

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 find myself in chains walking across an open field
Drowning in a sea of my own doubt,
As life whoops me like a newly reformed slave
Systematically ripping me of my pride and high self esteem
Until I'm nothing but a mindless zombie with a soul
My heart shattered unable to comprehend why it was sentenced to die in the most painful way
Why it leaks a substance that resembles that of tar
Screaming in pain and agony as it is shredded for parts
I tried running away but my legs feel like jello
My mind won't function, it's too damaged by the blood infested whip that squeeze the life force out of it
And my soul just watches crying tears of blood,
Weakening every second of everyday as it trembles in disbelief
I want to go home, but there is no home for me to go to
So I just lay there rotting away until my damaged remains turns to dirt and blows away

I can only imagine what my dream girl would be like
I mean will she have short hair or long hair
Will her eyes be brown or blue
Will she have a smile of an angel
What will her personality even be like
Does she want to have kids or not
The possibilities were endless and I could only imagine
That was before I met you
For a second I thought I died because I thought you were a fallen angel  
Word escaped my shaking soul
My heart was tugging me so hard telling me to run as fast as I could
But my feet they wouldn't move
I never felt anything so exhilarating
Constantly I asked why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
Then you said those first words and I simple died inside
So nervous I became but words were just flowing out of me
Now I can only think of you
Beautiful girl from the mystic blue

"The price of freedom is death",Malcom X
Death.
What's with term death
What does death have to do with freedom
Are you saying you rather die then allow us to be free
How niiave...
It's sad that it must resort to this
It's sad you refuse to accept us as human beings
As if we aren't made of flesh and blood just as you
As if we don't have emotions
Like we are mindless animals
Wait no, animals are above us in your eyes
Apparently your kind is superior to us
Ha kind.
You judge us by the color of our skin
And because our skin is not pale as yours
We are abnormal and deserving to be caged
What?
The only thing different about us is the color of our skin
We eat,sleep,breathe,even sneeze as you do
Yet we are inferior
inferior to the superior
What nonsense
Open your eyes for five second and see for yourself
Stop the unnecessary violence
Stop wasting your time trying to keep us in check
Together we can build an even greater than we already have
As brothers and sisters in arm

You asked me to prove to you that I love you, so I did
I moved heaven and earth just to be with you
stood by your side through better and worse
Made up silly stories why I just happened to be around
When the truth was I just wanted to see your beautiful smile
I was your shoulder to cry on when you needed one
There to pick you up when everyone else turned their backs
Didn't care how much scrutinizing I would receive
I did all that just to get you back
Now I finally have you and I should be happy
BUT I'M NOT!
My heart doesn't beat the way it did before
it doesn't spell out your name in every thump like it use to
Now it just sits there starring at you wondering are you here
Why are you here?!?!
YOU SCREAMED HER NAME IN YOUR SLUMBER
NOW YOU ASK WHY IS SHE HERE
What kind of game are you playing
Answer me!
Please,heart answer the question
I beg of you...answer me
**Do I love her or do I not?

Puff puff pass

I wanted to be cool so I gave it everything I had
Only to realize that the cost to be cool was a heavy mass
Now look at me,
The ******* in the grass
Over here trying to pull miracles out his ***
Scrapping up loose change to buy some new crack *******
Trying to get a quick fix from the ***** with the new mix
Whispering in everybody's ears
"I'll **** your **** for a quick lick"
Literally doing something strange for some change
Look how pathetic I became

Puff Puff pass*

sigh

Can't you tell,
I sold my soul that day
Now here I lay under the Sun's ray
Burning away
Hoping I'll leave this world in a peaceful way
All while knowing I wasn't cool that day

In fact,

I was nothing more than a fool wouldn't you say

I know this is going to sound quite dramatic
But twelve years a slave
Now I'm finally on my way out
My debt has been paid
My keep has been earned
The struggle has been real
But now I can smile without a doubt
There have been ups and downs
And times I didn't even have a clue
But now I can honestly say
With my ******* in the air
***** I made it and ******* too
The tears of joy flow from eyes
The laugh of disbelief break free of its chains
2016 has finally come
And there's my freedom dancing along

It's funny how the past comes back just to haunt you
Wrapping its arms around you as if the two of you are best of pals
Just before sinking its sharp teeth into your flesh and bones
Causing you to scream ****** mary begging for it to all go away
But it never does it just goes deeper and deeper and deeper
Until you're on your hands and knees
Crying blood tears from your blackened eyes
As you look down into the reflecting pool wondering why me
Why me...
Struggling to reach out to the other where the grass seems greener
Not realizing it's just an allusion
But it doesn't matter now
Because you have already fallen victim to the demon seed

If a tree falls in the woods does it make a sound
Does it sing a song to lessen the pain
Or maybe scream ****** marry as it crys in vain
Does it just lay there starring at the stars
Or does it have a revelation recollecting its now diminishing life
Does it apologize to the animals who lived in it for being too weak
Or does it just smile because It lived a glorious life
Does it finally speak so the human ear can hear
Or does it stay mute laughing at all who once came near
Tell you never wondered does nature really have a voice
Wondered what it sounded like or how it would feel
Does it have a soft sweet voice like a white fluffy cloud
Or does it have deep piercing sound that penetrates even diamonds
Though it is obvious a tree does make a sound when it falls
Have you ever wondered what happens after it all

What is wrong with me
My mind thinks one thing and my body does another
I feel so broken and confuse
Why won't nothing ever go the way I want it to
I have so many great ideas for the future
I wanted to bring to the light parts of the sea that no other human has ever seen
But now as I look at myself in the mirror I second guess everything I do
Am I destined failure?
I know that I'm smart but for the life I can't show the rest of the world
I feel trapped and claustrophobic in my own mind
Bringing my worst nightmares to reality
I failed my own mother!
All I ever wanted to do was make her proud of me
And I promised I would as we faced all life's struggles together
But...
I can't but to think I can't do it
That my true future is life on the street begging for loose change
What if that really is my future
What if I really am a destined failure
I'm sorry...mother

I have been fighting with all my might
Shot down like I didn't even fight
**** this world isn't right
Guess I got to blow this ***** up with a stick of dynamite
I never wanted to go out this way
I just wanted to be free can't you see
My kind is still stuck in slavery
All I ever wanted was to live a normal life
Disappearing on the beach one summer night
But no, my ******* had to fight for what was right
So instead of kissing my dream girl
I'm kissing the bugs that crawl in and out my body six feet under
It wasn't even beautiful when my life was finally extinguished
Sigh maybe in the future my kind will see the light of day
But until then my soul rest at the bay
So if you need me you know where I stay

I could never say goodbye to the art that grew on me like a fungus
Even if it isn't the same as I remembered it
Poetry is my lifeblood
My soul within my soul
It is my mortal heart
I just have to accept that this is a new dawn
A new day for the failing mastermind
So is this farewell poetry
Yeah sure over my dead body it is
But as long as I live
As long as my heart beats
Even when it finally stops
I am poet to the very end

So this is happening
This is really happening

We call them soldiers
Killing machine that fight for peace
As everything around them is blown to smithereens
They die for a good cause we like to say
Not truly acknowledging that sacrifice they just made
Their dead...
The blood that trickles down stream clearly indicates that
That's something we have become too acquainted with actually
Never truly had a problem with leaving our own behind
Even though in the beginning we preach just the opposite
****, we're sick
Infected with this disease to send one another out to die alone
As we watch them cry begging go home
But there is no home, not for us
If we don't win there will only be misery
Blood rivers that come together to form masses big enough to drown in
But it's the same story even if we do win
Nothing but death

**to be continued

Hear me,
Hear me speak in my native tongue
This poetic justice
From the artist that never belong
From the... sad child who just smiled on the outside
But on the inside was dying from starvation
I'm hungry...
It feels like I haven't eaten anything for an eternity
When actuality the food has just been running right through me
It's sad that not even food see me
It just falls into barring wasteland deep within the blood sea  
Which are just my tears that never seem to stop falling from the... hell skies that absorb me
Free me...
Free me from the burning shackles that laugh at me
I feel as if I'm going crazy
The sun is cold to thee
I'm freezing
I can't breathe
The shadows are suffocating me
Draining me of my very life force
I'm crying...
In a dark corner...
Burning alive...
In the center of a world that doesn't want me

Tag you're it
Life was so much easier when we were kids
None of that real **** ******* existed in our world
Our biggest concern was oh, he stole my snack
Ha,how I long for those days to be once again
Now I often stare at stars wondering will I ever discover peace
Wondering if I will ever regain the spirit I had as a kid  
The days when I all wanted to do was go outside and enjoy life
Because now I just want to go outside and burn it to the ground
There is so much suffering in the world it makes you wonder how it still goes around
How these poor soul manage to get up even though they have been pounded down
I would say it's determination but clearly determination is telling them to kiss its ***
So what the **** is this **** we call our lives
Are we really living it to the fullest or are we living a bunch of lies
Life clearly wants us to burn to pay for our crimes against ourselves
Ourselves...
We claim to ourselves that we are heading towards a brighter future
But the only future I see...
Well let's just say there is no future
Which only makes me long for the life I had as a kid even more than I did before

Let's be real
My poetry isn't what it use to be
I use to write these poetic lines that made you nod your head to the beat
Made you rise from your seat and do a 360 just to hear me speak
But now if that is what you seek
I'm sorry to disappoint but all you will see is me struggling
Living the recession to the fullest
Unable to connect the dots that float right in front of me
Yes, this is one of those stories
About how one of the greats have fallen from the heavens he once resided
The only difference is I was never a great
I'm just a simple minded being who seeks peace for society's sake
But that's kind of hard when society gets off on war
Creating these war torn third world countries who can't even breathe the air they live off on
Then again I'm only 18 so who am I to call out society and its perfect system that has been in play for centuries
So let me just close my mouth now and send you on your marry little way
But before I go there is just one last thing I would like to say

Act now before it is too late.

Three walls and some bars
For twelve years all I saw was three walls and some bars
Oh, and a small window on the forth wall
All because of a crime I didn't even know one could commit
Seventy six counts of ****
What kind of person can even do something so despicable
So downright wrong on so many levels
Then they accuse me of it
A being who couldn't even hurt a fly if it bit him on the right *** cheek
So instead of living free outside prison gates
I am being held captive inside three walls and some bars
With only a view of the small window on the forth wall

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 justed wanted to live my life
I didn't ask to be stuck beneath these skies
But what does one expect from an orphan in deskies
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 that is about to die leaving my cursing why

But why this life I didn't ask for?

Fire...
Such a misunderstood element
Only seen as destruction
As if it's darkness itself

But fire isn't the annihilater it is sought out to be
It has saved more lives than it has destroyed
Though because it has destroyed at all, no one seems to recognize the good it has done
It's sad actually

In ancient times fire was feared
It was known as the element we see today
But as time went on it became an ally
It saved us from an era of darkness

It became our source of light
We began to cook with it
We Even started to mold items that we still use today
But fire is the enemy

On those cold chilly nights what is the first think you think of
Most people would think of heat
And from that we usually began to search for this heat
In most cases where does it lead us...

I know for my family it lead us to the fireplace
Keyword "fire"
It was probably the only time back then we would sit there and laugh together
Those few nights we were actually a family

And it's funny fire is the enemy
We use fire like a trash bag
When we need it we pull it out knowing we're going to dispose of it later
We should be ashamed of ourselves

Fire...
Such a misunderstood element
But one thing is for sure
Fire is not the enemy

They told us to wait,so we did
We waited nearly two hundred years,but where are we still
The black man is still not free
We are still a slaves to society
The society we built, and would not had been here if we didn't come
In the southern peach state of jawja
A confederate flag hangs high and proud
The very flag that implanted darkness in every little black boy's and every little black girl's heart
Are you series?
Is this what you call
"freedom"
A land wherever we go we are being descriminated against as if we're criminals
We never really asked to come here
You kidnapped our ancestors from their homes
NOW YOU WANT TO TREAT US AS IF WE DON'T BELONG
Newsflash
WE DON'T!
We were never supposed to be here
But you thought it was okay when were "slaves"
Truth be told we still are
It's just now that our shackles are invisible to the naked eye
Is it wrong all we want is to be treated as if we are humans
Feel like we belong somewhere
It's too late for us to go back home
This is our home now
So please just let us just be **free

We say we are different
But we only show how alike we truly are
It's as if all we are is a mirror image of the other
Both shouting that I am the original
That you are just a shadow
But let me ask you something
Have you ever truly asked who "you" are
Who "we" are
What is our true purpose upon this meat infested planet
Are we peace bringers
Or is that just a nicer way of saying destroyers
Often you would find me staring at the moon
Asking it for answers that eludes not only I
But the moon never responds
So I just end up laughing and getting lost in the skies
As a kid they told us that every star was a soul that was lost
That now instead of being with us physically they watch over us spiritually
Ha, maybe that is so
But like everything else...
Who truly knows

Black lives matter
The ******* they chant
They say peace and equality is what they seek
Half in which don't even know what they speak
Seeing the opportunity to riot and act a fool
Giving the white man more ammunition to eradicate like they wanted to
Using us and our "protest" as an excuse to pop a cap in our ***
Just to watch us bleed out until we lay in our final beds
And here I am waiting for the breaking news
The black race has gone extinct
So I can be the fool who yells out

"I so called this too"

As my ghost floats to join the rest of you

Mommy I'm afraid
The sky seems so dead these days
As if all its joy has just gone away
The birdies don't sing no more
And the waves don't crash like they use to

Mommy I'm afraid
The world seems so dead these days
As if all its joy has just gone away
But where ever the joy has gone to
I just hope it's not there to stay

I have grown tired of being sick and tired
Always attempting to contain myself in a society unworthy of my containment
It's depressing...and stressful
Here I am screaming at the top of my lungs,but to the rest of the world I am mute
As quite as ******* mouse
They view me a mere child so incompetent he has the inability to do anything
They treat me like I'm a ******* *****
But do I ever really frown
No, I just smile as if everything is okay
But everything is not okay!!!!
In my mind I watch them all burn to ashes,
As I just stand over their scortched bodies eating their remaining flesh and bone
It is so twisted up there that I come to fear myself
It's a struggle for me to say anything because then they'll view me as a psychotic *****
When all I want is respect
To be treated as if I'm human as well
But then again do I really mind
If or when I finally snap they'll notice me then
They'll all notice me then
Then finally I'd gain some respect

I can fly like a bird with no wings.
I can chew like a ****** with no teeth
I can die like a dead man's corpse
I can do anything if I just believe

I can swim like a fish with no fins
I can dig like a dog with no paws
I can eat like a lion with no appetite
Hell I can do anything if I just believe

I can sing like a singer with no voice
I can dance like a dancer with no rythme
I can shine like a sun with no light
**** right I can do anything if I just believe

I can write like a poet with no imagination
I think like a man with no brain
Who am I kidding
I can't do anything

I love her,
I love her with ever breath I breathe
And there is nothing anyone can do to change that
Nothing they could do to break the bond
But look at us now
I'm alone in a dark corner and she's dancing with another man
But still...I love her

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

Fear...
Does is it make us weak because we fear
Fear of failing
Fear of dying
Fear of fear
When afraid we become morons in a way
Doing stupid things that we would have not done on our own
Ruining relationships,
Friends or significant others
Causing chaos where none should exist
But does that really make us weak
No, it makes us human
It only makes us weak when don't face our fears
Constantly running away like a coward
Becoming schizophrenic as we attempt to rescue ourselves
Adding on another type of fear
Fear of forgetting who we are
Forcing us in this endless loop
Eventually we'd  end up alone in a dark place
Not even attempting to escape because we feel as if we belong here
Where ever "here" may ever be
All because we were too afriad to face a simple fear
Allowing ourselves to just shrink until there is nothing left but the dust of own remains
So don't be weak and overwhelmed by fear
Be strong and overcome the overwhelming

Am I prepared to face death, fighting for what I believe in
Draw my sword in attempt to protect the weak
Will I ever admit I'm afraid beyond fear,
Or will I die without the world ever knowing I was a lie
Should I seek help with these thoughts in mind,
From the very people I strive to keep out of this demise
Does it even matter what I think anyways
Besides,the real question is
When the sun rises tomorrow
Will I call it quits,
Or will I stay to fight another day

For years I have had poetry misconstrued
Thinking about what it was technically
Instead of thinking about what it was actually
Because technically poetry is nothing more than words on a sheet of paper
It has just been arranged in a certain way to tell a story

I remember my first days of writing poetry
Personally I thought that it was gay
And because I knew how to write it so well I questioned my sexuality
It bothered me so much in fact, there came a time I attempted to hide the forbidden skill
Ha,that didn't last very long

My first poem dates back to the year 2006,when I was in third grade.
It was ,"simply amazing", according to my teacher
I can recall because I ripped it up hoping to never see a poem again
I hated poetry with a passion due to the fact it coarsed through my veins
I didn't see another poem until the six grade

It was then I met this girl named Deja,a fanominal poet
She would always brag in our second period literature class how she was just the best
I slick had a crush on her but I'd never tell her that
She claimed I was nothing compared to her
So I laughed and wrote the poem, "Different I May Be,"

Never once other then that moment did I get her to hush
She actually began to blush a little though we pretended that never happened
Her eyes were both just wow
They spoke fierce yet sweet
I really was falling deeply for her

That day I finally opened my eyes beginning to think that poetry really wasn't gay
That it was actually a beautiful thing
Though I didn't start actually writing poetry until the end of that year,
After I read the poem,I know why the caged bird sings",by Maya Angelou
I kind of owe this rediscovery of my lost talent to Deja,again I will never admit that to her

She made me realize what poetry was actually
That it is a collaboration of both heart and soul
Using words to express emotions that were seen as taboo at a time
So Deja if by some miraculous chance you see this
I would like to say thank you for opening my eyes to the world of poetry

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...

I would have never saw this day coming
The day I seemed so pathetic
Starring at my phone waiting for her to reply when I know she is sleep
I swear she cast a spell on me
This most be sorcery
Something about her hypnotized me
When talking to her I feel so weak
What's strange about it feels so good
It's as if my body knows she'd never hurt me
That she would protect me when danger came my way
Then shouldn't I be afraid
She has me at her fingertips
Able to bend me in whatever way she sees fit
She could stomp on me like a roach and I would still rise as if my skin was impenetrable
I know she is capable of doing such things but my mind just won't understand
I just want to be her right hand man
Holding her in my arms on a warm sunny day
Looking into her godly eyes and smile because she is so beautiful
I just want to kiss her plump lips and lose myself in their sweet taste
Relax in a open field with he r laying on my chest
I want to do everything with this girl
All because I love her so
And that is something that'll never change

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

Dear Society,

When I was younger my momma told me, I was destined for great things
Then you came along and said **** that crushing all my dreams
Leaving me to cry blood tears in a street that wants to see me killed
Now you stereotype me saying from the beginning I was destined to fail

Wait what?!?!

In the beginning, I was strong and ambitious ready to stand up to anything
But of course, that was before you came around and shot my dreams in the head
It was an accident you said, but this “accident” cost me my mind
Besides, we both know that ******* excuse was a lie
What you really did was brainwash me so I could never come alive
Forcing me to wear this white mask so I would fit in with the zombie crowd
Well I don’t want to be a zombie I want to be free
So, **** your reconditioning and let me be

Sincerely,

Doctor Strange

I swear I haven't gone insane <br>
But it seems insanity is what the world is accustomed to <br>
Allowing hell to roam freely through our streets <br>
Flooding homes with nothing but darkness and despair <br>
Killing off the innocent <br>
While allowing the wicked reign over all with an iron fist <br>
It all happens so often <br>
It is as if this was how life was meant to be <br>
Plunged into chaos <br>
As it paints mother nature red to resemble that of a black...beauty...rose <br>
<br>
Rewriting a story that always ends the same <br>
A story of no mercy <br>
Not even to the children who now lie lifeless in their own beds <br>
As a mother holds their severed heads close to her ***** <br>
Hoping they'd hear the sound of her heart beating and rise from their own ashes  <br>
But even she knows it is too late for their poor innocent souls <br>
Causing her to cry blood tears as red as a black...beauty...rose

I never thought I stood a chance
But tell me why it hurts so bad
To see her laugh and smile holding another man's hand

I should be elated she found one who makes her feel special  
But that's not the case
And I don't understand

He buys her flowers
Take her out to dance
Makes her feel like she is the queen of the world

Now every time I speak to her she seems so happy
Always talking about the sweet thing he does for her
And I just put on this fake smile pretending I am happy for her

Truth be told I am happy for her
It just feels like a part of me tearing
Like hell's fire is raining down upon me

I never stood chance
But I just never imagined the pain would be this great
Never imagined I'd feel this way

Dear Society,

When did we become soldiers instead of human beings
Game pieces instead of flesh and bone
When did we become so consumed  by hate
Seeking vengeance against those who just want to live their lives
When did our purpose become so blurred
Our faith sealed in a blood oath to die in pain and agony
When did we close our eyes to the truth
Allowing lies and deceit to corrupt our way of living
Oh society,
When did we become this
A pile of empty husk desperately clinging onto polluted air
Lost in a barbaric way of thinking as what makes us human slowly disappear

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

They never told me that it would be like this <br>
They only told me that my freedom would come out of it <br>
So I said hell yeah for my freedom I'd do anything <br>
Thinking it wouldn't be too extreme <br>
But I was wrong <br>
This is an atrocity <br>
A blood bath of the epic proportion <br>
I didn't sign up for this <br>
Didn't agree to hear their screams on the other side of the seven seas <br>
To turn on the tv and see the catastrophic event I  caused with my own two hands <br>
All I wanted was to be free <br>
Not to be chained to hell's gate with restraints made of my own flesh and bones <br>
What have I done

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

Every time I close and open my eyes
I want to believe that this entire situation I'm in is just bad dream
But no matter how many times I repeat this little ritual of mine
Each time seems more realistic then the last
But still I just cannot believe
I never thought she'd actually leave me
Considering how long we have been friends
Possibly more than we even believed
Then this man who is no one wants to step in and force us to say our goodbyes
Saying he doesn't like it when we talk
And by that he means how I make her laugh and forget what it means to be sad
He views me as a threat
Keep in mind I'm only 17 and he is 23
How is that I'm a threat to a man who is 23 to get girl who is 19
The dots just don't seem connect
I would just say goodbye to just get him off my nuts
But...
But I just can't
I just can't say goodbye to her of all people
I never really thought I stood a chance to get the girl
But considering how this man willing to stoop down so low to get me out the picture
Maybe just  maybe I do
I never really said it to her face...
I never actually thought I'd fall in love with her
But judging by emotions I feel when threatened with the possibility of losing her...
I think I actually love her

When I was a kid...I was innocent
Believing everything was just perfect,
Or if it wasn't perfect, it would work out when the time called for it
However, when I grew up that innocent mind died
Shot at point blank range right in the eye
Causing me realize that society was ****** up  from the inside
Crying tears that was made up of this substance that leaked from other bloodlines
Now I sit here wondering how did I miss this as a child
Was I that naive that I believed everything was made up of sunshine and rainbows
Completely ignoring all these ugly *** fuckboys and ***** hoes
Now I'm just soaked in my own rage and regret
Failing to determine if I'm just getting angrier or if society is getting stupider
So I just scream at the top of my lungs screams
Falling through the ground still pondering as to what happened here
No seriously, someone please tell me what happened here

To my future love,

Here we are in this place once again
Me at your feet making a fool of myself
Have you ever thought that these coincidental meetings are actually our destiny
That we were actually meant to be
I see the way you smile at me when we come face to face
It's the same smile you make when you're in your man's arms
You seem so relaxed and calm
As if the world suddenly feels safe

Recently I don't know what has gotten into me
My dreams seem to be so vivid while reality seems so dull
I looked into the mirror only to see a man in a white mask
His tears seeped through the cracks as if he felt an emptiness inside his soul
He seemed incomplete
His eyes were as red as the fire that burn at hell's gate
It was scary but actually kind of sad
It was me behind the mask

Without you I am nothing but a gentle breeze
Floating wanderlessly through a black ocean
My heart seems to be anchored to your very being
Clinching tightly to something that clearly isn't there
Or is it...I can't help but to think that feel the same way about me
That your heart aches for mine
I just really believe that for some reason , but if not...
I need to learn how to let go.

This letter wasn't supposed to be this long,
But it seems I can't get you out my head
You lay under a giant maple tree in a open field reading a book
Suddenly you look up and smile, waving me over as the birds sing
I smiled back of course but I didn't come to you
Instead I just laid there in a bed of flowers
There scent reminded me of you, it was lovely
At that moment I realized all of this was a dream

Or was it...
I opened my eyes and there you were before me
Here we are in this place once again
Me at your feet making a fool of myself
Only this time it will not be the same
This time I will be your man
This time you will be in my arms walking away
Why you say...


Because I just love you that way