joseph-perales
American
I have been writing for 7 years. I try to write a new poem every day. I do not use exceptionally ornate language or styles. I do tend to play around with words, it fascinates me how they fit together, like colors on a canvas. I hope my writing might entertain you, I live to entertain. / / Here is my twitter @JosephPerales / Here is my facebook http://www.facebook.com/note.php?created&¬e_id=500547334361#!/profile.php?id=693966004
I have spent all of the night searching
for the same thing I lost so long ago
it has never returned on home
so I shout through the falling snow
come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear
I have spent all of the day searching
for the way the summer sun did shine
when you caught it inside your eyes
when I caught you and called you mine
come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear
I have spent all of my life searching
walking through this snow now falling
finding nothing but another cold night
still, I know tomorrow I will be out calling
come back, come back home
just come back, come back here
come back, even if it's not forever
just come back until the sky is clear
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
The sound of my name
is different from the lips of a lover
like each syllable said
is a new sound to discover
the word floats softly
and lingers with a lofty hover
they penetrate my chest
and over my heart they cover
The sight of my world
has been restored to all light
what was once monotone drab
now shines with a color so bright
she is the steady sunshine
inside the darkest of night
and if I were struck blind
I know she would be my sight
The taste of the air
is different now with her here
it is the roses and dandelions
meeting my palette so clear
like the fever of spring
even when the winter is near
it is the taste of adventure
in the absence of fear
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 5:47 AM UTC
with just one glance
one perchance glance
she met me in my stance
I was enrobed inside a trance
in this trance my heart did dance
at once I understood romance
staring across the expanse
with that lone glance
a perchance glance
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 5:39 AM UTC
Sometimes I want to call you
and tell you that you were right
about so many of the things
that we said when we would fight
not to get you back
not even to make amends
not so we can be lovers
not so we can be friends
just to admit I was wrong
Sometimes I want to call you
and tell you that were wrong
about so many of the things
we fought about for so long
not to make us enemies
not drive you away
not to say that I was right
not to ruin your day
just to hear that you were wrong
maybe there is no wrong
maybe there is not right
maybe we knew that all along
things aren't so black and white
Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
I suppose this is how the story goes
from mussed hair to your curled toes
from present skin and your absent clothes
this isn't poetry, this is strictly prose
it serves only practice and purpose
it is both malice and your bliss
with each well placed callous kiss
we both slide further toward abyss
bite and scratch like the animals we are
passion burns like the brightest star
but all fire will be reduced to char
I'm not a savior, but another scar
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 1:24 AM UTC
She snorts her Ritalin
she snorts her xanex
she snorts her *******
before she has ***
She loves her codeine
and her amphetamines
her world spins so fast
she needs some Dramamine
she buys and sells pills,
writes prescriptions
she skips most meals
to feed her addictions
light up a cigarette
gulp down a percocet
mix uppers and downers
hoping that they offset
she takes bottle after bottle
of pills and alcohol
she just tips it back
and swallows it all
a walking pharmacy
a waiting tragedy
a princess of pills
her Medicated Majesty
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 7:12 AM UTC
“I don't ever want to feel like this again”,
she whispered under bated breath
in the stage show that is her life
pain entered right, joy faded left
her eyes slowly permeated
by a gloss, which turned to tears
the pain slowly escaping
held contained for so many years
but she wasn't feeling sorrow
she was feeling something more
something I've never seen from her
or seen from a soul since or before
she wasn't upset at circumstance
but at her lack of a certain emotion
at least before she could yell
but now she didn't carry the notion
she was now numbed to it all
which scared her more the anything
she didn't feel the push to drive her
she could no longer feel the sting
she was now empty entirely
no sign of rage or elation
not leaning to one side of the spectrum
but in the middle, in a sad sedation
Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 12:53 AM UTC
We never wanted to write a love story
we never needed a romantic allegory
it wasn't any grandiose revelation
but rather a gradual flirtation
not a tale of love, but lust
not a matter of thought, but ******
and on that fact we were content
nothing more intended, nothing more meant
but then why do you stare with lingering eyes
and I find myself swooning over your thighs
and why does this loneliness keep
when night after night in my arms you sleep
how do I manage to stay so cold
when you are here inside my hold
but we suppressed all that kindling
and in turn found our passion dwindling
we began to find hate in it's place
for we had grown tired of this chase
“How could you not act on this feeling?”
we thought of each other, eyes at the ceiling
and we go to sleep, for another day
side by side, but worlds away
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 7:05 AM UTC
Cross my heart
and hope to die
when you cross my mind
I manage a lie
and pretend like you aren't there
You crossed my heart
I hope you die
when I cross your mind
I pray you cry
don't pretend like this was fair
I cross my heart
and hope it dies
so I may cease
this gilded guise
I no longer care to care
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 2:11 AM UTC
People don't understand
how lonely it is to be a kid
so two of the loneliest
into a soft bed slid
soft kisses
mixed with hard hearts
she took the lead
and we played our parts
we learned in lust
we moved in motion
how could either foresee
the lurking inset emotion
a heart won't ache
unless it was made to feel
and a heart won't long
unless that feeling was real
so we go to sleep
longing a body to hold
our beds far too empty
our sheets have grown cold
but I won't regret
those things that we did
because for just a second
I wasn't such a lonely kid
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 7:27 PM UTC