They say to follow your heart,
But which part do I follow if it’s been shattered in a million pieces?
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC
You say nobody loves you,
Who am I then? I love you.
You say you’re ugly and worthless,
That’s not true, you’re worth way more than this.
You say nobody gives a **** about you,
But how can you not see that I’m with you every step of the way, fighting with and for you.
You say that **** doesn’t deserve you,
And **** right you are.
He doesn’t.
You’re too good for him.
I know I just met you a couples weeks back,
But I’ve grown so fond of you.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
You say you know me,
But I know you don’t truly.
You say I’m the worst liar,
When really I’m just the best actor.
Sometimes, I wish you knew me.
But I’m glad you don’t,
Nobody does,
Not even me.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
You left, not for long.
When you come back,
Things might seem wrong.
If that happens I guess that’s how it belongs.
Everything,
Is right where you left it.
But I want you to know,
That it still changes.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
"If you could describe yourself as an office item what would it be?”
she asked.
Well,
I would be paper.
some people use me when they need me,
I get the deed done and I'm thrown away.
But sometimes I can mean a lot to people,
sometimes they need me a lot and I'm important all of a sudden.
Other times I’m the cause of a paper cut, something small I create but causes unimaginable pain.
Who am I kidding? what I did wasn’t small..
I’m sorry..
im sorry..
I m s o r r y..
I m s o s o r r y..
I'm not paper, I'm just scissors.
I cut things, then when someone tries to fix it,
it's never truly fixed because it's never the same way it was before
They're either held together by glue or tape,
all I am is destruction.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
I love you,
not the romantic love but still a love that is true.
I know you cannot trust
yet I trust you because its a must,
not a must as in a rule
but a must as in if I didn't I would be a fool.
You mean so much to me,
and there is still so much beauty and good you cannot see.
It doesn't mean its not there
because it is and trust me i'll do my best to give you loads of care.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
What the **** Papa?
What if I want to be known as Latino and not Latina?
Is it so bad that I’m a boy
And finally have joy?
I want to be- No sorry I AM Ken not Barbie-
And I’ll prove my point with a stroke of a pen! Come try me!-
Yes I cut my hair
But why should you care?-
*** you look like guy!”
‘Oh well maybe that’s what I am, heh Bye!’-
“Wow! Jessica I couldn’t recognize you!”
‘Nice, you seem like you didn’t have a clue.’
God **** it! I just want to wear these clothes
I didn’t come here to make foes
I want to dress this way
And be called ‘Jay’ even if it sounds like I’m gay-
Oh wait I am.
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 10:57 PM UTC
Home is somewhere you feel safe and can be yourself,
Not a place where I don’t even recognize myself.
This house is not a home but instead hell,
a place where I can't get up from where I fell.
When I come "Home" it's a drag
because there I'm considered a ***
My home is not a place,
instead it's someone who doesn't see me as a disgrace
But they're in invisible pain, depression
and I fear one day they'll just be gone and done.
Done from the living in this horrible place,
Done from hiding their true face.
Done from being in constant fear.
Done from shedding tear after tear.
My wish is for them to see what I see:
someone who goes through things bravely,
someone who is beautiful inside and out,
someone who doesn't let anything stop them and continue going on and about,
someone smart,
someone who stole and melted my heart.
My home.
My one true love.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Tell me what do you see in this rope?
To me it was a necklace of hope,
Hope to a better place away from here.
A place where I wouldn’t shed even a tear,
Or have to give myself a reason to get out of bed
Because all the hate wasn’t just from inside my head.
People are the worst things on earth,
They either make something more or less of what they’re worth.
But not all are bad,
One made me change the thought of the rope that I once had.
I see from two new eyes,
As I discard all the lies.
The rope is not a noose
It has more than one use
But now I see it’s trap,
To make you think it would just be a nap.
It’s not
So don’t tie that knot.
Don’t get a permanent solution to a temporary problem,
It’ll take a while but you’ll get back up from the bottom.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
“Immigrant” has somehow become a bad word.
When to me immigrants are the people who fight to be heard.
They are the people who are ignored,
The people who work hard without reward.
They’re not back until after dusk and leave the house before dawn,
They’re not just the people who mow your lawn.
People will discriminate,
But I’m proud of from where I originate.
With rich culture that in which the word “ashame” does not exist.
In this so called “country of the free” we will resist.
We will join with others to make our bruises known
For we won’t stay quiet while being disowned
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC