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Best Poems Written by Heath Gebreek

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My Cocaine

My arm’s bleeding 
Blood dripping on the floor
I’m weeping 
I double check if I closed the damn door
My mother thinks I’m sleeping
So, I better start cleaning
I can’t miss a drop, or she’ll start screaming
Oh hell, my arm’s sore
It’s heating
It’s steaming
The cut is so fresh, it’s pleasing 
It hurts, but at least… I’m feeling…
I feel I’m healing
Or am I kneeling to the demon
I sit back and start dreaming
Today was a good day!
I got to class and finished my essay
I met my friends and went to a café
All my struggles sailed away
Who the hell am I kidding!
If I’m okay, why is this poem written?
Why am I willing to give up?
Why my mind’s corrupt?
Hell! My arm’s itching 
Ugh, I’m just bit-ching!
What the hell I’ll do will these damn wounds?
Will they become obvious scars?
Will people laugh at my tears?
Oh hell, my arm’s bleeding again
Hell, the sheets are stained 
I’ll clean this thing
This cut soothed my pain
This cut messed my brain
This cut drove me insane
This cut is… my cocaine.

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The Same End

The whole world is burning
Everything is turned to ashes
The survivors hold the burden 
Of building the world from scratches 

The soil is not fertile
The rivers disappeared
There's no woman or child
Blackness threw in their hearts fear

They cried and wept for days
They feared their hair turning grey
They yelled and shouted out of rage
They were dying slowly of age 

Their days were long
Their nights were sleepless
They all stood strong
Yet their strength was needless

They all knew that the end was coming
There was no hiding or running
They all waited for the devil's drumming
Will it be a month or a dozen?

Some of them gave in
Some of them looked at death with a grin
Some of them thought they can win
Some of them cried at their sins

One night the heat was rising
A man claimed knowledge and started analyzing
A man prayed and started symbolizing
A man stood behind and started realizing

"We shall die" one of them said
"I'll pray for God" the other one pled
"I shall die my way" the other one bled
Silence spread, all the others fled

All the men had the same end
All the men are now dead

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On a Hill

Waiting for the sun to rise;
I sat on top of a hill.
Searching for the light in the skies;
My heart was pumping still.

I felt lonely, looking at the horizon;
Like the only survivor on a deserted island.
I heard wind breaking the scary silence;
Like breaking sounds coming from a broken violin.

The sky started shifting from black, 
to light orange and pink.
The light started coming back;
Yet, I saw darkness every time I blinked.

Soon, the sun peeked;
Light emerged and touched my eyes.
Clouds sneaked;
All  hope in my heart vaporized.

Strong wind and heavy rain;
Made my struggle in mud. 
Heavy breaths and strong pain;
Ran through the hills like floods.

I regret the day I waited for the sun;
For I forgotten the storm.
I will never run;
Fore the hills turn again warm.

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Children of the Ash

Ashes were dancing in the air
Children played the music
Up the chimney, smoke appeared
Down the chimney, a child became lucid

No screams came from the house
Clean faces of apathy 
Shouts rose and spread chaos
Dirty faces of agony

A black cloud settled above the village
Men marched with torches 
No one could live with the image
But the white men in porches

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Dark

…
Today was a little dark
I just
Didn't know what to do
I thought we were safe on the ark
But I
Was drowning with you
I said I’ll never let you go
I may die
But it can’t be you
I may cry
But you shouldn't too
My tears will dry
But yours, on my mind, will never do
…
I’d be willing to give you my life
And
Your love for me is just enough
I’d cross the world and the seven seas
And 
By your face at the end I’ll be pleased
…
I hold your face and say it’s going be all right 
I’ll take us baby
Together to the light
I know it hurts a lot
I know you’re hurt a lot 
And from this drowning I’ll take you out
It never felt good seeing you in pain
But I promise you’ll never feel the same again
I try to swim through the mighty waves
And my only thought is that they’re our graves
Because there will be nothing of our remains
I see an island and I turn to you
“That’s our rescue”
I turn left and right but you’re not there
But where
Where did you go?
I cannot bear 
You’re lost…
…
I’d be willing to give you my life
And
Your love for me is just enough
I’d cross the world and the seven seas
And 
By your face at the end I’ll be pleased
…
I look under water until I'm out of breath 
I don’t care if by this
Will be my death
For you’re the one
That I'm with 
My love was honest so now I should give
This bloody sea took you
And took my happiness too
This bloody sea took you
And in this sea I shall die too
Today was dark
And it’s darker without you…

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I Don'T Want To Sink the Boat

I'm filling my self with void serum
The void is so loud there's voices but no body else can hear them
I'm sleeping a lot and drinking venom
I'm locked up, jailed in my own prison 
I'm losing my glow, I have no rhythm
I don't even know why this poem is written
I don't even know why I'm still living
I don't know why I don't want to give in
Why this life I'm given
Why I'm sinning
Why there's hell 
Why there's heaven
Why every line I write worsens my condition
Why am I asking too many questions
I have a confession, I have depression...

I'm tired of not being taken seriously
I'm tired of waiting impatiently
I'm tired of trying to shoot and rise aimlessly
I'm tired of having a fighter's mentality but the body of a crook
I'm tired of being shook every time I hold the pen and try to finish a book

I hate the sad days 
I hate the days I sit in my room alone with a haze and gaze to the ceiling; thinking about different ways to cut the plays and end this drought and phase.
Get up and raise the stakes; kick ass and take some names, reach the clouds and make some rains

I want to admit, I've been sad for some time
I'm only nineteen, I should be in my prime
I want to stop constantly thinking about rhymes to write some lines and express my mind
And no matter how much I grind I'll always fall behind

In my room I sit in the corner
I don't talk to my family cause I feel like a foreigner
And when I die, I'll have a date with the coroner
They'll talk about my evil, my demons and my failure

Don't mistake this for a death note
This is a poem, a dead man wrote
I am going to jump, I don't want to sink the boat.

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In Hell

"I want to keep my head up, yet I'm feeling weak
I want to scream for help, but my ego is too big"
He said as he put a gun to his side
Pulled the trigger and blew his mind

"It was never my fault, yet I did the time
You all hate me, but I've done no crime"
She said as she put a blade to her wrist
Slashed her veins and held a bloody fist

"I want to cry, yet my tears are dry
I want to fly, but I'm scared of the sky"
He said as he stood on a ledge
Jumped and left his worries on the bridge

"I love you dad, yet I hate this world
I want to stay, but I'm just an innocent girl"
She said as she bathed in gas
Lit it on fire and left with a blast

"I'm done with this terrible mess
The world will have a problem less"
He said as he tightened up the rope around his neck
Pushed the chair and in seconds he was dead

"This is it, this is the end of the road
I'm dying alone, at 25 years old"
She said as she held her poisonous drink
Drank every bit of it and her death was quick

They met in hell and danced like mad men
Their ending was happy, when does yours begin?

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Live a Little Before You Leave

I die a little every day I live
By the days I'm given chances to achieve
Before my chances run out and it's my time to leave

Live a little before you leave!

I know, living can hurt
Living can kick you to the dirt
Living has left me burnt
And it's not the first, second or third
It will keep on reoccurring
Really, living is the worst!

Think about the years you weren't here before
Think about the years you'll have before you're gone
Don't think about why you were born
Think this is where you belong
Think this is your painting to draw
Think what can possibly go wrong
Don't think, just live along

Love, laugh, cry and weep
Sing, dance, reach the peaks
Screw your pride, be weak
Be special, be unique
Stay awake, don't sleep
A moment, that's all there is
Take it, don't be a sheep
Fly, spread your wings
Reign, be a king
Your story now begins
Enjoy it with its losses and wins
With its virtues and sins
Its frowns and grins
People and things
And Loving

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Dying Star

A dying star in the middle of nowhere
Where there's no water, earth nor air
No temple, no church, no mosque nor prayers
Stood as I saw what she wears
Nothing but the shining waves of a brown hair
The green and the grey is a killer combination, I swear
I'm helpless, this is not fair...

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A Silhouette

In the morning we met
Right next to you, I sat
Not a word, I could get,
Out of my mouth, I forgot
The whole damn alphabet
My mom told me that strangers were danger
And in heaven there is angels
But you were such a game changer 
You were like a painting drawn by a thousand painter
I read our messages
And get these clear images
Of kissing you, hugging you
Wishing that it will be true
That morning I met
Not a girl, but a silhouette...