He's looking at me and smiling, obviously oblivious to what’s inside of me.
I smile back but I’m looking at his lips and thinking about how I would pry them apart with my own, only to spit poison down his throat just when he starts to think he’s safe.
My lips would still be on his even as his tongue stopped responding to mine. I would pull away and place my hand on his cheek as if pushing the color out of them, as if the poison is a snake sliding through his veins under my command. I would watch his eyes lock on mine as his body became limp in my arms. I would stare at the paleness and translucence of his skin and I would feel nothing; I would leave him empty open-eyed body in the césped, hierba among a field of daisies, romantically destroyed but destroyed nonetheless.
He’s looking at me and smiling and he doesn’t know I destroy everything I touch. I may look like flores and smell like summer but the taste in your mouth isn’t pennies but blood.
My eyes are Medusa and the people I see crumble into stone.
He’s looking at me and even though I’m smiling back I turn away from him and my feet are moving but I don’t feel like the Earth is holding me up the way it’s supposed to because I’m sinking through the cement to the Hades below.
As I fall I close my eyes to stop my sight and what I’m confronted with is the blackness of my own inner eyelids.
I taste the copper of blood and I feel the color leaving my cheeks and nothing is in front of me but he is behind me and I guess
it’s better to destroy yourself than someone else
I smile back but I’m looking at his lips and thinking about how I would pry them apart with my own, only to spit poison down his throat just when he starts to think he’s safe.
My lips would still be on his even as his tongue stopped responding to mine. I would pull away and place my hand on his cheek as if pushing the color out of them, as if the poison is a snake sliding through his veins under my command. I would watch his eyes lock on mine as his body became limp in my arms. I would stare at the paleness and translucence of his skin and I would feel nothing; I would leave him empty open-eyed body in the césped, hierba among a field of daisies, romantically destroyed but destroyed nonetheless.
He’s looking at me and smiling and he doesn’t know I destroy everything I touch. I may look like flores and smell like summer but the taste in your mouth isn’t pennies but blood.
My eyes are Medusa and the people I see crumble into stone.
He’s looking at me and even though I’m smiling back I turn away from him and my feet are moving but I don’t feel like the Earth is holding me up the way it’s supposed to because I’m sinking through the cement to the Hades below.
As I fall I close my eyes to stop my sight and what I’m confronted with is the blackness of my own inner eyelids.
I taste the copper of blood and I feel the color leaving my cheeks and nothing is in front of me but he is behind me and I guess
it’s better to destroy yourself than someone else
hola Mom,
It's been a while
Since tu sat siguiente to me,
Since I saw tu smile
I miss tu Mom
I wish tu were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see tu Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my corazón in two
I'll always remember Mom,
tu taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling tu Mom
Losing tu killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what tu were Mom,
Strong.
In everything tu said
In everything tu did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
It's been a while
Since tu sat siguiente to me,
Since I saw tu smile
I miss tu Mom
I wish tu were here
Giving me kisses
Holding me near
I can still see tu Mom,
the laughing happy you
Not the ill broken women
Who broke my corazón in two
I'll always remember Mom,
tu taught me well
To do good things,
And with Honesty tell
I'm telling tu Mom
Losing tu killed me
Laying a rose on your casket
Trying hard to be
Strong.
That's what tu were Mom,
Strong.
In everything tu said
In everything tu did
So now I'll be just that
Strong like a mother, not like a kid
I wrote this in honor of any child who has ever lost a parent.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the segundos of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But tu should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do tu do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three más seconds, gone, like that,
Did tu use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these segundos in hell.
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Tick, tick, tick
That sound, constant in my head,
A sound that haunts every mind,
A sound that brings fear,
A clock,
Ticking the segundos of your life away,
Making life shorter and shorter with every tick,
Drawing death nearer and nearer,
But tu should not live in fear,
For life is too short for such a thing,
Some people waste these precious seconds,
Others treasure them, making sure that no tick is wasted,
The clock ticks on,
But as this sound is registered,
What do tu do?
Tick, tick, tick
Three más seconds, gone, like that,
Did tu use them well?
Live life,
For life is too short to spend these segundos in hell.
His Melody
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the colina
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
To quiet the tears
She sings him to sleep
When the morning has dawned
He can’t be roused from a rest so deep
She sings him to sleep
Night after night
And when he does not awaken
Her will to go on grows slight
She sits and waits while he’s away
She remembers his laugh and smile
Oh what a joy to see his joy
She lifts up a prayer “May I see him in a short while?”
She sits at the window and waits
The sun sets slowly behind the colina
The others say hello but she doesn’t hear
She is waiting to make the tears still
The time has come she cannot wait
She sets out to see her boy
To stop the tears
To bring him joy
But the tears she stills are not his
They fall from her eyes
She sings his lullaby again tonight
As she kisses the stone and her son good bye
Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die emo perra die, bitchy whore. That last comentario doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first kiss and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it dicho rosas are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if tu want I'll tell them to can it, all because I amor tu Janet. I don't know who wrote tu amor poem rhyme thing but I amor tu too!
Is It True tu Lie?
Is It True tu Hate Me?
Is It True tu Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True tu Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True tu Like Me Crying?
Is It True tu Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True tu Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True tu Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True tu Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True tu Let Me Call tu My True Bestfriend When tu Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True tu Hate Me?
Is It True tu Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True tu Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True tu Like Me Crying?
Is It True tu Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True tu Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True tu Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True tu Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True tu Let Me Call tu My True Bestfriend When tu Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were fuego red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why tu are
mad at me.
Why tu shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why tu are mad.
Why do tu have to do
what tu do to me?
Why does it give tu
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant tu tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why tu are
mad at me.
Why tu shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why tu are mad.
Why do tu have to do
what tu do to me?
Why does it give tu
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my friends take action?
Why cant tu tell me WHY?
