Sick and Tired

Sick of the hurt.

Tired of the shame.

I cry to my emotions

asking, “Why am I in pain?”

Sick of writing sad poems.

Tired of being institutionalized.

Everything I learned so far,

I came down to a compromise.

Sick of bad decisions.

Tired of the old life.

After trapped in the darkness

I finally crawl to light.

Sick of being alone.

Tired of the frustration.

Think before acting.

Use your top motivation.

Sick of the sick.

Tired of the tired.

Stressing so much

will lead you to the fire.

Poetry

Poetry

The short, sweet answer

to the contents of

your soul.

My Addiction

My Addiction

I hate you. You're what I despise.

You had me cheat, steal, and made me a liar.

You chilled with all my friends and all

the people that I inspired.

You took people's minds away,

like Wiz Khalifa and Bob Marley,

people who I admired.

You took our lives away as soon as we

lit that match, as soon as we lit that fire.

Our souls burned to waste as our

ashes were the only thing left as

memories to all our old desires.

My life....My Addiction.

If I Could Be

If I Could Be

If I could be water

I would clean all diseases.

If I could be fire

I would burn all of the

pain in your head.

If I could be gold

I would help the poor.

If I could be freedom

I would help everyone

be free like me.

If I could be the president

I would end the war, abuse,

and killing. 

 

If I could be peace

I would make peace.

If I could be everything

I would do everything.

If I could be only me

I would be me.

Dreaming Nightmares

Dreaming Nightmares

It's raining, it's pouring

The young man is snoring

Lying in the sea of burdens

Where he's surely certain

He'll live the rest of his life behind closed curtains

From the people he was hurting

But most of all, it was himself who caused the most harm

Hiding behind a religion, reading the book of Psalms

But already stained with the blood on the face of his palms

Trying to remain cool, collective, and calm

Knowing he's only a pawn

Moving one step at the break of dawn

On and on, the game plan is drawn

He can't stay on the straight and narrow

Defeat one by one on a crooked path seizing the pharaoh

The war is just beginning,

And there's no such thing as a hero

He maneuvers through the first wave blood being splattered

Friends and memories he had being shattered

Saying, “Damn, can this get any sadder

But right now it doesn't even matter”

As he approaches the last line

He's running out of time

Queen, Bishop, and Rook are coming from behind

At this rate, he'll put the King in check-mate

He comes to the King and asks,

“How you want your last breath?”

Queen came from behind and gave him a fast death

Woke up thanking God it was only a little rest.

Down by One

Down by One

What light doesn't reach,

darkness overtakes.

We've lived in darkness

only to come feel

the warmth of the light.

From Easton

Bethlehem, Poconos,

Philly, Puerto Rico,

Bangor, New Jersey,

and even Northampton.

They called us criminals, delinquents

and it's our job to know

who we really are

a team, a council, Brothers in

long battles.

"..."

“. . .”

I ask myself is it all because

of me

that I had many chances to be

forever free

But I was just scared of how the

world would look at me

I was just caught up trying to be

like the guys in school wanted to be

Just really trying to hide who deep down

I wanted to be

But I felt fear like I was still

weak

So I wanted strength and joined the

football team

Really didn't get to play so in 10^th I

decided to not make it a dream

So I began still trying to be a “cool kid”

and started doing the wrong things

Skipping class and school

Which I never thought I had the

guts to do

But that feeling of rebelling was the tool

to make me forget about my past

As much that didn't last

Cause god don't like ugly

So things began to move into my path

Began to look like a fatal

Crash

Seeming like the time just rewinds

to the moments that I wish I never had

Reason as a child I was always sad or mad

Believing nothing not even love or happiness

ever last

So I just began to admire the things

that always last

Which was pain

Until it really hit me and my

dark heart began to rain

Stuck on what to do if I even

had a chance to gain

real feeling because I needed

a new way

Hiding from myself was just making me

hate my name

Then my life had changed

when a girl I thought was like the

other ones but definitely made my

heart raise

Was scared at love at first because I

thought it was just a game

But then I seen she was sticking by

my side through our crazy maze

So now I know there's so much faith

In this world for me

Having my freedom taken away

Is just another big story with

a new beginning page.

Ask Me

Ask Me

 

Ask me who AJ is.

I'm going to say look at me

but don't look at my past.

That's only who I used to be.

Poetry

Poetry

The short, sweet answer

to the contents of

your soul.

Life

Life

Sometimes things happen

Good and bad

but sometimes we don't

know why.

Sometimes we feel

we need to know

but sometimes it's quite

the opposite.

Sometimes we shouldn't

know.

Sometimes things we

don't know protect

us from the truth.

Born

Born

I see a face.

A lovely face.

I love this face.

It makes me smile.

It makes me laugh.

This can only be one person.

Mother.

Mind Over Matter

Mind Over Matter

Mind, where is my mind.

I don't know.

So where is your mind, your mind, and your mind.

We don't know.

So how can we begin to find

Is it bigger than the universe, or is it just bigger than me.

Now the mind is something very hard to see,

Does our mind actually play tricks,

or is it us telling ourselves a little white lie.

Is our mind impeccable, or is it impetuous.

And I think you will be set with this

mind is far greater than matter

and mind is far greater than what we expect.

Living to Die, Dying to Live

Living to Die, Dying to Live

People are living to die and dying to live.

But what is there to give.

Now that is a question to make your mind begin to race

and that's something we haven't fully embraced.

Past, present, future, time and space

precious things we waste

that people die for in another place.

Some people moan and complain about little stuff

and I'm not even saying this to bluff.

But other people are actually starving at night

and most people are ready to

fight for freedom and equal rights.

Because people are living to die and dying to live.

Mind Games

Mind Games

I don't know where to start

when I think about girls.

They're always on my mind.

They have me stuck in my own world.

Dream about them.

Speak about them.

Think about them.

Sooner or later, go crazy about them.

Soft lips, dark hair, and beautiful eyes.

She's walking down my block.

It catches me by surprise.

Trapped with a bunch of boys.

Doing the same routine.

This place is making me insane.

I want the girls to come save me.

Some are psycho, some are superstitious.

I need a Puerto Rican that could cook.

Her rice better be delicious.

They come in different kinds.

Sometimes they stalk.

Don't get them angry, though.

They will turn into the hulk.

Gossip is annoying. Drama is part of their brain.

You should never get them curious.

They love to play mind games.

Doors

Doors

Two doors,

one to heaven,

one to hell.

I'ma tell you why

you shouldn't put

your soul up for sale.

At first it's a good idea right,

popularity and cash

you could change from a nobody

to somebody fast.

Gettin' that money

bein' on TV it's a blast.

But you'll definitely be sick

when you're just an eternally burnin'

pile of ash.

I hear these dudes talkin'

about sellin' their souls

to be rich.

Sounds good except there's

just a little glitch and that's

when you're sittin' in hell for the rest of

your life on fire saying this

is a _itch.

Missing Loved Ones

Missing Loved Ones

We all lost people along the way.

But I, I lost some people really close.

Such as L____ H_____, and my sister out of many.

I used to go visit their graves.

But it makes me wonder.

Who's next.

Would it be someone else I'm close with.

But just who.

The Wall

The Wall

I see a man.

A very dark man.

He is taking what is mine.

He does not belong,

yet he is there.

Why?

We take, but he does not give up.

Is he human?

Surely.

But he is different.

Very.....different.

But the same.

Acceptance?

Acceptance.

I accept him.

Complicated

Complicated

The emotions and thoughts

they are hard to explain

my mind keeps going

and my head is full of pain.

I start getting angry

my words feel like hate

I am getting so confused

I'm falling to my fate.

Why can't I understand

the words that you said

one moment you're alive

then the other, you're dead.

It's hard to stay on track

and keep my mind focused

whenever I give up

I always say I'm hopeless.

Now I look back

and the past is over

but it will get harder

especially when I'm older

The blood gets hot

and the stress increases

I can't seem to get it

it's tearing me to pieces.

Out of all the words created

only one could explain it

excuse my french everyone

but it's so damn complicated.

Depression

Depression

Depression

is an empty hole.

It feels like your heart is gone,

stolen from the depths.

The depths you'll never fully know.

It comes and goes,

finds new ways to torture one's soul.

You try to float away

and go with the flow.

You hope the ones you love

don't decide to follow

down into this pit of sorrow.

If they do, there will be no more fight

and with that there's nothing left to write.

Boy's Daddy

Boy's Daddy

Boy's daddy left without a goodbye

Boy's daddy

left to get high

Boy's daddy

got caught up in his lies

So boy's daddy

was stuck doin 6 to 9

now boy's daddy

busy changing his mind

tryin to figure out a way

to look his son in the eye

and tell the daddy's boy he don't

gotta be shy an he don't

got to run like daddy did

just to get high

Boy's daddy just wants to prove

a whole lot

So he's hoppin daddy's boy won't remember

a whole lot...

Daddy's Boy

Daddy's Boy

Daddy's Boy small, cute, and wobbly.

Daddy's Boy fragile, and smiles at

everybody.

Daddy's Boy only wants daddy to be

proud of him.

Daddy's Boy knows daddy can't live

without him.

So Daddy's Boy knows daddy will be

around for 'em.

But Boy's daddy never got around to him....

That's why this story has

another round to it.

So stick around to hear part 2

of it – “Boy's Daddy”.

Talk is Cheap

Talk is Cheap

Dudes run they mouth

because they think I'm sweet.

Talk is cheap.

Dudes wanna be gangsta.

Man talk is cheap.

Dudes act on Facebook

but see me in the streets.

Talk is cheap.

Dudes ain't got they priorities

straight when he talk he

weak.

Dudes showin off for females but

when they bark he squeak.

His talk is cheap.

Dudes think they tough until

they talk get beat.

Dudes think that's what's up

Just talkin for free. They never

put it in action. So his talk is cheap.

He want attention but can't even

walk and speak.

His talk is cheap.

Main reason why talk is cheap

because dudes is broke so

they try to sell it on the streets.

Today, Tonight, Tomorrow

Today, Tonight, Tomorrow

Today is filled with anger

fueled with hidden hate

scared of being outcast

afraid of common fate.

Today is filled with rage

violence in the air

children bred with ruthlessness

because no one at home cares.

Tonight is built on tragedies

which no one wants to face

nightmare to humanities

and morally disgraced.

Tonight I lay my head down

but the pressure never stops

gnawing at my sanity

content when I am dropped.

Tomorrow I see change

a chance to build anew

built on spirit intent of heart

and ideals based on truth.