La gente viene y va,
Pero los recuerdos permanecerán siempre ,
A medida que nuevos amigos vienen a lo largo,
Para hacer nuevos recuerdos,
De felicidad,
De la tristeza,
Siempre hay espacio para más....
Debo confesarte que
Tus recuerdos acarician mi corazón
Mientras que otros salen por la puerta.
Debo contarte que tus recuerdos son la razón por cual llevo esta sonrisa justo en este momento Escribiéndole esto
Debo decirte que tus recuerdos se mantienen en mi interior.........
Espero que yo también lo estoy.....
En el tuyo.
-MM-
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
I feel as if I had wasted my life my accomplishments were few and very dry
As I stand alone in this room filled with darkness
My ability to do good as always remains spark-less
My soul feeds on empty desires and hope
When I perish from earth; will my family be able to cope?
Mourn my death till resurrection?
Turn your gaze to someone who deserves your love and affection.
Of my skin women desired my complexion
Gravity itself cuts you off
But from me to you that was never my intention
Simplicity and uncertainty is surrounding the grey clouds of my mind.
Conquering different ideas but haven't come close to arrest the gift of thought.
Constantly reminded of the Shadowless creatures I continuously fought
I give thanks to God because from his sons blood I was bought
After the sun has faded in the west
I'm suddenly touched and absorbed to ignite the flame of life
Encouraged by many to leave behind the madness and strife
Precision thinking is a must
I refuse to give up and return back into dust.
Weak I once was
Yearning the wrong I once wanted
Materialistic views I had and yes, I would flaunt them
Well, I have come this far....
I let gods word pierce both my body and soul
I'll write it on the tablets of my heart
To keep me balanced and forever hold the key to self control.
-Marco Mondragon
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 1:05 AM UTC
Your kiss: a poison that is like the honey of bees. It brings sweetness to my mouth and it makes me reach out for more. I know I shouldn't, for it's poison that I'm drinking! But you are a beauty that I cannot resist
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
i do not love you
words are not in abundance
i am not drawn to you
like birds migrating to
warmer heavens
i felt something brief,
my breath was caught
by love's noose,
but stranger things happen,
i do not love you,
because to love you
would be to become you,
to capsize like a boat,
submerging into red seas,
i do not love in small measures,
to do so would be worse
than blasphemy,
i feel for you,
but i do not love you,
i do not search for your
face in crowds,
i do not love in honesty,
only lies pounding
hoofs on loves ground.
i cannot love you,
because the taste of it is
strange in my mouth,
an unwanted flavour,
like sand and dust,
in the midst of something
that should be sweet.
i do not love you,
or i cannot love at all.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
i am forgettable
i am dull
i am a background character at best
never the hero
never the love interest
never the happy ending
always the passing glance
always half acknowledged
always the plan b
never the apple of anyone's eye
nothing special
nothing new or brilliant or beautiful
nothing memorable, no spark
i am beige
i am boring
i am only loved out of obligation
i do not exist
to you
or to anyone
or to anything
at all
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
i want to grow up next door from you
i want to be seven years old with you
i want to put band-aids on your
skinned knees
i want to meet you in a book store
i want to talk about poetry and art and trotsky
i want to buy you a book like i'm
buying you a drink at the bar
i want to sit next to you on the train
i want to make small talk about the weather
i want to lend you my coat and forget
to ask for it back
i want to be a field nurse
if you're a wounded soldier
i want to change your gauze
and sneak you extra meal rations
i want to be a bystander
talking you off the ledge
i want to lead you gently back into the world
i want to be careful with your heart
i want to love you softly and abiding
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:10 AM UTC
My stomach is aflutter
Her beauty I dare not approach
For if I am unwanted. I will be put to shame for my dull desire of just wanting to be with her.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
i am no refuge
if the past 2 years
have taught me anything
i am more shrapnel than shelter
with willing hearts
strewn in my wake
but i am kind
i will not salt your wounds
with these tears
i will keep my distance
but these thoughts like water
circulate silently around you
never straying farther than
these arms can swim
and i am weak
i am so weak
for the smile that found me
in the sound and the strangers
much softer and worthier than i
but your songs still medicate me
and you said you'd keep me warm
and i don't remember
what i said next
but it doesn't matter anymore
because
you said you'd keep me warm
and i am still shivering
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
Under the sun of salvation my soul rests.
My thoughts remain beautiful but crucial.
Too wicked to understand.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
I couldn't wait for the day the sun didn't feel like it was trying to burn me, or for the day the rain wasn't trying to fill my lungs. I couldn't wait for the day the highway wouldn't sound like it's calling me to play with it, or the day sidewalks quit threatening to swallow me whole. There was something about the way my fear of love made the words wrap themselves around my vocal cords. I'm sorry I've never been able to get those three words out without sounding like I'm going to choke. I couldn't wait for the day my love for you didn't feel like a consequence or for the day I could convince myself that what you felt for me was real. The truth is I'm not used to people staying longer than I'm able to hold myself back from pushing them away. I got in the habit of writing my love to you on the parts of my skin that I'd never let you see, so that tearing off my clothes would be the easiest way to show you how I feel. My veins are filling with ink now, a mix of red and blue filled with words left unsaid. Some nights I talk to the walls, some nights they tell me about where your knuckles made dents when I'd whisper in my sleep about leaving you; I never really thought you'd be the first one out the door. Loving you was making excuses. Loving you was throwing diamonds in wishing wells, knowing my hope wasn't worth the price. Sometimes when the highway calls me, sometimes when the sidewalks threaten to swallow me whole, sometimes when the rain fills my lungs with water; letting you go looks a lot like the final death of me.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC