"tanisha" poems
"God, your my only hope" original poem.
I speak in a tongue most fowl,
But gods eyes are like pictures,
They will judge as they follow.
But as if Done with a curse
My mouth can not contain
"More morphine please nurse
For I can not take this pain,"
I lost in the game of life,
The cliche of a loser,
Judgement cuts like a knife,
I wish I never lost her,
Nay, as I try to back track,
At the moment That I slipped
No drug can bring back
the moments that I missed.
I'm alone, no goodbyes,
I just can't seem to cope,
Death sings me lullabies
"God your my only hope,
Please forgive my wicked ways,
I'm tucked in my death bed
I can see my final days
All though all life must end,
Its the law of your design
But when i hit rock bottom,
I forgot how to climb,
I may have messed up bad
I accept my Destiny,
I wish i was a better dad
Tanisha Connor is my eternity."
I had made my choice
I awaited for hell,
But then I heard a voice
And then my heart fell.
"You have broken your trance,
So now you can see
But with your second chance,
Just get to know me."
My life flashed before my eyes,
I Woke up, but there's no delay,
Push aside all my lies
Today was my son's birthday.
End.
I was lucky I realized my mistakes while I was young enough to do something about them, don't end up old and alone on your death bed, begging for a second Chance, you only get one life, do it right.
I love you Noah, Jerico, and Tanisha Becerril.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
what style am i?
which genre is me?
should i wear a label to show my category,
that i belong in
that I’m strong in
but i have none...well i have one
i am 'lost'
a fish amongst the sea
a speck in the universe
a leaf in a tree
nowhere to be seen
why am i so mean
to myself
i stack my thoughts up
on a shelf
they gather dust
bad for my health
i am one against many
lost in a crowd
finding my path out
should i go north or south
lost is my style, my genre, my category
lost is tanisha, lost is me
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 7:40 PM UTC