I'm sure some of you knew him. Not sure if he was on this board or not, but ya. It's long but it's heartfelt, real, and i put my all into it. Hope it makes you feel something. The original topic was 'after earth'.
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Woke up feeling faceless, face up...
...he was still wearing her make up.
She was still scared from the break up, but engaged him as he surfaced death.
Teenage angst, adverse effects....she said, "You have the worstest breath!"
"Dead.", he laughed. His thirst was next. This cycle happened daily...
Jonny drank to free his mind, and they'd break up when he'd get crazy.
She'd go to work, he'd start to remember:
The center of life was affording the pleasure.
He tried to stay positive but folded to pressure..
He'd enter the strife...which, one day, was a letter:
"The shade of your eyes....and a love just as tender..
The splendor of time means today is a treasure.
Go on with confidence. Without me, you're better."
Into the breezy night, he closed his eyes. At last......exhaled.
What was this lasting hell? If casting spells, his magic failed.
'A ghastly, tragic tale.', he thought to self, and blamed the smack.
'I help others, but I can't help myself. How lame is that?'
Blaming 'hurt' but exchanging dearth. The pain's a jerk.
Smacked his head, he felt change was worse, his brain berserk.
A new aim in life? To play the clerk and receive the bawling..
End is calling. "But I never fall!!!",....he screamed, falling.
With a heart that we should document and art that chose to show us peace,
He posted his final piece, 'Pathetic', then drove out of the scene.
I know that he didn't mean to---.........I'll let him flow, it's supposed to be...:
"A part of me was poetry. Poetic prose imposed on me."
Poetic? No, it hurts to see. Death is living with the consequence.
How many awful kids were spitting, driven to rob you of your opulence?
He looked out, it was the milky way. He sat upon it....daunted.
The place was haunted, a silky stain, he dashed and laughed at comets.
R.I.P.
His unbroken promise: he would remain in passing lives he'd met.
After earth there was everlasting breath. How fair, the air was wet.
"Well, I guess there's a million things that I could cry about inside...
But I won't cry for fear of stardust creeping, leaking out my eyes."
Wax-poetic tithes. He's speaking to our grieving side,
In sheets of rhyme. He was bleak but, 'to each their own'...right? (a lonely lie).
After earth? Im still wondering what came before it..
..Wondering how this blundering came. Was Jonny the informant?
The thundering then kissed the rain and took my friend from me..
My apologies, "our friend". You see, it hasn't been easy..
Jonny's death was worthless if, after earth, there isn't peace.
Let's hope there is. I'll always preach of Jonny, one of our elites.
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