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I never thought once
That before making mistakes,
I would regret first.
Hello! This is the first piece in my new poem collection called "REBEL".
There will be 50 pieces of writings in it including prose and essays.
I will try to upload 1-2 writings everyday. I hope you find it relatable and entertaining at the same time. 😊

REBEL, Copyright © 2020
Sam N. de la Rosa
All Rights Reserved.
sandra wyllie
in December? Naked and
bare. No colors at all. Stripped of
everything. No one making their home
on your branches. No one climbing
your trunk. Cutting you into logs
to warm their ranches?

Do you want to be the trees
in June? Green! Green! Green! With
babies chirping away. Providing shade
on a lazy day?

Do you want to be the trees
in October in bright, bold colors? A
work of art, raining orange, red,
and gold. Creating a delicate quilt
that unfolds?
I love you
but no i hate you
cuz i am you, your confusing
but maybe we could add some more color?
i don't know maybe some more um yellow?
it seems that it'll be a cause of distraction
from all the blackness you've tried to cover up with
happiness but that happiness is fake all just a form of your
imagination but of course the world is mine right?
why can't i have the one thing i want the most?
Merope Angel
I send out my words like soldiers
Going to war
Ishq ka ehsaas tab hua,
Jab apne dil ke tootne
Se zyada,
Tumhare dil ki fikr hui!
Left Foot Poet
as our letters age

my twenty six best friends gather round a winter fire,
a Valentine’s Day retreat from the bones internal chilly yellowing,
we’ve been together from the Day One beginning, a life of
commencing conception, deception, immaculate and messy mixing

practicing fumbling, making and breaking the conventional,
we arrange and rearrange our unique ordering, overlapping
with your version, cousin, so we communicate, but uniquely ours,
individualist letters, witnesses, markers, word~children, born, lost

soon seventy will come, and a party, a literary review to be held,
mourning the works uncompleted, toasting the few that satisfied,
acknowledging the collaboration of all the twenty six with
special guests,
an aging five senses
that were the kindling that the sparked them into action

oh my dear ones, my best friends, your knew me too well,
my best, worst,
my progeny, blood of my blood, voice of my guts,
consoling friends, who
brooked my self-deceptions, yet denounced them when over-the-topping,
comforters of our mutual ashes buried in one casket,
our final poem, at last...

Sat. Feb 22, 2020
you will be invited.
Chantell Wild
What was that?
Did you just say
That you can’t remember?
How about that.
Convenience runs
In the blood of your veins.
You are accountable
For the fruits of
Your reign
You will be judged
And the Judge
Will be You.
If we were only friends with perfect people
Our lives would be pretty freaking lonely
Masha Yurkevich

For every
you are angry,

you lose
60 seconds
of happiness.

she was trying to walk away
and hold on
at the same time
that's the mind
at war
with the heart
Douglas Goins
I wish I could tell you it doesn’t hurt.
That this pain is a two on the doctor discomfort scale.
But I doubt I’ll ever recover.
Even after I find the strength to get better.
Because loving you.
Was by far the greatest thing I’ve ever done.
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
All I want to do is hold your hand.
But there is nothing to it will be easier for you to discard me.
the truth about summer
is that it always departs.

the truth about summer
is that is always comes back.

and you, like the summer
would always depart,
but the truth about you
is that you never came back.
Clock ticks,
The pen scribbles.
Pages fill,
Drowned in the letter.
In my mind,
Day and Night.
A void chamber,
Forgot my key inside.
as though I am a shrimp
in a belly of the whale.
I sense light
when the belly is shared.
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
maybe the reason I am here
is the reason I weep,
silent all these nights
like an owl bleeding white,
sorrow it reeks
peace it seeks,
white is the color of my mother
telling me I selfishly brag with honor,
I sailed through the stars
to find a place on mars,
dug a grave miles away
to let my soul solely sway,
maybe I don’t need a guardian
since I find enjoyment in hiding.
Bukankah kau takut akan lautan hitam?
Bergemuruh, memecah ombak menjadi repihan buih menyilaukan yang bertabur di sepanjang garis pantai.

Bukankah telah kami sampaikan tentang berita yang mengerikan padamu?
Bahwa badai selalu menenggelamkan pelaut,
tak pernah sebaliknya.

Kami selalu mengawasi.

Permukaan air memantulkan bayanganmu, wajah naif yang mencari jawaban
dalam luasnya samudra.

Kala kau tercekat, terjebak dalam pusaran air, dan bergegas mengembangkan layar kapalmu, kau sedikit terlambat!

Kau adalah hantu yang mencintai seseorang dengan rasa gusar. Kau tergesa mencari bintang, penunjuk jalan pulang. Melenyapkan seluruh bayangan dan pertanyaanmu.

Demikian, kau kembali ke kampung halamanmu. Namun hanya nama yang mampu mereka kenang. Jasadmu telah berserah kepada kami seutuhnya, tanpa kehendakmu.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Nola Leech
I lied for you
I lied for you
I lied for you
So Much Wrong with this Same old
Why Must a Dark Cloud always come Along.
Always upon me it Seems to Rain,
Seeps Through My Clothes Raindrops of Pain,
A Negative Mind Set Inside my Brain,
All Because I Fell for the Devil Again !
I need to say so much about something right now but .
Jason James
I used to be compelled to draw
And paper
Were an escape.
My mind spilled forth
Crazy images
Of ***
Of violence
Of drugs
Of fantasy
But the well has gone dry.
I'm empty inside,
No longer does the music speak to me.
I am not what I used to be,
I used to be an artist.
Hank Love
Have we just faded
Into the winds of time
Searching for a new tomorrow
And dying as the setting sun
That once glistened as embers
Now wroghts in the anguish
Of what  was
And what is still to be.
May we look to the time
As we were children and laugh.
With a laughter that will forever
Surround each other  with love.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
Francie Lynch
Our government has a pipe dream,
Filled with oil and gas;
Our Natives have their pipe dream,
And they can blow it out their ***.
Yeah, it sounds harsh, but believe me, it's true.
Inner tribe squabbling about rights of way for a 20 billion dollar natural gas pipeline going through hereditary lands in B.C. They have successfully shut down rail transportation across the entire country.
You find yourself... in the depths of your soul

The dark spaces... The silent matter... The breathless abyss

You lose your ‘self’.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
If you drop your thoughts
Your head will fall off
Falling to the ground like a

Big fat pumpkin

Kicking it through the leaves
You leave it by the gutter

walking away contently
Autumn days are done
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
Nothing was was said
Between you and I
Nothing did happen
And it’s not a lie

Nothing was spoken
Words were not read
Nothing was broken
It’s all in my head

Nothing was felt
Hearts made of stone
Nothing means nothing
When you’re all alone.

Nothing you gave me
Meant nothing to you
And now you have nothing
Just like I do.
soul melody
my ink writes
silence best

please press the
apology button
to delete my
awkward scribbles
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
Often described as
A gift from God

But more often than not
We forget
They are human too
Capable of mistakes
Just like you and I

Their presence
Doesn’t need to feel
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
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