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Descovia May 2022
The absence of a person very much needed
Is not the reason you deserve my frustration and to be condemned

When your life celebrated
gave me fulfillment in everything
which the blind can see, has define meaning.

I will not be the father to you.

Mine was to me.

Your essence provided blessings for my youth to remain eternal.

You never failed anyone. I promise you.

I can only live one life time. Although worlds beyond the metaverse and multiverse have brought experiences and traveled multiple in dreams, to this day that still mystifies me. As your father, I am more than willing to give my life up for you. My attachment here only serves purpose to protect, empower, heal you primarily, along with queens and kings of good heart morals.

I can only leave this life time once. You only have one life armed with endless capabilities. Use them to your advantage. Never lose sight on that concept. Everyday, I chose to live for you. Because, I refuse to phantom or imagine a realm without your existence.

YOU
WILL
NOT
BE
FORSAKEN
MY SON.

Lead this world with love, which lives in you. I believe in you, and I am more than proud to be your father. You going to change something of this world with all the other babies growing to be adults.

Never stop winning!
A conversation between my son and myself inspired me to compose this.
I will provide the comical version here

Isaiah: Mom-Dad....

Me: Eh. Same difference. Your mom the pretty one. Just remember Daddy the ugly one. :/ Well, attitude wise.

Isaiah: * shakes head and rolls eyes * You're not ugly Dad.

Me: Thanks for disagreeing son. You see the good in everything huh?

Isaiah: Mom and you taught me. Remember?

Me: Hmmm..........  ( on the inside: I am so glad you're emotionally connected with everyone and logical as hell at your age 😭 UGGGGGGG ❤ He is only 6 and he sees the beauty in everything!)
Descovia Apr 2022
Please, put my respect on
my name when you think of it
or get caught up in some ****
If it ain't broken then why you're
over here pitching a fit?
I'm no easy target
So, you betta not miss
Try me and watch it go amiss
Up, up, away, in smoke. Set fire and burn all of this!
I am growing tired of cursing in my pieces
but these fools wanna play me like a *****!
I want real one by my side, call us Lilo and Stitch.
I'll be ****** if anyone takes the light from you like a sith.
I be on crazy ****. Never harm a jit. Losin my temper quick. Pop a fool like a zit! . Descovia is the name. Ha! Remember it. Play with my demons. They dismember ****!

I am with problems out the ***.  Call me the "nemesis"
**** suicide, I'll go genocide, I'm going through the tides, I am limitless!
This is for Isaiah, Charlie, Mason, Princess Genesis!
What in hell on earth do you mean? The corrupt deserves all forgiveness?!
If only you can see and feel what's in my mind as victim and witness.
I don't care what it takes, I'm breaking the numbers and chains for a difference
I am advanced at this, and you're only an apprentince.
Make change for your life if what I say catch interest!
Why is it I gotta get loud to get everyone's attention?
I need you to hear me out...
Please, just listen
I apologize for the profanity.
It was fitting for emotional release
It's better to influence others to feel and think
than to use violence to achieve a point.
Daan Feb 2020
Love is scary,
not like betting,
a lot less dreary
and in a nicer setting.

It still is frightening
because of chance,
to lose this enlightening
essence called romance.

Once you have it,
you won't need more,
just can't go without it,
you know you're hooked right to the very core.

It can be polished, hidden, in frames and cuts
and boxes with lots of shining glimmer,
seemingly untouchable.
A simple cold could make it all grow dimmer,
simmering through the stems,
the second you lose these nuts,
your uncut gems.
You shouldn't gamble with the things you love.
Toni D'Leangelo Jun 2019
*******.
Ahh...that feels good.
I don't care about being liked.
Who cares about being "right"?
Don't need to be understood.

I don't care about you.
Ahh...that actually feels like a "fix".
I didn't ask to be treated like that
so no need to ask why I'll treat you like this.  

I know, this is a bit rude.
I know you think my words are a little brash.
But shut the **** up though
because I didn't ask.

I could justify this energy.
I COULD give you the "why".
but I'm not gonna, so if you wanna leave
*******...goodbye.

But ! If you're one of the smart ones
the ones who actually get it
through all of these ugly slurs
you'll actually respect this.
You'll already know
there's two sides to every story.
You just haven't read the side that's selfless.
Florivee Jan 2018
Look at me like a lion looks at its preys
dangerous but with intent
despite the dreadful gaze,
I long to come near your whiskers
eat me piece by piece and it will surely hurt than if you swallow me whole
it's okay
I'm familiar with the pain, anyway
and every crushing blow of your jaws wounds the inches of my soul
but I can't cry, I can't call for help
because somehow, I liked it
I liked your destructive chews
I liked the thought of being with you wounded and torn,
than be uncut and whole on my own.
(fohn)
Dev Sep 2015
"In my mind, the fine line between beauty and brutal is blurred.
The raw and the uncut, sends such a chill through my body that I couldn't tell you if it was her knife or her whisper."
Doll Hardcore Apr 2014
The makings-
all man-made illusions
Artificial lights
that imtitate my insides,
and they're hollow
like these ****** holes in my head.
  
When I die,
I want to stay here.  
  
It's the only place my soul has ever felt safe.
The only place I truly fit.
  
I belong.
  
It cradles my existence.
  
I am property...
"The ***** of morbid light"
  
Wrapped up
in it's blinding,
beautiful energy
I'm the cherry inside of the emptiness.
  
Contribution to completion.
  
This is where I thrive...
In dead silence and isolation.

Fueled by adverse thoughts,
I ******,
bend
and **** my mind
as my ink tube spits black -
  
Pure sinister damage.
  
I lick the pages.
kiss the letters.
and embrace the constant supply.
  
Call it a soul-******* abyss if you'd like -
  
I'm still alive.
  
Dancing in this inffected nature,
getting drunk on filthiness,
sleeping around with insane company
and waking up with all types of diseases.
  
But I'm not afraid...
  
  
*I'm inspired.
Moments when my poetry comes from hard times and an unhealthy mentality.. That is the only good thing about depression. (& other things of the sort) My pen spews the darkest and sickest of ink. I am able to write... raw and uncut. I can unmask the beauty in darkness.

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