Delicate feather very light.
You were swept,
By the tall waves.
A dove settles,
Yes, I stayed with you.
This togetherness,
The love,
Too heavy,
As we sink into the Indian Ocean.
Drowning but too afraid
to leave one another,
I thought.
Until you make me slip.
You raise above the sea, safe
And you leave me to drown.

“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.

A young schoolgirl stays by Uncle’s creepy loft
Cause blood stains her leg like abstract art
Uncle did more than touch her private part
Won’t be victim but miss school for 2$ cloth

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.

Keep telling me that I’m your oxygen,
While you don’t believe I’m a cancer,
I sometimes wish I didn’t know you,
So you can sip on someone’s sweet oxygen,
And I remain a cancer.

Keep consoling me that I’m a good cancer,
A cancer that cures cancer,
I tell you that you are my oxygen,
But I reject inhaling you like a lung cancer,
Or deny your existence like an odd brain cancer.

Keep trying me, over and over, but you’ll tire,
And accept that you’re sweet oxygen,
And I’m a deadly cancer,
The process of acceptance is painful for us both,
Ironically, like a cancer.

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.

A demon divorced me from my bed
She’s comfortable
And I’m on the floor.
With a bat.
So she doesn’t think of getting close
That she-devil trying to pose the angel
But I get a restraining order for my fears
From the things a imagine
I’m telling you she’s real
Don’t put another diagnoses page
Not another hospice observation room
For I’m not crazy
I can just see things everyone can not.


I’m in the dark on the carpet floor with many
cockroaches and a bat
For a reason.

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.

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

About beautiful poems
Or awing lyrics.

Sending chills
Resounding,
Beyond the test of time!

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.

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

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.

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

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