My Story Part 1 (The Beginning)

Fear is inevitable, for you cannot tempt the barriers of your feelings.
Am I living for a purpose? Or am I living only to protract my sadness?
Prevaricators are all that I believe. Who will tell me why I am here?
Using my intellect to verbally express my feelings.
All I need in life is a paper and a pen. For I can control my expression.
Criticism and ridicule is what I get for trying to love.
IS life worth the fight? I’m not sure I can make it to the end.
In need of a revelation, or someone to love and depend on.
Will I make it? For day by day I weaken and corruption fills my body.
Valiant feelings, but my limit is coming close. I fear my end has come.

My Story Part 2 (The End)

The essence in my life has stopped. What once was so great has ceased to flow.
I cannot comprehend the demand of my peers. I can’t contain my pain.
Indecisively alive. Am I ready to die? For I no longer have anything to live for.
Unpretentious pain, but it is a feeling I cannot explain the horror of.
Living life people left behind. I am forever trapped with my past experiences to haunt my mind.
A barricade of hatred is defending me of true love. Can I brake free?
My greatest fear, has become my greatest joy.
I am an artisan of poetry, for it is what keeps me alive.
But I can’t answer my thoughts; the pain blinds me from the truth of life.
I now believe that this gun to my head is the answer to all my problems.

My Story Part 3 (Born Again)

As the gat takes the shot, my mind has cleared.
I have no feelings; Nothing but an empty space to be filled.
God has given me a chance to relive my mistakes, to set my wrongs right.
I am blessed to have lived life, but I know I made mistakes.
Forever I will be guided with love and kindness, to reflect on my inner being.
It’s time to relive. Time to live the life I once hated with so much feeling.
Ready to die, ready to live. I am eternally in thanks to the people whom I have loved.
It’s time to rise. I’m through with pain and sorrow. I will turn over a new leaf.
The Lord has distributed me a life with love. No longer shall I fear my own feelings.
Will this blessing last?

- P.O.E.T. -

!I got more PUNCHLINES than STICK FIGURE BOXING!

- P.O.E.T. -

!I got more PUNCHLINES than STICK FIGURE BOXING!