but still
so many people
around you.
tu hide,
tu run,
tu don't want
them to see you.
Wrapped por fear
tu can not escape.
tu hide,
tu run,
tu don't want them
to see you.
Your thoughts
are the only thing
tu can hear
clearly,
preguntas everywhere,
tu don't want
to be there.
tu hide,
tu run,
tu don't want them
to see you.
Life
still holds you,
but tu feel dead.
Prayer!
Is it all
that is left?
It soothes you,
that moment
of silence.
tu hide,
tu run,
tu don't want them
to see you.
frozen tears,
soul filled of toss,
darkness stains
your mind,
makes tu go insane.
tu hide,
tu run,
tu don't want them
to see you.
I may only be One Voice,
But my One Voice is important because without my One Voice we could never have one million Voices.
my one Voice stands for ME.
what I think.
what I believe in.
and who I am.
My Voice is unique
But so is every other Voice
and every Voice is important*
So let your Voice be heard, be One in a million Voices
*not part of the original poem:
Important because millions of voices can create a defaning roar.
These black tears are the unshed blood from the wounds tu left me
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
tu left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken tu from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made tu leave, o why, but I do know this,
That if tu could, tu would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as tu are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting tu to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
tu were and ángel when tu were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find tu again
When we find our way to the light
Not scars that healed, but fresh wounds that still bleed
tu left my very soul in tatters, never mind my heart
But that someone who had taken tu from me, had to take that too, and rip it apart
I don’t know who made tu leave, o why, but I do know this,
That if tu could, tu would relive all the happy memories with me that I now have to miss
Now just as tu are, the happy times are a ghost, a whisper in the wind
It feels like no matter how things turn out for me, this sadness that came over me will never end
It’s also selfish, wanting tu to be here with me
You’re healed of sickness and pain, happy now with your other family
tu were and ángel when tu were here
Now you’re just a different kind
One that will be our guardian until we can find tu again
When we find our way to the light
The years have passed
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The césped, hierba neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may kiss the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to mover on
is as painful as letting go
My corazón goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow o the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
The moments flown by
Yet I still find myself here
starting to cry
The césped, hierba neatly trimmed
and the tombstone shines
Flowers' scents intoxicating
mixed with that of the pines
Dirt and mud disappeared
from your resting place
Finally I may kiss the ground
without having a mess of my face
There are other survivors
traveling this lonely road
Trying to mover on
is as painful as letting go
My corazón goes out to those
missing someone right now
Sometimes it's too hard living
When we forget how
But we share this common bond
Me and you
We keep catching and releasing
Not taking the same chances we used to
Different are the circumstances
but the results remain the same
Death showed a higher hand
and won the biggest pot in the game
But we must share with each other
We must not sink below the sorrow o the guilt
We must not reach ground zero
Else our lives won't be rebuilt
your smile brightens up the world
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
tu make me laugh
and thought of losing tu made me cry
your corazón is as deep as ocean
tu are calm in sticky situations
tu are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
tu can see my pain through my eyes
it's tu that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
tu are the rayo, ray of light in the darkest night
tu gave me new hope of life
tu are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget tu and your friendship
we might fall apart but
tu will hold my corazón forever
the times we had are precious jam
tu like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
your eyes are magical
your tears are precious
tu make me laugh
and thought of losing tu made me cry
your corazón is as deep as ocean
tu are calm in sticky situations
tu are the one who sings our song
yours words are an inspiration for me
tu can see my pain through my eyes
it's tu that makes me smile in
the hardest part of my life
tu are the rayo, ray of light in the darkest night
tu gave me new hope of life
tu are always there for me
we have to different ways
but i will never forget tu and your friendship
we might fall apart but
tu will hold my corazón forever
the times we had are precious jam
tu like me for who i m so
i dont have to be any body else
your friendship is the most beautiful thing
on this planet after you
The end of the summer is here again.
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
I feel the same melancholy I have felt
since I first knew summers ended –
the melancholy of the crickets’ valiant singing
in the early coming dusk,
the melancholy of the boy who soon must return to school –
the melancholy of the summer’s end.
I wish that I could be again
eleven years old in the backyard
watching the night come early
and feeling the change in the leaves
the crickets can’t sing away.
I wish I had to go back to school –
so I could be eleven years old again and dread it.
Why must I like the crickets grow old?
Why must I like the summer end?
