maybe you will think maybe you will feel we all have reasons we all have decisions we all have explanations does it count does it matter will it evaluate who we are will it assess our personality sometimes it will take seconds or minutes or years what if it takes 100 years to get back again to turn that chance again to hug her again to say you love her to say sorry to make her feel she's the one she's the only one of all the hundreds
They want to know what I want to see Before I kick the can. I'm just hoping to see tomorrow, I'd be happy with just that with the life I've ran. I've borrowed time more than twenty times No need to remind, I'm blessed in cursed flesh And if that casket in the back of my mind Isn't enough to get me choked up I'm not sure I would deserve to be re-woke up. I'd public speak a hundred times to a stadium crowd Than to watch this body into the ground. I don't want to see the wonders, I just wonder if I will live to see old age. Turn the page.
And to a father to me, for years wasn't around, Whatever the case, the man I am is my own, But I give you the permission to be proud. I watched my life get uprooted, still grown. I promise, my kid will always have solid space. Even if it takes me digging ditches, His life won't be ditched for another. He's the precident for a family hindsight me wished. I'm a character unforgettable to strangers as I've flown To most relatives I'm a complete unknown.
I don't look for any pity, the opposite of it Look over the city, making every hit. I'm a walking statistically non-existent man You gotta kick it up because yes you can **** the chains that you think hold you down But be aware that when you find success The crickets turn to fake friends saying They have never not been around. And that's even worse than silence sounds.
Cien poemas In less than a year Muchas palabras Flowing line after line Looking back now Digo con confianza La poesía Is the best "waste of time"
This is my 100th published poem on HP.
It's been a fantastic ride sharing in this poetry community, reading brilliant works of art, sparking new ideas, and seeing the power in our words.
Poetry and other forms of art are sometimes derided as a "waste of time." I already disagreed with that sentiment but this past half year or so has shown me again the real value in both reading and writing poetry. So thank you, fellow poets, for making this a great artistic community truly worth our time! Mil gracias and here's to hundreds more!