Earth Angel

Earth Angel

A Poem by Elias Hernandez

They say,
Life's a book that's written without perfect pages,
Life is work, you're living without perfect wages,
So life is pain and that's why it always hurts to say it,
But pain is knowledge that's how you gotta regurgitate it.
See I don't mind being hated,
Actually I prefer it,
Gives me fuel with the pen and paper to slay all these verses,
And while I write I think back to way back and all of it was worth it because life aint supposed to be perfect.
If there was only ups how could you live thru all the downs?
If there was only smiles how could you lift up all the frowns?
See life is a joke, that's how it seems to all these clowns,
But in the end they take off that makeup when no one is around.
Nobody gives a damn,
Well I do but I'm scared to touch anyone like Edward Scissorhands.
See every time that I get close
I just do the most,
That's why I'm different now from when I used to be a different man.
Aggressive assertive I got what I want,
Cold heart froze closed wasn't open to start.
That's why I had to change because I thought it was time,
So I deposited my nicks and I kept all the dimes,
And even then I couldn't say that they were all mine,
So I focused on the bucks and I stayed on my grind.
But something kept missing,
Kind of like Thor without his hammer,
Kind of like a poem without a stanza,
You see it took a lot for me to look past my own thoughts,
So I could help my homie pray when there was no god.
I could help my mom stay in her own home,
And I could help my father live on his own bruh,
And I could tell my brother everything will be alright,
Because he f***** up right after he got a wife.
I could tell my cousin listen there will always be them better days,
You could still live life, but in better ways.
Nowadays drugs and alcohol is all it is,
Tampering with our brains, having us not think the same.
But whos to say that all that alcohol and drugs isn't actually helping us,
What if it's all another game?
See my intentions for telling you about my temper is to tempt you to tell the truth even if only temporarily,
Temptation tearing me apart from people there with me but there would be no me without no mother f****** therapy.
My brain is dangerous like when you're sniffing angel dust praying for the angels to come and take me to the angels' hut,
Mind throbbing it's mind boggling I stayed so stuck,
When I know all my potential but I just blaze it up.

© 2021 Elias Hernandez


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Added on October 1, 2021
Last Updated on October 30, 2021