i have one blood sister. i have one blood mother. i have one blood father. about 7 years ago, i was fortunate enough to meet someone who would impact my life in a way i never imagined. high school. finding myself. he was there. college. failing my first class ever. losing my scholarship. changing my major. learning who i am. he was there. we were best friends and we were brothers… he was my brother. creative, talented, focused, driven. he was there for the nickname “truth.” he was there for the book development. he was there for the birth of “truth.revisited.” he was there. we were just laughing before we were about to work out, along with my other brother, another talented, creative soul. we jogged. he stopped. he fell….fast forward a couple hours. “i’m sorry but…”

countless tears. this man has helped me in ways he didn’t even know and he told me *i* was wise…countless tears. standing on the edge of a mental breakdown at least twice. texts. calls. tweets. facebook messages. “what happened to him?” “are you ok?” “is there anything i can do?” he died. no. can you bring him back?…then no. but thank you. my heart hurts. i feel like a part of me died with him. he was just laughing…now he’s motionless on the table with a tube in his throat and his workout clothes on and those old white sneakers. we were just planning what we were going to do this weekend…now he’s being examined by doctors and whoever the hell takes care of autopsies.

everyone is saying be strong. everyone is saying don’t mope. everyone is saying things they can’t even believe so believe me, i don’t believe you. i’m angry. i’m hurt. i’m sad. i’m lonely. i miss my brother. no other person on this planet can replace him. an inspiration to do better, a good listener, a good confidant, a best friend, a good tutor, a good brother…gone. and you tell me i can’t mope? i have the right to. and i will until i feel better. i was with him. my other brother was with him. we spent those last moments together and his face is etched in my memory. honestly…i love him. that’s my brother. we had plans and goals and dreams and he was reaching his…working so diligently…

it hasn’t fully set in. i know it hasn’t. and i know it will get worse before it gets better. in about 2 hours, it will be 24 hours since he collapsed, setting this spiral…in about 3.5 hours, it will 24 hours since the doctor told us they did all they could do…i have these…short gasps when i realize it…they say breathe, breathe, breathe. be strong, be strong, be strong. i know.

he died last night. my best friend. my brother. he died last night. God is in control. i know that…but it still hurts.

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My faith is stronger than my fears. Sometimes the best poetry is the most simple.
-Dominic Antoine Thomas

God has led me to accomplish 2 of my major goals before turning 21. I have established that the sky is not the limit, but merely the minimum and I thank God for everything. And I mean everything.

Mr. Terrance Williams, a good friend of mine, recently reviewed “Letters from the Editor.” here’s part of his review:

…Mr. Thomas has published a book of poetry which I have just had the pleasure of reading, and strictly from an artist perspective, it is an amazing piece of work. I definitely give this book two thumbs up.

…At the completion of each poem, the reader is left with the question of ‘whats next’, a characteristic which makes for the best novels, thrillers, and horror stories. Thomas however, has done it with his poems…
-Terrance Williams, LoverDreamerWriter & The Terrance Williams Experience

read the rest of the review -> here. i’m definitely honored…it feels good when other people, especially other artists, enjoy your work…wow.