Steven Guevara Betancur: Poems

786 · Mar 2016

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

Go ahead, hurt me and make my soul cry
look at me, touch me and stab my heart with your words.
I know you do not love me, I know you do not need me,
but, please, come here and take me out of this hell.
Lie to me, just do it one more time, do not be afraid,
lie to me while my cup of coffee gets cold and my world gets colder,
While the sky turns dark and my heart gets darker.
I know you do not love me, I know you do not need me.
I feel alone, sad, anxious, but I really know it is not enough
it will never be enough, never enough as the love I gave you.
So now, my pen is crying and this piece of paper is wet.

By me, The Raven.

#love #sadness #coffee

702 · Mar 2016

By your side.

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

By your side.

If you cry till the stars die,
if you think that life is not right.
All the pain is around your way,
do not forget that the sky will bright.
Sometimes life just turns so depressing,
I was looking at the frontier and cursing,
the distance between your eyes and mine,
the distance between your heart and my heart.
Sometimes you want to be kind of lonely,
you remember that the sky is cloudy,
so that is why the sun can not be seen,
but that is not what at the moment you think.
I have been there by your side you have not see me,
I just want you to be better, believe me.
I am going faster than the fastest ghost,
you just try to forget the scars of the past.

By me, The Raven.

#love #sad #depressed #stars

639 · Mar 2016

Something unexpected.

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

Something unexpected.

The shadows were not around me.
I felt different; the sun was shining in my eyes,
The air was as fresh as mint candies.
The sky was bluer that the bluest ocean.
She had come back, and I was naked,
I was not prepared, everything was different.
My monsters were jealous, the darkness was wondering,
My heart was beating faster than ever
And the chaos was being victim of the peace.
She had come back and that was something unexpected,
I already had buried all the memories,
The sad moments had been forgotten and the mistakes forgiven,
But she had come and I was totally confused.
My demons were screaming out loud.
She said she missed me and everything turned silent.
Everything was colorful again, the birds were singing sweet songs,
But I was not prepared to restart my life,
I was not prepared to suffer again.

By me, The Raven.

#love #sadness #demons #darkness #blue #sky #monsters

547 · Mar 2016

My treasure.

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

My treasure.

I cant deny that you take my soul with every kiss,
please, don’t leave, make me at least believe,
that I am always in your mind, it doesn’t matter the pain,
I could be by your side till the end…
I love touching your long brown hair, while is hit by the air,
sitting in a beach chair, enjoying the breeze there,
I am reading your body like if it were a paper,
with you I would go anywhere, you are my sweet girl…
You take me apart, to that place where the love is art,
it's like a world apart, what a freaking impact,
when you hugged me, when you touched me,
when you look at me and you say you love me.
You know me, and you know I can not lie, I am right
when I treat you like me treasure.
Is a pleasure being with you and tell everybody that you’re my girl
I’m sure, don’t you ?

By me, The Raven.

#love #breeze #beach #summertime

377 · Mar 2016

What should I do?

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

What should I do?

What should I do now that I can’t stop thinking about it?
What should I do now that the birds are not singing sweet songs?
The time runs faster than what I thought,
time, sadness and destruction run together.
What should I do?
What should I do if now I know there is nothing within you and me?
It’s impossible to find love where love is gone,
but the butterflies have not gone yet
What should I do if you have cut their winds?
What should I do if you have cut mine too?

By me, The Raven.

#love #depression #sadness #butterflies

357 · Mar 2016

Untitled.

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

Untitled.

I know you are leaving, I know you want to give up
even my monsters are crying and I am feeling ****** up.
I know that when I open my eyes you will not be here,
You will be gone, so far away, I am full of fears.
Every breath I take reminds me that I am in hell,
the sky is dark and the moon is pale.
The stars also know how much I love you,
my tired soul knows that I belong to you.
I have cried enough, there is nothing I can do,
It’s known that everything have its end,
Forget you? Never! Or at least that is what I pretend.
The scars your love caused will never be erased,
You tore my heart but you will always be the best.

By me, The Raven.

I will love you forever.

#love #heartbreak #sadness #moon

328 · Mar 2016

Tired.

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

Tired.

¿Have you thought, you’d never be better?
¿have you thought you’ll never get rid of the fiber?
That fiber which makes you feel like you can’t stay anymore,
You are ****** up, you are tired, and you are bored.
The life just keeps going, the world moving and the sadness growing,
You think about the messes in your head,
You are on earth but you feel like if you were in hell.
I inhale smoke one more time, thinking about her.
You were the best, I scream in my corner.
It is known that you will not come back.
It is said by a voice that the sky is black.
It is said by the voice that the knife is the ticket to escape.
I can see a hanged body in a dark landscape.

#love #suicide #sad #dark #tired

262 · Mar 2016

The problem.

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

The problem.

I want her to be by my side.
She wants him to be by her side.

By me, The Raven.

#love #heartbreak #sadness #lonliness

247 · Mar 2016

Someday.

Steven Guevara Betancur Mar 2016

Someday.

Someday I will get rid of my bad feelings and my bad thoughts. I will get rid of the **** I get in my mind,after all, I will understand that it does not matter if your rotten soul could not find rest. I will use the knife. I will destroy this piece of garbage named body. Someday I will find the peace I have been looking for and I am going to figure out why I came to this world, although, it is clear that every body comes here to die at the end. I will get ride of all the things I keep thinking continuously and drives me crazy. Someday I will get away from this hell, I will meet with my demons and I will **** them; It will be the end of all the sadness, it will be the end of this ******* routine, it's no going to be a tunnel replete of monotony, not anymore. Someday I will not have a life that stinks, is not going to be around me anything which causes disturbs on me. I will not hate myself, because at that moment, there will be no trace of me on the face of this cemetery, filled of viscera and bones alive.

By me, The Raven.

#hate #humanity #horror

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