If i could get my time back
In this world of wonder, I would
But if God wants me to be one of his flock
In the promise paradise, I should

I've been your companion
Since you're a little minion
Taught you the basics
and eventually, how to live life full of sh*ts

Together with your mother
We traveled the world full of wonder
Little by little, you've grown to ponder
Creating memories we'll cherish forever

But as the world seems so perfect
Problems in our life started to inject
I'd known though that this day will happen
So before this day's sad finale
I want to assure that you'd understand true life's lessons

If you've ever felt alone in this world
Just remember the person who'll be there for you instead
The special someone would always be there
Every time, everywhere

I know it's hard to say goodbye
In times we exactly don't know why
But, Child
You know how much i want you to take care
Cause the world can be fascinating
But i'll can hit you until you start grieving

In your life i served as your father
The one who loved you and your sweetest mother
But we all have the time when we needed to go
Leaving each and everyone we'd know
But don't worry dear cause we'll see each other again
In the paradise of the Almighty God, we just don't know when

I am an old friend of bruised knees and bathroom floors,
exhaling until the chest is empty and body no longer breathing;
only absence lives here now. Cold stone tiles,
so we meet again: spilling secrets into each other’s mouths
until we see the light of dawn, we whisper
with a hope of being heard, yet fear of being listened to.
For weeks I have been swallowing metaphors like honey,
gulping down apologies for breakfast,
biting my tongue until the taste of forgiveness fills me –
for once my throat is not made of molasses.
There is a reason why our hearts began to curl like fists
and we aimed them at ourselves, because after all,
self-love has always been the most important thing.

Our shelves are stacked
With novels
Retelling the journey.
Before novels,
There was poetry.

Our textbooks
Bind essays
Explaining and outlining
The thoughts
Of great thinkers.
Before essays,
There was poetry.

Our stage,
Our world,
Are replete
With dramas
Mirroring our plight.
Before drama,
There was poetry.

Before poetry,
There was
The Great Boom,
Expanding into
The vacuum;
Making the universe
Our metaphor.

You have no idea,
The effect people have had on you,
Until they are gone.

He was a great person,
A great kid.

Too smart,
He should have known,
Not to do this.

I'm in pain,
Your death,
Hitting me like a bullet to the brain.

I can feel tragedy,
Flying around me,
Like a haywire freight train.

Suicide,
Seemed to have been the answer.

Micheal,
I am not religious,
But you will be a glorious angel.

Writing.

We have a thousand poems for
Every one of your bombs.
With each act of bloodthirst
And slaughter, we respond with
The force of volumes on peace.

Heaven; a holier word than Hell.
One birth overshines a
Hundred deaths.
Cowards wound.
Heroes heal.

Poets create. You cause
A thousand tears with every bullet.
Well, we compose oceans of comfort
In your wake.
Our ink overpowers your lead.

We have a thousand poems
For every one of your bombs.
You are the bringers of death to
The flesh. We are the armour
Of the soul.