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Poems become tears,
When reality sinks in,
When Art brings despair,
And paintings become cries.
Dances become disgraces,
Songs pour out insecurities,
Genius bring forth controversy,
Boldness becomes cowardice,
Dreams make disasters,
And Death rules over Life,
When reality sinks in.

Reality, that is.
Reality.
Is that reality?

In sinks reality when
Life overrules Death, and
Disasters make dreams.
Cowardice becomes boldness,
Controversy forth bring genius,
Insecurities outpour songs,
Disgraces become dances,
Cries become paintings; and
Despair brings art when
In sinks reality; when
Tears become poems.
palindrome
You've been drinking
You've been smoking
Trying to forget me
Since the day you left me

You know people come and people go
We both know looks can be deceiving
We'll stay on breathing knowing that you'll be leaving
Somewhere deep in your bones
You're not one for power
I know you've got your eyes on the throne
I'm not the one that you're using
Just like the attention, it's self abusing
A plan is great, but I know you'd rather slowly feel this all out
The only problem is my lack of relationships fills me with doubt
You know people come and go, but this time I'm leaving
It looks pretty hard, but trust me looks can be deceiving
 Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Hailey
I loved you, oh how very much I loved you,
and I can tell you that with every waking breath that I breathe
but you will never believe me.
All you've chosen to remember is the day I left you.
You seem to have forgotten that I was always there for you,
until the day came that I grew old of you always pushing me away.
I gave you every piece of my heart.
It was only until you took everything and I was left with nothing that I realized
I needed someone willing to build me up, not tear me down.
Oh how I love you
 Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Molly
Life
 Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Molly
I remember your first name,
your county,
I remember the way your words slurred,
tripping

over themselves, how you stared -
watching confetti melt
as it floated in fractals.

Passing instances.
I wonder do you remember
how I sat on your shoulders,
or how did we meet? In that field

I drank too much, the music
was loud and the air
packed with hazy heat.

You painted a picture for me.
A landscape of lives briefly
intertwined and a future
so clear I could see it.

Our phones were dead. You said
“I should find my friends.”
and then you were gone forever.
 Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
honey
your hands hold mine gentle but firm
kisses softly placed on my neck
hushed whispers and silent smiles
i want to tell the world about you
but in this moment
i am content
with quiet love
my first happy poem!!!!!!!!!
 Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Adele
people always leave without knowing
their footprints always stays
 Jun 2017 Guadalupe Meza
Poetic T
A mouth can
hurt more than
         any blade...
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