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Joel Ochoa Mar 2016
Down and out they say
I Know that phrase too well
It seems my self destructive path does not end.
Once i think its over i reach a fork in the road.
Could it be maybe i continue to choose incorrectly, or is it that i have been cursed by the good souls I've left in the wreckage behind me.
©Joel Ochoa|March.3.2016
Joel Ochoa Nov 2015
These city streets are no place for me, this is what ive known all my life. This concrete jungle, this carnival of madness. This city is becoming a reflection of my soul, slowly engulfing me in its chaos. Not wanting me to break free of its shackles it tightens its grip hoping i will be defeated and submit. I am not so simple, i am no longer that young naive boy this city has raised. This passion is burning inside of me, my ambition will break those ties that bind me to the pavement. Success awaits me at the top of the world,
its form still unknown but my wings have just grown.
©Joel Ochoa|Nov.22.2015
Joel Ochoa Nov 2015
In the back of my head i can hear them,
Tiny voices pulling me near them,
Asking me begging me to write these words.
The voices of dead poets all speaking to me at once
Telling me the words they were never able to speak.

Entrusting me with the words that remain unwritten and unknown.
Inside of me i can hear them growing louder and louder and behind each word the feeling, the passion that burned inside of them.

Like so many things in life the only way to silence them is to satisfy them.
So i desperately write until my hands begin to bleed.
Until tears run down my face and trickle onto the page.

When i run out of ink i will use my blood,
I will write and write until i cant anymore
then i will join them...
I will join the voices that once haunted me. I will become the voice that keeps YOU up at night.
I will become that voice that screams in the back of every writers mind.
©Joel Ochoa |Nov.21.2015
Joel Ochoa Oct 2015
I cant blame the guy, when the devil wants to dance you dont say no.
Poor sap.

Hope you can handle the heat.
©Joel Ochoa|Oct.24.2015
Joel Ochoa Oct 2015
The smell of your skin embedded deep into my brain, i often find myself alone wondering if you are thinking of the life we always wanted. The taste of your lips is the one thing I crave more than any other poison. Unlike any other you have a chain wrapped around my heart and you wont stop pulling on it. Keep pulling, i love the way that you hurt me. Pull so hard that my heart rips out of my chest and into my hands so i can hand it over to you, that is where my heart belongs. That is where my heart has always been, with you.
©Joel Ochoa|Oct.20.2015
Joel Ochoa Oct 2015
All
Smile with me, sing with me, laugh with me, cry with me.
Live with me, breathe with me, fall with me, rise with
me
Walk with me, crawl with me, run with me, jump with me.
Be with me, free with me, Die with me, all i
need.
©Joel Ochoa|Oct.19.2015
Joel Ochoa Oct 2015
This liquid falling from the sky the taste is rather bitter.
Close your eyes and open your mouth, give in to me and my words. I will take you away forever to a place so enchanting you will never again think of life as you know it now. Allow me to sway your current views on life and love. Come and follow me to all the dark thoughts that wander in your brain in the dead of night.
Let us travel to that place which is nor life or death but somewhere in between. Let me teach your soul to find (n)everlasting peace.... face your heads to the sky, take me in. Become one with me and all around you- wash away your sins in the acid rain.
©JoelOchoa|Oct.18.2015
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