The Pain of Life, The Joy of Death, The What to Where

Never know when it'll happen

When you'll breath your last breath

Your soul, dragged out of your body

By the cold, vicious claws of death

Can't run away

Have to face it

Lived a sinful life?

Can't erase it

Though don't fear death

Just remember

Death is not the stage

Where you suffer forever

Believe it or not

That's life

Not death

There is no pain in death

That's just the pain of dying

And dying happens

In life

Where you probably want to stay alive

As long as you possibly can

To face its ups and downs

Interesting question

Would you sacrafice your ups

To kill your downs?

'Cause that's death

No ups or downs

It just is

But aren't you dying to find out

The last bit?

To know what you just can't know

'Till your there?

The part you can't find out from others

'Cause they're dead

Is there an afterlife?

Is death a two second phase?

Is it an eternity of nothing?

Though if it was

It's not that you'd know

But if there was a stage after life

An afterlife

Would it make you wish you never knew

Or that you would've departed earlier?

INTENTION: I wrote this poem because there are a lot of different beliefs and sometimes I don't know what to believe. There are atheists out there who think that after death there's nothing waiting on the other side or that there is no other side. I don't think I can say how stupid I'd feel if that were true. Praying, fasting, following the restrictions, and all that other crap. But if there really is a god I don't think I can say how terrified I'd feel about not believing and suffering the consequences. I just wish i knew waht was waiting on the other side, or at least get a sign that made me believe in God or not believe in God. Show me a miracle damnit.

 

Never Happened

That incident that just happened 

You can't believe just happened 

You know you never should've done it

To begin with

The worst that could've happened

That you couldn't even imagine happening

Happened

And you never want to see

The people involved

Even if they were friends

And you never want to set foot on

The ground of where it happened

Even if it was home

Then again,

Friends who?

Home where?

Just one word:

Denial

More lies

The thing that somehow got you into this mess

But what else can you do

When all hope is gone

Besides letting the sand of time

Bury it in the past

Let the sand bury it

Into a beach

A beach of dead memories

You never want to set foot on that island

You're afraid to let a single grain leave the island

And uncover the truth

Even by a grain

'Cause every grain took time

And if you see a guy carrying a shovel

Kick his ass

Beat the shit out of him

He's curiousity

You're the cat

So now what had happened

Never happened 

INTENTION: I wrote this poem because this really is how I feel about some of the things I've done. There were moments in my life where I can't believe I've done something and there's really nothing that you can do to change that. All you can really do is try and forget about it even though you really won't ever forget. But if you wait long enough it's not really something you worry about as much I can't quite explain what I mean but I guess maybe I'm trying to say that if something you regret happened a long time ago it's like it's sort of not really there, it's forgotten. You push it away from you.

 

It's Not What It Looks Like

The tree there in the park

Isn't a tree

It's a mushroom cloud

After an atomic explosion

The man in the hoodie

Isn't a man

It's Death himself

Trying to blend in with eveyday life

The rope hanging off the ceiling fan

Isn't just the switch to the fan

It's a noose

The remains of someone's death

The clock on the wall

Isn't a clock

It's a ticking time bomb waiting to blow

At the worst possible time

And the paranoid looking fellow

Looking at everyone like they're crazy

Ain't just some guy

It's me

 

Going Back

As I swallow this poisonous elixir

I know I'm doing wrong

But after the bottles empty

I don't know right from wrong

I awake the next day

Finally sober

That's it?

Is it already over?

Looking at my surroundings

How'd I get here?

Broken chairs, smashed glass

Empty bottles of beer

Trying to remember last night

An up and down ride

Fist I'm Dr. Jekyll

Then I'm Mr. Hyde

Limp over to the mirror

Look at my reflection in the glass

I look so different from what I am

How much time has passed?

Unable to remember

Just have to go back

Drink some more beer

And drop like a sack

 

The Absence of Hope 

Don't need this

Walking away

Thanks a lot asshole

Never had a better day

Just what is going on in my head?

You're burning in flames

I can beat you

In these stupid mind games

Going on for too long

Way too many years

I will not cry

I will not spill tears

Favorite time of day

Time for bed

Slipping into my coma

Temporarily dead

Alive the next morning

Shit, I'm awake

Save me the crap

We both know it's fake

You'll drive me insane

But you'll never cut the rope

I'll never be knocked out my senses

But I've already lost hope

I will not take the jump

Or carve Xs on to my arm

But keep this act up

And you're the one in harm

I gave up on life

But who knows what's on the other side?

What if every religion there is

Is a big pack of lies?

And there ain't shit after death

Do I really care? Nope

Like I said

I got no hope

INTENTION:For me, life is the toughest puzzle I can think of. You don't know how to live it, no one REALLY does. You don't know if religion is a whole bunch of bull or not. That's what's kind of keeping me from living life to its fullest. I'd be so much more "free" if I just knew. I'd either be an orthadox who spends all of his time praying or I'd be... Hmmm... What would I be like if I was an atheist? I don't even want to know. Still, that's a big thimg I worry about. Because then I'm pretty sure we'd all just shoot ourselves. I sure would, because this world is farther from perfect than it is from the nearest black hole (if you want to know how far that is you should ask Mr. Arroyo.) I guess I can't really say how much people piss me off, even friends sometimes, and family. I can't really say I envy them or anything but I wish I could just start life over and get a fresh start so I could shape my life how I really want it to be. Maybe even with a new family because that's where half of all my stress comes from. In this poem its kind of like I'm talking to my dad. 

 

Haiku

This is a haiku

The cheapest kind of poems

But still a poem

 

You and Me

Day and night

Dark and light

Young and old

Blood and water

Death and life

Moon and sun

Push and pull

In and out

Past and future

Good and bad

Heaven and hell

Ice and fire

Pain and pleasure

Rich and poor

Up and down

Left and right

Right and wrong

Truth and lies

Clean and filthy

First and last

North and south

Positive and negative

Noise and silence

Peace and catastrophe

Heaven and Hell

Big and small

Cat and dog

Angel and demon

Love and hate

Everyone and no one

Free and enslaved

Ying and Yang

Black and white

Prey and predator

Kill and Save

You and me