Poetry

Take My Call

Hello, operator I’d like to place a call to Heaven

I want to ask Saint Peter a question, in fact I’m Begging

You see, he allowed my parents in, and I don’t know what to do

I was so unprepared for this I still try to call home at a quarter past two

Who would’ve thought I’d crave their guidance even as a grown man

Even thought they raised me up, I don’t think I’m ready to lead my own clan

I know In my heart I don’t have a choice

please Saint Peter, I want them to hear my voice

I want to tell them I love them

I want to say I need them

I want them to see their grandson, a real Phenom

I just want one more chance to say I love you to my mom

Saint Peter I beg of you, you can have my all!

Just name your fee, and accept my call!

My eyes burn from all these tears

Because my reality has become one of my greatest fears!

I’ll pray and do good deeds days 1-7

Just please take my call in heaven….

Poetic Ice

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Poetry, world observations

Confessions of a Dark Mind: Suicide Prevention Month

I have brothers not of my mother

grew up with a family like no other

with so much love I could smother

but none of that stopped this crime

I still grew up in a mental bind

welcome to the confessions of a dangerous mind

surrounded by people I was lonely

coveted by girls, I felt homely

flirting with death had become homey

I lived life feeling second best

never afforded a moments rest

not if I wanted to ace that next test

I went to college to paint a collage of ill will

self depreciation increased as I grew in skill

every reflection I saw, I only thought kill

graduation got close, and suicidal thoughts came to a head

permeated with rage, I was only seeing red

all roads were leading to me dead

pat of me felt like there was no help, no one to turn to

I felt like someone you could burn through

but that changed when I met the girl with eyes of brown hue

no more panic attacks and pills

just love unfurling and thrills

simply thinking of your kiss gave me chills

For the first time in a long time I felt okay

I had to question was it right to feel that way

often fearing that feeling wouldn’t stay

a weird feeling going from shroud of darkness to the veil of light

its like going from blind to sight

but not everyone gets that same ending to this fight

Many fight alone and fall from grace

leaving loved ones behind as they take a suicidal end to the race

a lot of times because someone told them to “Man up” to their face

many often need help but are afraid to cry out

Someone yelled for me, now I’m going to shout

Seek the healing help you need, this isn’t the final bout!

You are here with us, not alone

you have a place to belong to, you aren’t without a home

if you need help pick up a phone!

I know this world is sick and sadistic

at this point it needs intervention from something mystic

but get the help you need, don’t become a statistic!

 

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline can be reached at 800-273-TALK (8255)

you have people who love you, if you need help call someone and confide in them. each day is a blessing, don’t cut them short!

Love,

LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway

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Poetry

Words to him as time goes on

It’s been 2 years

I still have moments where I have to dry my tears

So many things are different in my space

Everyday I see you in my face

You are my Hero, that is true

I try to emulate, even growing my hair like you

Just to let you know our family name isn’t done

I’m sure you know, but I’m having a son!

I’ve tried to live strong

Make you proud, not do your name wrong

It’s been hard as hell without you

I have so many questions

At this point Dad I’ll take any suggestions

You taught me so many things

Like how to find music that makes my heart sing

But you didn’t teach me how to move ahead without you

We hurt so much without you

But I stand strong, I hear your voice

I hear you saying I have no choice

So I live right with no regret

Taking down every threat

When you left us it took away my breath

But I won’t be sad on the day of your death

This day was not your End

Just the beginning of flight without Sin

I miss you so so much Dad

You’ve made me strong so life isn’t all bad

Thank you…. I miss you….

Poetic Ice

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I’m Still Here

I’m still here

The Champine won his title match

He fought and was reward because he was victorious

Now he rest amongst the warriors

But do not be sad,

“I’m still here”

A powerful effect those words had

“I’m still here”

Stop all that crying, don’t feel bad!

You don’t have to look far to see him

It’s not a phrase he uttered in a whim

“I’m still here”

Just gaze into the eyes of my son

“I’m still here”

He is my legacy, he is the one

“I’m still here”

It’s evident in my lovely wife

“I’m still here”

She is the love of my life

“I’m still here”

My gorgeous sisters were my heart

“I’m still here”

Just ask them bout me, the convo won’t know where to stop or start

“I’m still here”

For that lil girl my protection will never cease

“I’m still here”

She is my heart, my darling niece

Don’t worry for me

I’m completely free

Me not being here does change the scene

But fret not I’m smiling, happy, The Champine

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Heaven’s Greedy

Heaven’s Greedy

The eternal paradise

Where your soul yearns to rise

Has been stricken with avarice

Where there is no limit to possibility

Every day is a tranquil stability

But lately it’s hiring the world with spiritually debility

A beautiful place with a beautiful role

Has now started to exact a toll

It’s become greedy and demands a soul

But not one, it craves the many

And yes the world has a plenty

It that doesn’t mean you can steal them from around me!

Why has paradise gotten so needy

Why are ppl I love taken from me!

When did Heaven get so greedy?!

I normally don’t question divinity

But all this theft has shaken my serenity

It’s always a soul that’s a kin to me!

Yet I know I’m not the only one lost

Everyone around me has paid this cost

All our tears have begun to exhaust

I know there is a reason but it’s seems seedy

Maybe I’m the one that is being needy

But dammit Heaven’s Greedy!

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5 yet 10

March 8th 2019 the sun has risen again

Turning our relationship into 5 yet 10

This day 5 years ago at 5pm you became my wife/

But it was 10 years ago when you began to change my life/

We’ve had this eloquent song and dance a third of our lives/

It’s amazing when you stop to realize/

We found in school what many get lost looking for/

And that was a pure love to keep breathing for/

I will never stop saying you’re my sexy savior

And will blame you for my lovey behavior

My queen whom has seen me beyond low

My goddess who will defend me from every blow/

Gorgeous eyes that are beyond depth

Still has the power to take away my breath

I see your smile and can’t help but renew my promise to you/

Promise to always be there and true

Promise to support and be honest

Promise to be your warrior on every conquest/

We’ve come so far at this point

Metaphorically joined at the hip joint

I knew from the moment we first kissed you were the one/

Now you’re having our first son

When thinking of you alone I still feel humble

That you allowed me to catch you and not to fumble/

You chose me as your king, and I refuse to drop the crown

Without you I’m nothing, I can’t exist without you around.

You are truly magic without a tome of fiction

Indescribable elegance in any form of diction

With my wife, mother of my child, on March 8, 2019 the sun rose again

Turning our bond 5 yet 10.

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We Are Royal

Buried within your soul young man lives the destiny of  kings

Awaiting the chance to take hold and help you sprout golden wings

Young woman from birth you were adorned with a golden crown

Granted by God, a priceless symbol worth more than a worldly gown

Remember Father Destiny makes no mistakes!

That’s why my Ebony child, your successes make the world QUAKE!

Your very breath in this world is a proclamation of victory

your every decision is an opportunity to sculpt out a new history!

its coded to your simplest codon to triumph over adversity

To fight against oppression with a royal tenacity

The world around you is determined to make you forget!

A darkness that’s afraid of your light, that was born upset

But you’ll succeed with ease as your melanin skin absorbs light

just filling yourself with glory out of spite

Nothing can stop you from being queens and kings

We always have been, and will be, Magnificent royal beings!

-Poetic Ice-

 

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