Why is life?
Called by poets
‘Pain with no end’
‘Disease without a cure’
Maybe It’s just
Misunderstood too
A question without an answer
A tired contender
in a ring of pain

‘why is life?’
Muttered the Stoners
and Addicts,
Eager to take
another sip,
another puff,
another pill.
‘Maybe under
The neon trip of
LSD and
DPH and
Anger and
Confusion,
There’s something more
To this thing called life.’

Why is life that is
Described by the parents
and the civilians
as ‘Precious’ and ‘Beautiful,
When I still see the scars
Dripping with
the blood I spilled
and tears I cried
dripping with the rage
That they forced on me
With just a faint
Memory
of Why.

‘I know!’
‘Why is life!’
Cried out by the pastor
and the priest
to be,
‘Impure and tormented’,
‘A messy, infected wound’,
‘A sore that must be cleansed
and bleached’
When the very systems
that swore to cleanse evil
kills those who do good
and condemn those
who simply express
who they are.

“why is life?”
I muttered,
bent over the
bathroom sink
hands stained
red
from the pills I took
to erase the pain
of life

A vida é séria o suficiente para nos olhar e ficar calada, se a tratarmos da mesma forma viveremos em um profundo abismo sem alvorada.

Life is serious enough to look at us and remain silent; if we treat it the same way, we will live in a deep abyss without dawn.

It hurts so deep
The pain is no relief
From the feeling of being an outcast
And lost
And losing yourself more than what you ought
To find yourself skirting around in the distance
Never the object of embrace
Just disgrace in this case
Cards were stacked against you in a way
In such a way
Where there was no way out
Just deeper in it the pain deepened
Feeling lost and hopeless
Holding on till another weekend.
And the week starts again
The weak go on in pain
Refrain to reframe the reality
You’re so lost
You become the lost cause
There is no congeniality.
It wasn’t your fault for being born with no spoons silver or forks too
It wasn’t you who chose the broke life it was chosen for you
It wasn’t fair then
It isn’t alright now
It’s easy to forget but harder to move on
Easy to live in denial with rosy glasses on
Take it off for it is…
Always harder to move on.

Now you LAY YOURSELF down to SLEEP,
KNOWLEDGE is POWER these LYRICS are DEEP,
CLOSE YOUR EYES and COUNT THOSE SHEEP,
Don't make a SOUND, nor even a PEEP.
Close your eyes and GO TO BED,
Why you STILL UP???
"YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID!!"
If YOU'RE having a RESTLESS NIGHT,
Why don't you just START TO WRITE.
If you had a REALLY ROUGH DAY,
I suggest that YOU SHOULD PRAY,
Consult the LORD, HE'LL SEE YOU THROUGH,
WEARY and TIRED and FEELING SO BLUE,
Get on up, and START TO WRITE,
LIFT YOUR SPIRITS and FEEL DELIGHT
OTHERS, can use some INSPIRING,
WELL, so can you,
MOST DEFINITELY!!!
Rhyming on time LIKE FLOATRY,
LAYING DOWN LINES, have NO WORRIES!!!
A POSTITIVE ASPECT, OH YES INDEED
These line WILL ENCOURAGE,
OH CAN'T YOU SEE!!!
Now, this is my
NIGHTTIME POETRY!!!


B.R.
Date: 9/11/2024

everytime the sun ray hits the earth,
hope enlightens,
so don't give up,
until the sun does,
and when the earth has no reason to be alive,
until then,
you are here
and
you got to survive

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒
𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑒