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mmartinez
Mexican
I've been torn, broken between two      But I am only one, and I can't seem to choose My heart is confused with nuero misfires      Dazed and confused, my heart, it aches For not only him but you What can I do to relieve this pain       It leaves me with only one to gain Who's to say which one is the right way       But as it stands, my heart, it aches I do not know what it is I can do       So that I do not hurt either of the two My heart it hurts and bleeds, with love       But I still cannot find which is above Its an endless battle with me against myself       My heart it beats for two, with love But I cannot endure it for much longer       Because my heart can only get so much stronger A muscle in itself, my heart, it aches
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Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
The Heart is a Muscle, it Can Ache too
This is my release Creativity flowing from my fingers Through the pen onto the paper This is my release Ideas drowning out my suffering Filling my head with clarity This is my release Every note that leave my lips Converting to an ever favorite song This is my release Knowing that someday… I will truly be released
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:39 PM UTC
This is my release...
I gaze into the sun Unaware of the adverse effects That begin to unfold in my body Yet I’m carefree and gaze more Yes, the bright star hurts my eyes But the stellar glow, Keeps my eyes affixed Others around me warn me They say that I’ll go blind Yet I’m carefree and gaze on Deeply intuitive to every glistening ray For to miss such a splendor Would be a worse fate Than losing sight
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:38 PM UTC
Stellar Gaze
When will it be my turn? To feel carefree and happy When will it be my turn? To be charmed by my prince When will it be my turn? To exert my passion in color on canvas When will it be my turn? To be envied for my being When will it be my turn? To see it all fall down When will it be my turn? To fear to loathe To understand why life is a ***** When will it be my turn? To succeed, overcome, and feel alive And rid myself of the “when” And make it an “It Will” Because it will be my turn someday
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:37 PM UTC
My Turn
Love is something that comes in various forms A friend, lover, family member, or someone you never met I want to be able to understand, true feeling, emotion And still be able to be slightly inhuman, devoid of emotion I tread through life looking for answers to my infinite questions It seems what I want is not feasible and yet I continue My devotion through it all I’ve lived thus far losing those I love and I try and keep them alive in my heart Because life seems so treacherous, and desolate A bumpy road with forks and one way streets And I’m reaching out but no one’s there To save me
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
I'm Reaching Out
Eyes like the night                                                                                 Engulfing my entirety Body and soul I wander around your body Can you hear me? Whispering sweet nothings upon your ear Can you feel my delicate fingers caressing you? Can you feel my footsteps upon your heart? I am here for an everlasting eternity Finding a way to get closer to you Uncovering your soul, your being Until I satisfy my lust to have you How eagerly I trot around you Can you feel me? I’m here, I’m there, I’m all around Pouring emotions all around From my own soul Can you feel me? When will you find me? And give me what I desire When will you release me from my cage? For I’ve had enough now I want you, Forever together, my blazed trail in your body and mind And you’re in mine, our hearts one Together as one For it is only I that can fill your void And only you can fill mine We love, laugh, and live as one another Forever in yours and mine Everlasting eyes
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:30 PM UTC
Everlasting Eyes
I saw you standing there And suddenly became blind The darkness seemed so infinite Yet it was a darkness I knew I grasped it in search of something Real, something of substance Still I found nothing I called through the seemingly endless end Hoping for any answer, Whether it be the dark or myself, calling back Being alone never suits anyone’s fancy Still I find myself alone Just my thoughts and I traveling Through an endless state of loneliness And yet there you stand, still A vivid image of what I wish I had With one hand at your side and the other Reaching, reaching, through the dark Awaiting the time my misguided hand will find yours Through it all But here I sit, all alone, searching With only my will to lead me on Through the familiar darkness
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Jul 8, 2011
Jul 8, 2011 at 7:26 PM UTC
A Familiar Darkness