Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life may be hard
But at least I have you
You make me smile
When skies are grey
The moment we touch
Problems fade away
No matter what you’ll always be
The best thing I’ve ever known
I can’t promise to make it all better
But you won’t have to face it alone

When I was born
I remember how much cried
When I came into the wretched world
Waiting to grow up and see my mother
But, her warmth didn't last
So I grew up
And the world grew louder
And my voice grew softer
The cries when I was born
Stayed in the past
No one heard me say that I never wanted
A place on Earth
I have a small place
But, a big responsibility

sunny daffodil blooms
are still months away,
maybe that's a good thing
if you know what they say.

you can't swallow poison
if there's nothing to eat,
you can't be a victim
if you retreat.

you can't see the cracks
in the mirror that spread
if you stay locked up
within your own head.

The slash marks,
in my wrist,
Shine so red
under the lights.
But they feel,
so inadequate.

The thin stretch,
of pale skin,
Over my sprawling veins,
T'would appear that,
I have to go just a bit deeper,
And then I get to disappear.

Oh to disappear,
Be without worry,
or illness,
No more sickness,
and no more health.

Turning out the lights,
would be so simple,
But to complicate,
would save my life.

And so I will get through,
To find the way out,
of my prison.
Thinking makes not a human,
The only true way, is doubt.

I need you to stay in your place
So I can drive off the cliff safe
Hold on to your seat
Say your final deceit
There's a tree heading straight for your face

Verdes tardes de la selva; tardes
tristes. Río verde
entre zacatales verdes;
pantanos verdes.
Tardes olorosas a lodo, a hojas mojadas, a
helechos húmedos y a hongos
El verde perezoso cubierto de moho
poco a poco trepando de rama en
rama, con los ojos cerrados como
dormido pero comiendo
una hoja, alargando un garfio primero
y después el otro,
sin importarle las hormigas que le pican,
volteando lentamente el bobo rostro
redondo, primero a un lado
y luego al otro,
enrollando por fin la cola en una rama
y colgándose pesado como
una bola de plomo; el salto del sábalo en el río;
el griterío de los monos comiendo
malcriadamente, a toda prisa,
arrojándose las cáscaras de anona unos a otros
y peleándose, charlando, arremedándose
y riéndose entre los árboles;
monas chillonas cargando a tuto monitos
pelones y trompudos;
la guatusa bigotuda y elástica
que se estira y encoge
mirando a todos lados con su ojo redondo
mientras come temblando;
espinosas iguanas... temblando;
espinosas iguanas
como dragones de jade
corriendo sobre el agua
(¡flechas de jade!);
el ***** con su camisa rayada, remando
en su canoa de ceiba.

Una muchacha meciéndose en una hamaca,
con su largo pelo *****, y una pierna desnuda
colgando de la hamaca,
nos saluda:
                    Adiós, California!

El río *****, como tinta, al anochecer.
Una flor de un hedor putrefacto
                                                      como de cadáver;
y una flor horrible, peluda.
                                                      Orquídeas
guindadas sobre el agua podrida.
Silbidos tristes de la selva,
y quejidos.
                    Quejidos.
Hojas tristes que caen dando vueltas.
Y chillidos...
                      ¡Un grito entre las guanábanas!
El hacha cortando un tronco
                      y el eco del hacha.
¡El mismo chillido!
Ruido sordo de manadas de cerdos salvajes.
¡Carcajadas!
                      El canto de un tucán.
Chischiles de culebras cascabeles.
Gritos de congos.
                      Chachalacas.
El canto melancólico de la gongolona
                                  entre los coquitales,
y el de la paloma popone,
                                            popone, pone, pone
Oropéndolas sonoras
columpiándose en sus nidos colgados de las palmeras,
y el canto del pájaro-león entre los coyoles
y el del pájaro de-la-luna-y-el-sol
el pájaro clarinero, el pájaro
relojero que da la hora
y el pocoyo que canta de noche (o caballero)
                                  Cabayero mi dinero Cabayero mi dinero
parejas de lapas que pasan gritando,
y el guis, chichitote y dichoso-fui
                                      dichoso-fuiiiiiiii
que cantan en los chagüites sombríos.
Plateados pantanos rielando,
y las ranas cantando
                              rrrrrrrrrrrrr
!Y un pájaro que toda la noche repite.

I rule my world,
The real life fantasy land where everyone believes they’re in control,

like your life is together,
all your friends are real,
you have romance,
working hard at your job

but you forgot.

I could ruin you in a sentence.

If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight

Waaat day is it?
Sester Blaise asked

Wednesday
oi said

she looked at me
Don't be
an eejit O'toole-
oi meant waaat saints day?
she said
eyein' me sternly

oi lowered me 'an'

Anyone else?
she said

naw wan raised a 'an'
So ashamed av you-
an' yer al' Catholics-
so'tiz de Conversion av Saint Paul
she said stiffly
an' she went on
ter read aboyt 'imself
from de Bable
in De Acts av de Apostles

oi eyed Ingrid
on de opposite side
av de classroom
wi' 'er 'air knackered
by a black ribbon
into two bunches

'er owl lad
wus a bully
an' a trollied
an' many a time
oi saw 'er ma
wi' a black mince pie
or theck lip

Ingrid looked across at me
smiled 'er sad smile
den looked away

oi carried dat sad smile
raun wi' me
for de kip av de day.

When people say depression
What they imagine is someone forlorn
But you will never see me frown
They could never tell I am down

Am I good in acting?
Or is it on lying?
My smiles and responses are automatic
You can never tell I am a lunatic

Will someone discover
The truth down under
No time to discover
Till I am six feet under

You ask for my thoughts on what I see,
my opinion, mademoiselle, is you put a spell on me

‘i don't know who u are anymore'
i don’t either

because we never said goodbye
the end was utterly relentless

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.

I'm not sick,
I'm not mad,
I'm not disappointed,
I'm not surprise.

Look closer, Hear me more.
Can't u see?

I'm hurt.
It hurts, so bad.

The term “love wins” is true,
Though gravely misused.
The worldly kind of love,
Which is often the attached definition to this term, never truly wins.
This love, which is ****** in nature,
Only leaves it’s participants more empty, and loveless than before.
****** love, when abused and mishandled, taken outside of its intended context, leaves you more empty, drained, used, and void of TRUE love than before you engaged in it.
You will never feel completely fulfilled with only ****** love, and how sad, to base your entire identity on how you like to have ***. How empty a life, to march under a flag of your selfish, ****** preference, rather than something truly meaningful.

Love wins, yes He does. love wins, because Jesus Christ, who was love in flesh, won, when He died on the cross and paid for the sin of the entire world. Including the ****** sin mentioned above. Love wins, when you ask Him into your heart, and believe in Him as your savior, the one who made the weighty payment for your soul, so you could spend forever in the presence of God, where the Bible says, there is “fullness of joy and pleasure forevermore.” Don’t chase fleeting pleasure, that lasts only for a moments at a ****** ******. Choose pleasure that nourishes your soul, gives life to you spirit, opens your eyes to perceive the kingdom of God. Choose that. Choose Jesus. Choose love.
Love wins.

Every word that had been
made was about you,
draping to my skin,
a pale and old like autumn leaves.
I've never been beautiful until your mouth traces out my name.

Let your eyes linger
in the shadows

Your vision adjusts
the light shifts

Hush now

Wait and see
what watches you
lingering in the shadows

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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

A child's smile
A cup of tea
A walk in the woods
A fleeting sense of serenity
An eruption of joy
Happiness
A magic moment
in the labyrinth
of our existence

I'm not stable enough for love
I'm not kind enough for love
I'm not worthy enough for love
I'm not ready for love
Lord please save me
I don't feel human
I don't have strength
I don't belong
I don't want to live
I'm nothing but depressed
A lost case
A piece of work
A damaged ex
Will I ever turn my life around?
And see the world differently?
Like it's meant to be
Like I have a destiny
Like anyone wants me
To be here

some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.


I write, therefore I am.

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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