julia-j-medina
American
In my free time I read and once I am bored of reading I start writing poems. But by the time I am writing poems its already dark outside. If you want to have conversations with me about books and poetry just email me. My email is [email protected]
When I pass by you
You won't even know that I was there
For I am nothing but a clear soul
I want to appear before everyone
But my sadness just swallowed me whole
In the darkness that is where I am calling home
Can I escape if just one person can see through me?
I hope that can be true
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
My windows are barred
All of the doors are pad locked
The alarms are on
I am stuck inside my room
The only thing I see is the sky which is really blue
If only I can grow wings
So I can escape this cage
So I can finally do something else for a change
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
Our past may come to haunt us
Should we run
Or should we face it
Should we be mad
Or should we be scared
Our past may encounter with us in the present
But does it mean that it can ruin our lives
We shouldn't because we learned from our past
So it doesn't mean we can't fix the present
Lets see if we can do something in the present
So we can make up for our past mistakes
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
My eyes are open
But my heart is closed
All I do is see
But my heart never skips a beat
Its like no matter what
My heart will never skip a beat for me
No matter how many nice guys I meet
Is my heart trying to be mean to me
Or is it just warning me
Or is the real problem really me
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
My life has just ended
Or has it barely begun
It feels like I have been thrown
Into a life I've never encountered
The walls I had have disappeared
Which means I am free
But where should I go
Since I have never been anywhere
But here
I guess I have to start somewhere
So my new life can begin
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Love can be like water that can save you or it can be poison that can **** you. Would you drink it freely or better yet drink it without curiosity about it. Either way love can be a gamble.
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
When you push love to me
I will walk away from you
But if you follow me
Something bad might happen to you
The only thing that will hold my heart
Is my guitar
But the person that will stop you
Are my brothers
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 1:22 PM UTC
Not all of our dreams are sweet
Sometimes we wake up screaming
Or we wake up weeping
They show us our fears
They show us our weakness
But they also show us embarrassment
Yet our dreams teaches us to face them
We try to fight off our fears
We may not win the war
But we can win the battle that we all face alone
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
They say I am sweet
But honestly no one is sweet at all
So what is the point with those empty words
No one is innocent for very long
So tell me honestly what you truly think about me
Not the me that I pretend to be
But the real me that is underneath
Yet you will never know because you only see the me
The "me" that I want to show in this world
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
My love may be gone, but my lover isn’t giving up.He sees me as his perfect little world.The harp in my heart its song has stopped. The happiness & love I gave to him is now gone. So now my heart has gone cold, but hopefully this feeling will go away so that I can return to the arms of my lover. So that the both of us can go back to our lovable world
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 11:19 AM UTC