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I love youI know I've said this
Many times before
But hunny I'm so in love with you
Those are the words
I will never grow tired of telling you
When I cry at night
So scared and alone
I just think about you
Then I'm alright
'Cause I know that if
You were really here
You'd wrap me in your arms
And keep me safe
You're the only one I want
The only one that I'll ever need.
I hope you know
Just how much you mean to me
Our love is strong
We can survive anything
I know you'll be there
For the better and worse
You prove that to me
By the way you talk
When I dream about a better life
You're always there
Right by my side
And you never leave
And yes I spend my time
Writing sappy love songs
But what's so wrong
It's the way I feel
Boy, you're the one I love
And I always will
Every day and every hour
I'm thinking about you
You're on my mind
And in my heart
And baby you know
That my word is true
My day at the ER (true story)Just another normal, boring day at school right? Even worse 'cause it's a Monday, which means there's a long week ahead and I really wasn't looking forward to any of it. No, there really wasn't anything normal about this day. First it started off waking up in a house that I didn't live in. I was staying at a "safe house" and my life was (still kinda is) in the hands of the government and child protective services. Other than not being in my own home, the morning was basically normal. Also it was uniform day for ROTC because we had a special visitor that day and we were aiming to impress him so all the cadets, including me, had to wear their Service Dress Uniform (SDU). I didn't feel to well physically that day though, but I just brushed it off thinking that it was just stress getting to me and that it would pass when I woke up all the way. But as the day went on it didn't go away. I went to lunch and just ignored the weird feelings and the slight pain in my stomach and just hung out wi
BalanceWhat would happen
When an angel dies
A mass chaos
Or nothing at all
But that's not true
Angels will never die
Even the living angels
A new born baby
A WW2 veteran
Angels surround us
But not many understand
Every day we see them
And they never die
Their energy just spreads
That's where it goes
Their energy surrounds us
It fills the universe
It fills the void
Energy makes matter move
Energy is anima
Anima is the soul
Anima means movement
What about the dark angels
The tortured souls
They are necessary
They are the balance
Do they cry forever
Or can they find peace
They are the opposite
Opposites explain everything
When a balance is reached
There is no more need
For dark or light angels
Heaven and hell
Are the same thing
States of mind
Energy and opposite
Do we ever know
If it even exists
We can only infer they do
There is no proof
Its just like love
We just know it's there
Just like this
Proof is evidence
Only idiots need it
Everything above proof
Is intelligence or faith
Things just nee
MemoryDo you see it
Can you feel it
We are connected
This is perfection
Creative beings create
Save the memory
For an eternity
Give them life
Write it down
Shape the ideas
Make a poem
Give it a form
Its the meaning
Of life itself
That GirlThat girl with tears in her eyes
Sitting in the back of the room
Just watching life pass her by
That girl with her head hung low
Always keeping to herself
And not letting anyone in
That girl holding her doll close to her chest
Whispering in its ear
That it'll be alright
That girl dressed in black
Chains around her neck
And the devils cross
That girl who carries a knife
Not to look tough
But it could save her life
That girl with the small black notebook
Writing down her life
And things she could never say
That girl crying late at night
Remembering the past
Afraid of the future
That girl passed out in the bathroom
Drugs taking control
Until she ends up dead
That girl without a care
Slits her wrists
Then plays in the blood
That girl tied down to a strangers bed
Crying out for help
But daddy never comes
My hellDreams of fire and mass destruction
Run through my subconscious mind
Every cold, dark, miserable night
I watch the angels bleed from my knife
I want to see the pain
I want to hear the screams
Surrounding me as I walk the path
The path that leads, to never-ending death
Let the air be filled with a thick smoke
That seeps from the pores of the earth
Wind so cold, it freezes the tears
Cooled by the ice of my heart
I stand at the top of a mountain
And watch the world burn down
Hand in hand with the devil next to me
Nobody can escape the hell I've created
Zombie Squirrel RPFoster: *Poke!*
Me: *pokes back*
Foster: *brings out baseball bat*
Me: *stares questioningly*
Foster: *runs after waving the bat threateningly*
Me: *runs and hides underneath the bed*
Foster: *reached under bed and poke with bat*
Me: *hisses and scratches at the bat*
Foster: *lights bat on fire*
Me: *screeches and runs out from under the bed*
Foster: Wheeeeee! *chases*
Me: *grabs a knife and runs up a tree*
Foster: *piles leaves at bottom of tree and torches it*
Me: *jumps outta tree and runs to a dark ally*
Foster: *bat burns down to the point it scalds my hand* MOTHER TRUCKER!
Me: *snickers softly*
Foster: *tosses rock at you*
Me: Yikes!! *was bruised by rock*
Foster: Victory is at hand! *tosses a sponge disguised as a rock*
Me: *jumps away not letting it hit me this time*
Foster: *points over your shoulder in a vague direction* Look! A zombie squirrel!
Me: *growling at sponge-rock is interrupted* SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!
Me: *is taken by surprise and tries to get away*
ShiftingKill me slowly
Let me bleed
With the devil around my neck
And an empty soul
There is nothing left
But the taste of death
My addictionYou think I have no idea
But I do understand what happening
Its pure addiction
An addiction I have created
I suffer through the pain
Yes I have no plan on quitting
If anything at all, I want more
I never wish for it to end
I let it take all control
Some days, its my slice of heaven
And it helps me heal inside
Other days, it eats away at my flesh
And it keeps me up at night
Now I stand alone at the bottom
Of the hole I threw myself into
The cravings are to much to avoid
I cannot hide my lust for it
All innocence is burned away
Words start forming in my mind
And filling the hole where I stand
Until the pressure is to much to handle
Until I can no longer breath
But I still continue writing
As inspiration starts a flood
Drowning myself in words
Creating my own death
I AmI am single,
but I am loved.
I am not a genius,
but I am intelligent.
I am not breathtaking,
but I have beauty.
I am not a saint,
but I am kind.
To the world,
I am not perfect.
But for someone,
Don't pick a fight with an Artist
Don't pick a fight with an artist
Wanna fight pussy?
Give me yar best shot
Or will you throw a paintbrush at me?
I'm so scared- not
Excuse me? What did you say?
What is a punch you ask?
Of course let me tell you:
A blow with the fist- it's quite a simple task
Are y' gonna cwyyy?
I dunno what you just said
Why don't you let me show you?
I'll f****** punch you and then- boom- you're dead!?
Pardon? What did you ask?
You need a clearer definition?
Of course, let me show you
I'll demonstrate- with out your permission
Ouch! Hey no fair
Dude you are so gay
You write poetry
I'll make you f****** pay!
Discúlpeme? What did you mutter?
I'm gay? Is that what you said?
Perhaps you need some assistance, let me help
I'll be gentle I promise- I did need new ink! In the colour red<
All Her Little ThingsStop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from..
Stop demanding her to do things,
Things she can't accomplish,
Things she can't imagine being done...
Stop lying to her,
Telling her you love her,
Want her, need her...
When all you've ever done is make her want to
Stop hating her for the littlest things.
The things she can't prevent,
The things she can't save herself from...
When those little things you've done
Take her down...
The little things won't matter anymore.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lips
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
you've been dead for a year, my deari met you on december 21st,
the longest night of the year.
you had solstice eyes: cold, dark, alluring.
i knew you were not meant to last,
powerful as a gale but fragile as
the tulip stems you snapped,
a sickening cycle of you,
an overwhelming tidal wave.
they say two wrongs will never make a right,
but i made so many bad choices that
i wound up back where I began.
it was too easy to love you,
but getting you to love me back was impossible.
i clawed at your chest until I struck blood,
until my nails split into shards.
you were born a phantom,
and i, your corpse.
holding onto you felt like drowning in quicksand;
i fought but always sank into your arms.
i breathed in dirt, breathed in dust, and
found my organs choked with you,
smothered by your existence.
you sucked out my breath
every time i kissed you.
i died every day with your hand
knotted in my hair.
You left on june 21st,
the longest day of the year.
i bit down sorrow and deconstructed
the labyrinth within me,
the one you hadn't th
Mirror, MirrorMirror, mirror, on the wall,
Watch it crumble, break and fall.
Look at all the bloody glass,
How it reminds them of a severed past.
Watch a reflection slowly disappear,
Looking at all the shattered, crushed mirrors.
A breathless state of mind goes by,
Am I just alive or did I die?
Confused and in an awe,
Careless people unknown to what one saw.
Throat slit so one can't be unlocked,
Too bad the thoughts have become blocked.
Crimson splatters, dripping, breaking away,
Thou shall not know the feeling of all the pain.
Oh, Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why did you crumble, break and fall?
Eye of the StormI believed I could make the wind blow,
and force the moon to shine at night,
create rainbows just by thinking,
and hold tea parties for fairies in July,
I was the queen of my own graceful lands.
Yet, I grew old and realized,
I am the kind of girl who'd trip and fall,
often for stepping on her own feet.
My crown of diamond and gold
now a rusted piece of bronze,
I lost my throne to treason, my kingdom to hate,
I became the eye of a hurricane,
loaded with mishaps I need to atone.
I felt the soft touches of angels,
and lost my own wings to demons who could crush stone.
Felt the scorching tears run so often,
I knew I must have hit bottom low.
I had nothing holy, no one to call dear,
but here I am, the starting point of my own storm.
I felt fear, clung to shadows,
encased my heart within marble walls,
and threw the keys that can unlock my soul.
So many chances I've lost with no love to seek,
and so many people I turned my back to.
I let the darkness gnaw through my bones.
A stranger walked up to me today...A man walked up to me and asked me for a cigarette… I told him I didn't smoke anymore, and he asked me why? ––I answered "because the person I used to smoke with, isn't around anymore", and he replied…"that's why I smoke."
A woman walked up to me and asked me for drugs, I replied "I have several in store…his eyes, his smile, his hands"…she whispered, "that's not a drug"…and I laughed as I said.. "if only you knew."
A child walked up to me today and asked me to play a game, I told them I was too tired to play games, i'd been playing for years, they replied…"then you must be a pro!", to which I said "yes…a pro at losing."
An old woman stared at me today, and I asked her…"is something wrong?" she answered "I was about to ask you the same question."
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Wander to nowhereA ghostly walk on the autumnal pavement
Even my own shadow is gleaming more
Than the empty shell of my body.
As I keep wandering, on this endless pit
Picky starving crows are looking down on me
The leftovers of my thoughts order me to die out.
This path of glory I've kept away from, it might be gone.
My dignity and pride, where have you fled?
I'm searching for the graveyard of redemption
Where my promises are all buried
Shot down by my deceit's gun.
Will you ever forgive me?
As I'm standing there, the icy silence blows ;
As time goes by, the ruthless mutism of yours
Reckons that time for forgiveness hasn't come yet.
With only four wordsTake a look inside
Deep into my eyes
You may not like
What you will find
But it's the truth
It's who I am
I've gone through puberty
And I have changed
You have been there
You've seen it all
So why are you
Still blind with me
I've told the truth
And put uup warningd
Yet, you have ignored
All I have said
So then I cut
And bleed for you
Now you can see
I'm not a baby
Oh mother dear
Why don't you love
Who I am today
Now that I've changed
And you have finnaly
Opened your blind eyes
And I have confessed
With only four words
LithiumA single trickling rain drop
Like gossamer silk strands
Gliding along my third eye
Whispers wind's secret caress
I exhale. Lungs releasing-
Pressing translucent memories;
Fragment of a fragment
As water kisses rose petal,
Drifting down stream's curtain
Pretty little curtain.
Where the wizard lies.
He smiles up at me
With his monocled brow-
Sipping on warm tea
And fingers quacking casually
To the rhythm of his notes
This is a safe-zone. Free-zone.
Innocent eyes sparkle,
Imploring it to be true. I breathe.
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