DEAD SPACE

the world has been destroyed and one survivor tells the tale of the soon to be extinct race, it's name, is dead space

Dead Space

the year is 2265
i look up towards a blackened sky
what i see, it held lives
an aqua orb before my eyes

part of our past
but not of mine
i am among the last
of god's design

since the 2100's
the world's been dead
the bombs came by the dozens
right over our heads

we now live on the moon
the descendants of death
with our own coming soon
we cherish each breath

there was a point in our existence
where we looked up at the sky
but now we need assistance
for our food has run dry

everyday of our lives
we look back at a world we destroyed
stabbed by our own knives
by the bombs we deployed

our structures in ruins
it's trees turned to ash
any hope of return
gone with the first flash

despite unique features
our domination is done
millions of creatures
dead due to one

it was our very humanity
which lead to our fall
our world set by insanity
wars fought by us all

most were not ignorant
yet they still flipped the switch
passing by the warnings
as they watched the world twitch

now our last glimpse at life
will be the blackened sky
another stab in the back
as we watch the world die

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

FLOW

this is one that i started last year, but never really took the time to finish, and although i'm still not very satisfied with the end result, i decided to post it up, it's called flow

Flow

i'm almost drowned in a river of sound, i'm the only one around and the music's so loud

blasting in my ear, it's the only thing i hear, man it's been one hell of a year

we've all felt blue abused, and straight up used, all of this sticks in our heads like glue

it's only the flow which keeps us alive, as it beats unstoppable from the inside

always attempting to pick up the pace, throwing our actions right back in our face

but it all works out in the very end, always leaving with glory, and a brand new trend

-Carlos "House" Gerardo

MISGUIDED

this poem is written for a very special friend of mine whom i will only call "Kit," she's having some troubles, which is what inspired me to write this, so enjoy

Misguided

In the distance
I hear a heart beat loud
Leaving by itself assistance
And ignoring the crowed

Her heart bleeds out
Tears stream down her face
She wants to just shout
Yet she maintains her pace

What has made her this way
It’s the boy in her thoughts
On her mind every day
It’s only dilemmas he’s brought

He cheated on her before
In the worst possible way
Leaving her little more
Than nothing else to say

Her friends try to warn her
Yet she returns back to him
Leaning on his shoulder
Just watching him grin

She says she loves him to much
Leaving’s to hard to bear
All along turning her heart to mush
Leaving her in despair

He says he’s in love
But contradicts his speech
Looking towards the heavens above
But portraying a leech

What will she do
Will she escape from his grip
Well my friend that’s up to you
Will she get away, or just keep kissing his lip

-Carlos “House” Gerardo

WISE GIRL

once again breaking from my style, this one is called wise girl

Wise Girl

Wise Girl kisses
But never loves
Sits down and listens
But never to much

Pushing forward in delight
No boy will get in her way
As she sits up and fights
Pushing temptation away

She ponders of perfection
Caring not how it looks on her shelf
Never seeking others protection
For she cares for herself

While for others
Hours seems to just fly
She sits back and wonders
The reason time passes her by

It is questions like above
That keep her going still
Doing what she loves
For her, life is a thrill

Ignoring society
She sits alone in her seat
Keeping up her worldly sobriety
Moving to her own beat

As my rhyme comes to a close
A smile grows on her face
Because only Wise Girl knows
How to control her own space

-Carlos “House” Gerardo