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Aya Mendoza May 2010
"Speak up, be heard. If you don't say a word, everything will stay the same way."
(via My Sister)

And thus my voice shall never fail.
For I will speak so loud the Earth will shake.
No trend will ever shape me nor someone make me.  
I am who I am not because of someone.
I’ll thrive in the unknown
And there I will battle myself
'Til I finally know who I am
And now have courage to declare it.
This is just random. Really. I was just feeling so Mad due to all the "COPYCATS" in the World. And when I saw this I just let it all out. In fact I just edited some spellings for in my hurry I had them wrong :))
Aya Mendoza Mar 2010
Step outside your door
Every once in a while
Do not be held prison
In your house with guile

To live is to feel
And experience what is real
Go ahead and open the door
Be ready to meet more
Than you think there is to life

Meet the yellow glowing sun
With its glory now shines
See the creatures hanging aloft
The sky so blue and endless
Have a taste of color of life
That's  limitless

Feel the breeze that's blowing
Whispering secrets into you ear
Let yourself be carried
And in a voice that's loud and clear
Shout to the world that you are there
With no fear to live and feel
Enjoy as the wind caresses you with love

Let your feet be bare
Feel the ticklish grass beneath
Feel the sand and dust that stick
Feel the hot pavements of the street
Let your feet rejoice so cheerily
Now out of the shoes
that cover joy

Hear the sounds around you
Close your eyes and listen
To the birds of morning that chirp
With their nests on sides of mountains
Hear the dancing of the trees
Hear them clapping their green leaves
Hear the swaying of bamboo
Listen carefully to what's around you

Hear the laugh of the children
The roaring sounds of cars
The endless talk of people
On the roads as they walk home

And as the sun goes down
Twilight comes to town
Though the day's ending
Wear no frown
Watch the stars above and see
The moon and figures present

No it's not the end
There is more to life tomorrow
Once you step outside again
Free
Aya Mendoza Mar 2010
An urge to leave
An urge to sink
Humiliation no mind can weave
Something I can not write in Ink

Something deep
Beyond myself
I can not keep
In these small shelves
My heart contains
No other thing
But the though of things that sting
That plunge and stab my very heart
This  thing I knew from the very start
This is really random. I just wrote this once during a few minutes before school.
Aya Mendoza Mar 2010
As the moon seeks through the light
As darkness, **** my laughter
Never opened my door to something new
And everything’s disasters.
I wish to learn from my mistakes
To know what to keep and not to take
I wish I knew just what to do
But nobody’s perfect neither you nor me.
A probably Corny Poem I wrote in 4th Grade.
Aya Mendoza Mar 2010
In dark times, when hope seems to hide
When evil things scatter, while children cried

These days that I wander
Such strife made me wonder
What do I need to uncover
To cross that precious border?

A border, a wall indestructible and tall
Which separate two worlds
Of sorrows and joy

As I stroll around this place
Filled with doppelgangers of true joys
Inside me is a battle of two great things
One is fear and one’s unknown to me sinks



What do I need to have?
A thing so reachable yet distant to me
A thing that would make me stand and not flee
A voice loud and clear
One that says I am not weak
One that tells me I will rule over my fears
One that says I can handle despair

What do I need to have?
To know that I may see through a life in this place
With much strength and courage
To cross that precious border of sorrow and joy
To cover life’s battle road,
An anguished mileage
Something I wrote for our Creative writing Class back in 5th Grade.
Aya Mendoza Mar 2010
Why are you so Intimidated?

Or Am I the one who is
Intimidated
with what you do
what you think
and what you please?

You brag your little works
You brag it all the time
And when I tell you mine
you try to surpass each one

3 months for me
4 months for you

few days for me
a whole week for you

can we try to start things over?
do them with little bragging
for I do want to be friends
don't let this question hanging.
This is NOTHING! Just wanted to write about something I feel towards SOMEONE.
Aya Mendoza Mar 2010
Here I live unspoken
Nothing they say I bring
To their eyes, my limbs are broken
But a gift in me shall spring
With their eyes blinded by pride
With their ears covered by rumors
With their skin completely numb
My gift shall peak in silence
So here, I live unspoken
With nothing, they say I bring
To their eyes my limbs, once more, broken
But a gift in me shall spring

— The End —