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That Girl UnnamedSuch a forbidden word are you,
Never to be read, never to be
Spoken by the likes of I,
For I would not deserve such beauty anyways.
Such the sweetest sound are you,
Soft spoken and warm hearted,
Words tinted with underlined
Character and majesty.
Such a unique taste you must bring
To life, having filled anyone
Who lays eyes upon you with unexplainable
Wonder as longing tugs at my heart.
Such a mystery are you,
Red blushed and joyous on the surface,
But I can see the storm of tears
Building within you, and the rainbow
SonderAh, what a realization
Not many of us ever
Come to entirely experience,
Weep! So sad, so painful
To simply think all those
Lost and lonely souls
In the world,
All those broken hearted,
Dizzy dreamers and stunned
Star gazers will never see
How important they are
To the story of everything,
The story of the world,
Even if they are simply a
Glanced at for only a moment,
Ah, but surely written in
Ink, surely never forgotten
By the pages this world is
Writing, never lost
In a library we call life.
Toxic DreamSh, my Darling,
Slip on your mask,
Protect yourself from the poisons
Of the world,
The world we,
Constructors of such a thing
Have reduced to rubble
Just the same,
If you find your eyelids
Feel heavy and your
Drift away from this
Wasteland in the
Comfort of my arms,
And find a better tomorrow.
I Want To Go Back To The DaysI want to go back to the days
Where we held hands on the porch,
The shadow whisps of fresh brewed tea
Rising to the moment,
Just as we always tried to grasp.
I want to go back to the days
Where you sat on my lap,
Ink and notebook in hand,
A thought on your mind and
A desire to create.
I want to go back to the days
Where I held your face in my hands,
Gazed past your glossy eyes
Into what you held so deep inside,
Scared of what I might think.
I want to go back to the days
Where you whispered my name
With such an intoxicating grace,
One of which you no longer speak,
Only to be heard in memory.
I want to go back to the days
When we were together,
And I didn't need to kneal to the cold
Earth that your grave was rooted in
To give you flowers.
The Harmony Of The CricketsThe sky is dark, oh, dark as
The hole that used to be my heart
Before you filled it,
Your love and patience softer than the
Rustling of the wind through the leaves of the trees,
The crackle of the fallen on the ground beneath,
Where it will always stay,
A new trust you've restored in me.
The glimmers of the river that cuts
Through the thick wood,
Oh as bright as the glimmers of your eyes
When they meet mine,
And the press of your body closer to mine
As the chill of the wind threatens
And the crickets chirp,
Sing and boast their incoherent tunes,
Whistled only to the ears of nighttime lovers,
Who live their lives in the black of
The dusk, the comfort of invisibility,
And dream in the burning sun of the day.
UntitledYour eyes, oh!
How I ponder what a sensation it’d be to
Lock them with mine,
If our gazes would slide into place, fit, together.
How our hands would met,
Our fingers intertwining tight enough to feel each pump of
Life, knowing that flow is only because of each other,
Holding one another above the darkness that’s threatened
To drown us forever more.
Perhaps you don’t entirely believe me when I say it,
But I truly must declare my love for you,
Stronger than one I have known for years that have passed.
Towering above all before it.
Oh! Yes, my love, though, I must admit,
Our situation is intricate to say the least,
But such an admiration, such a fondness I have developed for you
Perhaps may just conquer any obstacle it runs into.
The Softest WhispersIt seems to me that you do not know
How dearly joyous you make my heart,
For you are its only reason to go on beating,
Its only reason to keep me alive.
You are the fuel that drives my passion,
The air that fills my lungs,
The love that lingers among us all.
With you, all those songs in the background
Make sense, all those glances across the room
Make the meaning of the world fall into my view.
But oh, how sad it is
That you do not know how
Lovely you are,
And how I’d long for you to lay in my arms.
For HeavenFrom the very moment I saw you,
Dashing up beside me with a grin sketched on your face,
I knew that you were different.
Such a person had secrets,
Secrets that were deep and oh so painstakingly unbearable
Behind that smile you wore, and oh, how I longed
And hoped that I was wrong.
As right as I was,
As deep as your secrets were,
As faded as that lovely smile had grown,
You were still different. So greatly
Different from all the others before you.
You listened. You stayed.
You are the kind of person that people look
To the sky, blinded by tears and agony, and hope
Exists. How lucky I am to have found that person
So many right now, at this very moment, are
Wishing they could have the honor to simply know
That you exist.
You give hope to the hopeless,
Rid of the fear that helps fuel the fire
That will ever so soon consume this world,
And restore the life in those no longer wanting to live.
Oh, but how sadly do you go so
Unnoticed, so unknown and ignored.
That is somethin
Who Tore The Angel's Wings?It was a night as black as the mind of the world,
The clouds cried and the sky screamed,
Heard by all and understood by all who
Did not fear it.
Her hair was soaked and matted,
Her sneakers dangling over the edge of the
Nothingness below her.
One more breath,
One more breath and she’d do it.
One more breath so she’d have to breathe no more.
And without a kiss goodnight,
And not one more single thought in her mind,
She leaned forward, ever so slightly, and let
The Earth pull her down at an alarming rate,
Back to where she started, and where she’d end.
She did not scream, she did flail.
The sharp nip of the autumn wind
And the tears of the heavens seemed comforting
On her cheek as the world moved past in one final blur.
Oh, how the black gowns and smeared mascara
Filled the rest of the following days,
And how unfortunate her angel’s wings had been torn
And he had not been there to catch her
Like he had done so many times before.
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.
Her EyesEverything that has
Ever been so perfectly exciting in my life,
And all its sure enough flaws.
All the beauty of everything
Tangible and abstract,
And the ugly black core they posess.
Every love and hate
Song that plays is bittersweet
In the burning impression
Of the deepest recesses of
Where, of course,
Her eyes observe me,
What I was, and will become.
Her eyes, buried deep in me,
They whisper softly,
Harsh words of rememberance,
"What if", or "Why didn't you..."
But, perhaps I desrve it,
I let her go,
I let that final glance occur,
I let her eyes stay with
Me, for they said everything
Neither her nor I could ever
Dare to say.
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