Kevin W.

Three Reasons



Introduction

It’s one of those days when you just want to kill yourself.
The days when you picture a steel blade in your fist,
With a scarlet river running down your wrist…

I ask myself why not end it today.
Tie a noose around my neck
And jump off the apartment deck.

Buy the .22 and pull the trigger.
All the stress and worries released,
Free, all time ceased

Used to be three reasons why I said no,
Three reasons now down to two,
To halt drowning myself in the blue,
Used to be the three reasons listed below.

“My Parents”

Study, study for tests and quizzes!
Finish your homework.  Get some knowledge.
No time for fun.  Work your hand off.
And in the end, you’ll go to an Ivy League College.

Remember lessons learned.  Forget drugs and alcohol.
In the future, you don’t want to regret what you’ve done.
Give it your all or nothing at all in everything you do.
And in the end, you’ll thank me, my son.

Don’t be cruel to your strict or demanding teachers.
Don’t be cruel to your smart, ugly, or big peers.
Listen and understand as much as you can from them.
And in the end, you’ll be able to use your ears.

Please don’t do anything illegal.
It will be on criminal record, Kevin.
It’ll look poor on job and college applications.
And in the end, you’ll be in jail 24/7.
 
I don’t care if they won Mass Millions or own a multi-billion dollar company.
I don’t care if you are homeless as long as you have an unweighted 4.0.
Don’t even try to talk back to me; I know what is good for you.
And in the end, you’ll own Wu and Co.
 
I’m telling you right now,
Everything I tell you is for your own good.
Go ahead and be stupid and don’t get an education,
And in the end, you’ll end up in the hood.
 
We have listened to other parents.
Their kids work like Applebee’s, midnight or later.
Writing and thinking feverishly, faces red, sweating profusely,
And in the end, you’ll hate being their waiter.
 
We both graduated number one in our classes.
We both love and care for you, Kevin.
This is why we push you to do what we did,
And in the end, you’ll go to heaven.
 
“My Sanctuary”

I wish practice might, I wish practice may,
Be here sooner, every day.
Putting on my gear and active wear,
I hope I improve today.
 
I’ll be out on the field or the track,
Working with guys who’ve got my back.
If I weren’t so short, I’d be out on the court,
Taking it all the way to the rack.
 
Alas, playing b-ball last year was my last,
Undefeated we were and I had a blast.
But basketball is no longer priority rather my inferiority,
I have other goals, especially with their great cast.
 
I play because I love it,
Improving my time or making the big hit.
It’s not about glory but the fury.
There’s no way I would sit.

Winning the MVP of the game,
May bring fame and Notre Dame,
But that’s not what I play for, I play to soar,
To test if I have the blazing flame.

To avoid being cut,
Don’t stick needles in the butt.
Show fire and desire,
And give your best uppercut.

Sweat drips down my brow,
No place I’d rather be now,
Than here to summit my limit,
Doing what my anatomy won’t allow.

I may be suffering from some bad dehydration,
But I’ll be here while they’re on vacation.
When the body says no, the mind says do.
That’s why they call me the Crazy Asian.

In the rain, shine, or snow,
I won’t say no to my foe.
With gallons of sweat down our faces and wet laces,
I’ll fight in the mud like a bull.
 
To be the best is to train harder than the rest,
Especially those who wish to beat the best.
Thus, every moment must be an overachievement,
And every second used for the quest
 
If I dive in a race,
I might cut up my face,
But I’m crossing first with this burst.
I’m the ace with the faster pace.
 
I’m keeping pride in a loss.
Next time I’ll be the boss.
I’ll recover and make you suffer,
Because next time we meet, I’ll win the toss
 
I focus on the upcoming bend,
My foes cannot contend,
No stints during wind sprints,
Too bad practice is about to end.
 
If sports didn’t exist,
I’d probably take out my anger with my fist.
Out of control, hazy and crazy,
On the most wanted list.
 
Sports has been my savior,
As well as the mutant they call Xavier.
They have given me goals out of holes.
Sounds funny but they changed my behavior.

“My Pet Peeve”
 
She’s the main reason I don’t get my homework done,
Bringing her troubles to me, her honey bun.
She won’t leave me alone to be who I am,
Sending hundreds of photos from her cell phone cam.
She tells me she’ll love me forever,
And I know it ain’t true, so I tell her whatever.
 
You said you were mine and I was yours,
But I caught your lips on his indoors.
You say you two were just friends,
Then why were hands on rear-ends?
The rumors I heard, I’m starting to believe,
You tell me you tell the truth but you deceive.
It’s your fault for destroying my trust.
The love I once gave is now combust.
Were you so blind that you couldn’t see,
The pain of the cavity you kept digging in me?
 
I should never have gone up to her and said hi.
Ever since, our “relationship’s” been a lie.
I’ve tried cutting her off many times,
Then sooner or later the doorbell chimes.
I can’t tell her to get off my back,
Cuz I’m sorry for her, even if she is a yak.
So what, if she’s got my name on her hip.
All she does is give me more lip.
Now she’s going out with a junior,
For her, he beat up a senior.

For once, just shut up and listen,
I ain’t helping your boyfriend in prison.
He’s in there cuz of you,
I’m tired of finding solutions for problems you can do.
Yea I’ve seen you crying,
You said it was his fault the rubber went flying.
Your head buried in my chest,
Your tears fell to no rest,
Right then and there, I knew we were over,
Watching you suffer from your dizzy hangover.
I used to have a soft spot for pretty brunettes,
But now I have my deepest regrets,
Or did you really expect me to believe those were natural highlights?
One day they were blonde then red, you know that really bites,
The fact you didn’t even want to be who you are,
Like someone who would supe up their POS car.
Your splendor outside is one big fat lie.
It’s not doing me any good, so goodbye.
When I see your face,
I see disgrace,
A mask of make-up like the frosting on a double fudge cake.  You’re afraid to show your translucent beauty like a natural lake,
So smooth and so clear,
Something you couldn’t bare.
Don’t always need to depend on someone for help,
Like the water don’t need the lime green kelp.
Stand up for yourself.
Stop acting deaf.
Listen to your soul.
Not your beauty mole.
I tell you only because the love we once had I’ll never forget,
The tingle and the warm sensation like a Mach3 Gillette.
Never before was I touched like this,
Now the love in my heart will run abyss.
My compassion becomes a refrigerator, turns cold, and shuts,
Until it’s opened and warmed by someone who has sats

Sat - pronounced “sut” = truth - the reality of what exists
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