on this earth
in this place
things are used
as strings
for the puppet
of the population
the dancing marionettes
to not think
for themselves
they believe what
they are told to
and do not question
but questions
are important
they are a necessity
to our very survival
they want diversity
yet persecute
the truly diverse
what thought is this
that they believe
they call for logic
but do not use it
they call for peace
but start wars
they plead for love
but harbor hatred
they demand equality
and equal understanding
for different opinions
yet they do not accept
those of the people who
don't agree with them
they call for rights
then elect restrictions
and immobilities
into the office
what is this thought
what is this day
that we must live in?

I saw Him standing right by my door.
I was expecting a "May I come in,"
Instead He said, "Let Me in!"
This time He didn't ask for permission, it was a command to let Him in;
but even so, right by the door,
He waited patiently for my response.
What a gentlemen.


Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.

Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

I had this story in my head
I had this story on my heart
Where you were with me
Even when it all fell apart

I couldn't picture you with anyone else
But Satan is sweet
Giving me memories that never happened
Like the remains of your kiss on my cheek

I told myself I didn't care anymore
Oh a long time ago
But whether this is real
Or a joke
I'm not laughing
I can't get you out of my head

See I had this image
Where we ruled the world
We were just, brave, and true
You were compassionate too
We raised the heirs to the throne
To be as such

One time I had a nightmare
The kind where you wake in a cold sweat
You were asking people to help however they could
You were getting married
To the loveliest of girls

You wouldn't look me in the eye
Not even when I cried
I woke to tears and shaking hands
I prayed that it would never happen again

I tell myself that all I want is your happiness
But then I turn and think that I'm the only one who will make you so content
I want to only think of you when I see you
But I can't get you out of my **** head

GET OUT

I want to sleep
I'm tired but now that I've opened these floodgates I don't know if I'll shut my eyes until dawn

I have pains in my stomach
I feel knives in my ribs

I want you to love me
But you can't if you never did

Take these thoughts from my head
Give them to her
She's done something to deserve them
She's not just a convenience
Like a mat on which mud is scraped from boots
She's in the right place at the right time to love you and to have you love her too

So now again I feel empty
When I told myself I never should
I feel like I've been used
Though you never touched me like the other boys would

My thoughts are muddled
Like the feelings in my chest
As I lay trying to sleep
One day may I find rest

Now I'll stop rhyming like an idiot
Climb out of the valley in my heart
Find a boy one day
Who has the guts to tell me whether or not he loved me from the start

Days like this my heart tells me to go dance in the rain.
But my mind stops me because it knows best.
But does it really?
When will my mind ever let me follow my heart.
-K.L.

There are bruises on the insides of my thighs from your hip bones
and bruises on my lips from your teeth.
There is a bruise on my chin from bumping heads while we slept
and a bruise on my heart from the words that fell out of your mouth.

These bruises are reminders
That *** is clumsy
Kissing is sometimes better when you're smiling
Sleeping together is messy and beautiful
And words leave marks that will never fade.

Bruises in a positive light; what a concept.

It's two fifty five
and goosebumps cover the skin
where your lips should be.

How ******* dare you
downgrade something so lovely;
can't you see your worth?