Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
but you are not here,
to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,
our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.
in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)
My Great Grandmother
I Miss you
but I know that your happy
You were always kind and giving
you never missed are Birthday's
I will see you again oneday
R.IP Great Grandmother
HEAR ME ALL YE THAT SEE
HEAR MY PLEA AND FROM ME, DO NOT FLEE.
CALAMITY HAS STRUCK AND NOW, I AM STUCK.
I FEEL LIKE DYING TO END ALL THIS CRYING
BUT I AM TRYING TO BE FINE BECAUSE I KNOW THAT ONE DAY,WE ALL HAVE TO DIE.
SO I WILL NOT CRY
BUT I WILL LOOK UP HIGH TO THE SKY AND TRY TO ASK WHY.
WHY DEATH OF ALL LIFE ON EARTH, TOOK BREATH FROM MY MOTHER.
NOW I HAVE NO OTHER.
I AM FILLED WITH STRIFE AND EVERY TIME I LOOK AT A KNIFE,
I FEEL LIKE TAKING MY LIFE.
INDEED, LOSING A LOVED ONE IS HARD.
IT MAKES YOU SAD AND FEEL VERY BAD.
NO WONDER OTHER'S GO MAD AND ARE NEVER GLAD.
I FEEL THE PAIN BUT THEN, "GOD GIVES.... GOD TAKES AWAY.....REJOICE ALWAYS"
SO SHOULD I REJOICE NOW THAT SHE IS GONE OR SHOULD I CRY?
Entranced in thought.
Ghost of the future.
As the hood comes down!!
By the hour,
I watched you leave,
On a journey from which
You promised no return.
You reached for my hand
Every time that you had saved
Enough alimony from your divorce with speech,
And said goodbye with not a syllable.
By the hour,
Your pulse sung slower
And the distance grew shorter
And one day, the bridge was in sight.
I said every prayer words could form,
I held you tighter when I heard the drums
Of mortality calling to your soul
And wished it had been just an ordinary cough.
But it was your last.
By the hour,
I had murdered this moment a million times.
I wish I had murdered it one more time.
I’m thankful for slaves who never could understand, “Why do I work for people and get less than the bare minimum wage?”
Why do I go through the pain and suffering if there’s no gain for my family or me? My greats never were a boss and rarely knew who their family was so why live this life if it wasn’t free to be?
My roots nurtured the seeds who helped create opportunities; if we as the people could see how they lived maybe we would be stronger minded people rather than living like we have no sense
We are a culture that is talented in so many ways but we want to be the target of a negative headline news story.
We already seen shackles on our feet, slavery, segregation, and racism against our peace, so why do we still act as if we can’t change the way people perceive us to be
We are not going to blame it on our past because they gave us freedom to see so why can’t we exploit this and live the true meaning of the land of the free
Disregard the negative news and set yourself apart change the way you act so others can see a fresh start
If we started from the bottom now where here isn’t that living proof we can do anything besides spend money on material things but invest in the future or non-profits to help others to build something and have a heart
We can’t just stay a struggle we have to be humble take over the government and make change not think we high class and go to jail for spending money or getting caught up for the wrong things
Set a strong example for these homeless, gangs, prostitutes, and dealers because they are suffering and have only 2 choices that put us on the news headline story in jail or death coming soon
As we lift up those who make a change on the streets or on Capitol Hill we are happy these people are creating an Underground Railroad to victory without suffering and hopefully this stand is coming to all my people to
We got to take charge in numbers instead of sit back all for nothing
If you better yourself from how others use to see you maybe you can see the roots that can help make the change for you as others grow in this thing called a root lifting cycle. Respect the roots.
I wear a hoody so if I get arrested for a wrong crime
it means I’m automatically guilty
They say I’m the strong kind
But what if it’s the stuff I’m meant to survive that actually kills me?
They ask why I do stupid things and regress
They point and say damn he’s stressed
Then they ask how can you be depressed
When you’re dating a girl with double d breasts
I reply there won’t be a ring for her
I don’t feel a thing for her
It’s just a fling to me
She acts like I’m a king to her
It’s funny and kind of incredible
That these girls put me on a pedestal
But to me what’s most memorable
Is they look shocked when I fall
They think I’m some kind of prince charming
When not long ago I was depressed and self harming
I didn’t ask to be placed up there
Wish I was the guy to tell you you’re beautiful when your make up clears
When I’m gone don’t waste your tears
I hope you find happiness and escape your fears
So when I die don’t act like I’m the greatest person who ever lived
Don’t paint me with accomplishments I never did
Be honest I could have been a better kid
Make sure all of my faults, weaknesses and downfalls are mentioned
I’m sorry if I never reach the end of my road to redemption
Remember I survived and fought through the depression
Forget the people who only care about what I left them
When I die I hope girlfriends, exs all the people I hurt
Realise I just never knew how to show them how much they’re worth
I hope when I die you can accept my apologies and love
I’ll see you when you you follow me up
Maturity. That’s his name.
Clad in tatters but armored in time,
He ripped me from the claws of a death
That had already composed the funeral hymn
He found me torn and dying
In a labor theater giving life
To something I didn’t quite know:
Something that had to replace the void
That one fateful night had left:
Something that could have been revenge.
He took its place and came into my life,
On a night of odds and spades.
He picked me up from the ditches of mortality
And embarked me on a road to everywhere.
He showed me that pain was endless
But that it always moved in pairs with joy.
As I travel down the road I see memories of someone's loved one that has passed away. A weathered wodden cross stands as a reminder of a stolen life. It could be someone like me, or someone like you. I hope you see we are all not invincable, not even me.
I had a dream of u today u called me and told me it was all a bad dream u didnt have to go away wen i woke up i felt like screaming and crying im falling apart without u here its like a part of me is dying all i can see is a big smile on ur face u kno nobody will ever take ur place its so hard for me to stay strong with my best homie gone the thing thats hardest for me to accept n comprehend that im never gona see u again that kills me inside wen u left us i feel like apart of me died i dont kno wat to do but all i kno is wen u left apart of me went with you