Born of Nothing


my life story isn’t what you think

writing to me isn’t what you think

what i did way back then isn’t what you think

an anthem spoken but not believed

of a lifeless life that i manage to reconcile

every step i took from day one was all messed up

a show for everyone to watch me as i fail at my every screw up

the curtains wide open from my first step

all for the cards to flip

my ace vanished and all that lay in front of me

so deadly

was a Jack

lemme give you my back

lemme give you the knife

that's already in your hand

but i wouldn’t know

not until the first snow

when its too late for the show

pride is not my concern

i know there’s still good in me that burns

a fire merely subconsciously surviving yearns

born from a lover of many

from a day old

i already had a man’s heart

i made him stay

he tells me i was his most important delay

smell of cigarettes

depressions moved in his serinettes of wasted love

he loved my mother

though she didn’t know what love was

she still bothered

and he hovered

waisting away

like glass in the sea

all of his memories

were lies he made to appease me

giving me a life full of anything but agony

my father is everything to me

he fought the darkness

but not even the bravest man can save me from the world’s wickedness

nor the lioness

beaten and bruised

condemned by her twisted mind

pain was the only thing that soothed

not of her own heart

but to every kind

she found love where it wasn’t suppose to be

tricked by the serpent

her mind could never flee

her mind was worn

and she never knew how to use her heart

from birth she was torn apart

and there she stayed

in her hell for eternity

when she got a way out

it was easier to stay

where nothing ever changed

because she liked playing with death in his games

there was a time where the stars made her feel sane

where the sky and love were in the same lane

where i mattered to her

when her promises mattered

where her anthem was believed

when i fell asleep

when i felt something

something that’s not the pain that she hit me with

or lies choked with rope

or pills forced with guilt

or men pulled in by fake hopes

or love thought as a joke

or rum mixed with coke

or no sight for her children

who once loved her

as she gives no cares to care

or tries to gain our respect

or even loves us enough to get help to relent

but i strive for this gift

i will never lose the hope for my mother

as long as i believe

she’s meant for so much more

you’ll see

my mother's lost

but i hope she’ll be my mother

maybe once in a shining sea

these two human beings made me

i have no faith to go on

on how to be me

everything close to me is either scared or leaves

depression or anxiety

what happened to being happy ?

what happened to me ?

when i found out my father loved me ?

or when i decided my mother had lost me ?

or when i found out my mother left me ?

in an ocean of grief ?

because she chose those pills over me ?

all i got is sympathy

a pathetic pacifist with no mechanisms for bloody justice

blood is all that’s been spilt

i can remember the way i saw families

the way i saw the world

the way i saw my dreams

who i wanted to be

all that changed with new dreams

new feelings

new families

new truths

a different mother than the one who i remembered her being

a different father than who i remember him being

she was once so soothing

but that was even a lie

he was so sad

so hurt and mad

but now he’s kind of rad

in the close ending of this journey of many

my prince charming saved me from the evil

once again, there would be no bad

from a young age i knew i had a gift

from a young age i predicted the swift horrors coming

all based on dreams and feeling

i couldn’t stop any of it from happening

all i could do was pray for sympathy

in the end that’s what i always had

thoughts hitting me so hard

some with a fist

some with a pen

some with the notes swaying off keys

swaying off strings

just as i predicted

my mother’s ring swayed off like a minor chord

my father’s pen signed quickly

from one piano key to another

the feeling smothered me to sleep

the rain pouring its tumult

like beats on a drum

as i slowly strum

my heart away with a hum

little did i know

it was all coming

not far off in the distance

from the steps of a church

to confessing my love

to learning love

to feeling love

to killing love

to missing love

repeat

all a vast bleak

heart sinks

repeat

self pity

still pretty

as i lie with words of truth

to a life long best friend

that i knew ill always love

mistake after another

i predict my outbreak

my genuine love and heart break

give or take

it all ends with lies and a snake

just like my mother

all fake

my father

sad and naive

i convinced myself i was a remake

the sequel to their mistakes

that’s what my dreams were for

predictions

that i might slip

that’s ill fall

the stakes are high

but the pressures low

all because they did nothing

and so am i

i stand with my arm in the sky

asking for a sign

most of my short life

because every time i do

i feel peace

or i lose

all because my faith becomes loose

my spirit falls asleep when i see the past

or i catch new chains

and my mind goes back to a foregoing

where words meant nothing and the sea was vast

a new poem created

all because my chained turned to dust

and my past turned to nothing but a testimony

given to help the melancholy

the sad souls who can’t fall into dismal

no deeper then their hole

that's already dug

the longer my past

the longer my rope

the deeper the hole

the deeper the hope

all sympathy is given

don’t loose innocence

and most of all don’t loose hope

imagine a world so colorful and radiant

what would you do if all your pain went away

who would you be

would you have good

a candle on fire

this world is bad

but don’t let that stop you

keep your fire lit

bigger than a candle

make it a pit

your fire is you

humanity is what we are

im not my mother

im not my father

i am myself

and I aspire to be brighter than the sun itself

that's all i have

the strings of a guitar

mistakes

a pen and paper

love

that's my humanity

its who i am

who are you...

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