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Guadalupe Meza May 2017
How is it possible that
I let you treat me like a mat?
You walk all over me and you have
No regrets in splitting me in halve.

How is it possible that
I can't let you go?
I try to leave you alone
But it seems that I can't be on my own.

How is it possible that
I believe in you more than I do on myself?
I want to see you shine
Even when I'm not doing fine.

How is it possible that
I'm not good enough for you?
Everything I do is for you
And I'm still left out in the blue.

I just want to lie on the green grass
And not hold all the trash
That blocks my view
Of the sky that's so blue.

I just want to start anew.
Guadalupe Meza May 2017
Once a burning fire is put out
There is nothing left to block
The view of those there.

Our mind is the same
We have to think up a storm
Just so when we are done
Our mind can become quite.

There is no other way for this
To happen
We have to go insane to
Realize what being sane really means.

But this is a very difficult
Thing to achieve.
It's difficult to achieve
Complete silence.
Guadalupe Meza May 2017
Can you explain to me
How this came to be?
The questions you tend to ask
Are hard for me to grasp.
You took me by surprise,
And yet I can't realize
Why I was at a loss for words.

I tried to ask you what it meant,
But you said that you were spent
For words and had no idea why.

Now I try to stop thinking about it.
For me to stop thinking is like losing a bit
Of who I was made to be,
And I just can't pay that fee.

What have you done to me?
My mind is being flooded
With thousands of thoughts that
Are trying to consume me but
I try to be strong for you.
Don't be scared, Love;
show me your scars.
Give me a piece of your soul,
and maybe a glimpse of your mind.

I could show you beauty,
without a field of flowers.
And an amazing high,
without the foul aftertaste.

Just let me in,
let me feel your pain.
I'll touch your soul,
and make you go insane.
2/19/2017
shivering
shadows
of lingering fingers
fulfilling... culminating
this coil of mortality...
muted mystery
sought

bewitching
he runs his hands
ravishing desires...
beautiful thought

harbinger to eternity
he holds your heart
within ethereal
grasp

longing for
languid lethargy
breath becomes
your last...

blackest kiss
transcends bliss
faded flowers known

towards the light
in your flight
to heaven
to God's

throne

glory glitters
all around
you're jaw
is opened
slack!

Jesus says,
"... it's not your time...
my child, you're going

BACK!

I'm the Lover of your soul.
do not covet Death...
he will come when
I allow...
for now, in me rest..."

so, now, you are
caught by Him
back to earth
returned

you have to wait
for divine fate...

*another lesson learned.
This was written for a friend.
I know the style changed toward the end... but I promised this poem
and wanted to complete it
Guadalupe Meza May 2017
Try to be the light that shines,
But not the light that only shines on the streets,
That only shines when needed,
That only shines when happy.

But try to be the light that shines on the world,
That shines continuously,
That shines in every situation,
That shines with warmth.

Don't be the light that brightens the way,
But be the light that guides the way.
I wrote this when I felt really low and this helped me get back up and continue walking on the right path.
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