If we spent less time complaining about the weather,
we could of already brought a short and sweater.

Remember their works of art,
Yes, then how many of the Hello Poetry artists
Liked, favorite, reposted,
Some very nice poets supported with suns,
I read their last poem in many years,
And I wonder...
What happened after their last poem?
Did they stop publishing publicly?
Completely stop writing poetry?
And why so...
They became too ill to continue?
Did they die?
Accident, sickness or suicide?
When they’re writing was it a call for help!?

There are many unanswered questions
However I’m going to keep writing
Until I became a dead poet.

“Mom! I’m always on my phone
‘cause I’m waiting for a text”
But she didn’t respond to the text
That I love her.

I saw my dad order one
Then the next
Then the next
Until it became five beers
His words started to slur
His voice was alarmingly loud
His confidence was breaming
And deep secrets revealed
This never use to worry me
After him and my mom divorced
I knew there was no one to drive him home.

The day can’t fight the night
And the darkness will absorb the light
So when it’s dark and you loss your sight
Just know I kept up the fight.

Not to say I am defeated;
I’m physically standing (and mentally dying)
As a lone cub in the night, I fiercely fend
Sadly as night drags on, my fate is set
Beside all courage, I can soundly bet
That the day can’t fight the night
Like how the light can’t fight the dark
As we broil and tussle and war
We know that death wins the fight

Before the rope leaves my neck
With red bruises and stretched
Out. My arms has cuts like
Some crisscross tattoo, maybe
This tattoo is better to one
On my legs; in short I many have cuts
Everywhere. I look like some
Sacrificial lamb cleansing the
Earth’s worst problem, me.

One funny thing about this.
I’m smiling though the agony.

To all my homeys
I know you fell lonely
But fam i kind of know your story
Me and you walk a journey
that critics call it cowardly

But they’re so,so wrong
To even think of killing yourself means your strong
However you putting the energy where it doesn’t belong

I ain’t judging
Just trying
To help your beautiful soul from dying

I admit I don’t know you
I don’t know what makes you blue
I don’t know if ya male, bad, ****** or older
But I know that you need to give a life another chance

Cause i know life can be *****
who treats you well then at midnights switch
And wants your assets and leaves u with ****
But, I’m telling ya, give that ***** a chance
Go to counseling sessions
Go learn that your life has a reason
Go do all the good things u wanted to do
Go **** on the yard of all the jerks who bullies you
Go try live life for the last time
Cause even if you commit the fatal act
The people who are left behind bow in honor
Acknowledging your good fight

I’ll be exampling what happen
I’ll tell until I figure out when
Or understand the between of here and where
Or until I know what you’re actually asking?
I’ll be exampling what happen
Until I remember what happen, then.

To the girl I always think about
To the girl who makes me laugh
To the girl that I wanna kiss
Me and you would me be perfect
Just

If we weren’t friends.

I don’t need to care
How do you feel
So if you’re mad and ****
Doesn’t affect me
Sort yourself
Because you need to sort me
You better do it good
Today it’s you
And tomorrow someone else
To me you’re a toy; I’m a rich kid
Play, then throw you out
You yell, “ *******!”
Doesn’t matter, I got choices
Don’t need to care
Cry a little
See my smile shine
Devilish but so carefree
Like an emotional brat.

Imagery
How to know you are lost?:
When reality becomes the cost
To reside in peace.

I should send clichés or lovely silly texts,
And what would Her respond withhold,
A laughing emoji and painful nothing next,
Wow! It gotta be the cliché (to over told),
Or Her didn’t notice the most unsexy flirt,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Hustle one or two hands to do a phone call,
I’ll do anything, way before got Her notice,
Whatever, calls are unpredictable,
Hint I’m cute, funny, depressing or banal,
Hope She isn’t busy, sleepy, just not right now,
But not answering and I crying until heaven come down,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Settle, like pics, sending love arrows through socials,
But seem like a creep; having nothing on my profile,
If we’re dating, my page overload with pics of Her,
Go old school, sorry, meant Facebook but it’s lame,

After I did everything then She says,
“I just don’t like you.”

She wishes she’s missed,
She tried to wrap her arms around me,
No, I’m happy without her,

She must let me be,
But the more she tries doesn’t deter
Her. The Darkness

I am a lethal weapon.
A weapon nobody must come upon,
A weapon ready to blow,
A weapon that can **** you,
A weapon that can **** me.

I love you but I’m a weapon.
A very, very lethal weapon.
Killing anything in it’s path and beyond.

I love you but I’ll hurt you,
I’ll do more than bruises
And making your eye blue.
I try to put safety but I’m still a danger,
I give us space but I can ****** from afar.

I love you but I must push you away.
Better to leave you with a little sting
Than to **** you with my hot ammunition.

The sun will rise everyday,
Then will decent at sunset everyday,
The air will fill and empty your lungs
Every second and every minute everyday,
Hundreds of people die everyday,
But there’s thousands of births everyday,
Your history grows with every passing day,
And your future grows smaller everyday,
You must open your gift, the present, everyday
Even if it’s unpleasant or the best thing ever,
You must accept this gift everyday
And everyday and everyday and everyday,

Then comes that one day,
You see the sunrise and the sunset
And feel the air pass through your lungs
On that day you can touch the happy
Ambience of new live, the last time, and hear
The stories of your yesterday and listen
To the hopes for an innocent infant’s life,
On that day your hopes are pipe dreams
Cause today there’s no more tomorrow
Sadly, you join the fact of everyday
Then when you enter the door of sorrow
Inside the house the beds are cold coffins
And your everyday become yesterday.