I am it...

I'm not depressed, nothing is wrong with me. I am actually quite happy with the way my life has gone to date. Minus the fact that I have had a few events in my twenty year life which I suffered greatly. I write to get those experiences out, and however personal they may be I'm not too worried about what everyone thinks because this is for me. The story is for your enjoyment, but it has always been my release and always will be.

Life or Death

In life there’s death, in death there’s life.

You take your choice, but in the end the knife.

For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain,

But is what Philippians said in vain?

You choose your life, you choose your dame,

But in death you may never choose the pain.

You watch as the people you love are gone,

And the island your on is a lonely one.

So take your choice, so choose your pain,

But to take your life will not be the same.

Life after death won’t take pity on you,

Taking advantage of, and torturing, you too.

So is to choose a life of sorrow and solitude,

Better than the knife, to change your attitude?

Superbia

There was a time when I was known

as the man with the last name "Ever"

first name "Greatest"

There was a place where all bowed

before me, and I bowed to no man.

But that time is no more,

as I laid there broken and confused,

faded and abused...

There was a time when every one noticed and cared,

and the town chanted my name.

And now I listen to the winds.

I used to sleep next to a new beauty every night,

but lately I've been sleeping next to a ghost...

There was a time when suicide seemed absurd,

but then again my neck did wrap itself around

that dusty noose. And my mother held my lifeless

body. There was a time she smiled, but no more.

"There was a time he was full of life... so full of pride."

Dead set on Livin’

Oh the suicidal thoughts of man.

Broken and beaten, left and forgotten...

so few look for a savior.

so few look to god.

I have battled the pain and crushed

the shame that left me clinging

to the little hope had left.

Clutching the knife I drew near to my chest

I contemplated suicide...

Was this life of mine something divine,

or was me living becoming a crime?

Sucking the air others breathe with a touch of Greed.

Stuffing my Gluttonous need to be #1.

Would my strive and fight for life

be taken as too much Pride?

And is the longing for a women to trust

taking me as just another victim of Lust?

Is this swelling of hate dwelling deep in my stomach

destroying the man and evolving the Wrath?

Will my lack of hope and thought of life

bring me to the speed of the miserable Sloth?

If this be the case, I’m guilty of Envy.

Time slows, and thought distances

Life flashes, and my savior floods my head…

I see family and friends gathering, all of which smile

And not cry, my father and mother’s embrace

Is warm and welcoming, two brothers’ smirks

Bring a laugh, and my sister’s voice

snaps me back to reality…

Yes I contemplated suicide, but only so I may

appreciate this life of mine.

Ill lower this blade, and if you don’t like me

don’t stress, God isn’t finished with me yet...

The poems are unique in their own sense. Each has it's own meaning and that's what I love about poetry.