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As I fall to the ground
I think to myself
"Now is my turn"
"This is the end"
With my ears ringing
And my vision blurry
I think, "how could life be so short?"
Just a moment ago I was breathing
And now I can't seem to find any oxygen
They come running to me
Telling me to hang on to dear life
But I no longer know what life is
Once upon a time, I was as naive as a lamb
But now I am a lion
A dying lion, that Is
With my last breath
I summed up, "Life is what you make of it"
Life is love, Life is hate
Life is death, Life is birth
Life is good, Life is horrible
Life is like Heaven
Life is like Hell
And right now, I am stuck inbetween
Many scenarios are playing in my mind
Some are good, some are bad
Some are a dream, some are a nightmare
But you chose
Whether you live a dream
Or live a nightmare
Whether you are in Heaven
Or in Hell
Whatever you put in to your life
Is what you will get
Live as pure as Mary
Live as peaceful as Jesus
And never betray
And you will see the face of God
Through the gates of Heaven
Where I must go guard now
For now I know what life is
Life is about sacrifice for one another
For our country.
LOVE is LIFE

PAIN leads to the ever so blatant
SAD-faced emo-cased blood-crazed, things.

THOUGHTS can never seem to escape the DEPRESSION.

And,

All YOU can say is that DEATH...
is the friend that needs to be kept.

Because the SADNESS has fueled the tears that have been wept,
and your HEART has leapt lover to lover licking you into the shape
of a person you are now...



Keep your head up Kids...
I find it funny these are the words ALWAYS trending....its depressing....can it stop?
 May 2015 Devin Ortiz
collin
idgaf
 May 2015 Devin Ortiz
collin
wanna hear the secret
to having a perfect day?
don't try at all
and all will be okay
Why is the primal
question.

This was written one
week primary
to the real
encounter
:

Language difference
enables my poignant
ponderings to
hide among
pink puffy tonality
of your beloved
mother's tongue. To
dwelve smooth and
constructively
conducted within
your howlin'
domesticated
vowels. I so
become wonder
writer smitten
softly,
touched
by pleasant words
of other writers.
Not suffering.
As I do
in my
original
vaccinity
of no
distance.
Clouds and thunder
collapse into my
deepest core. Tearing
me there at non
acceptance. I tear my
poems. And throw them
into the abyss. Of no re
turnin'.
My position as a writer regarding the language difference in which my poems are created.

My poems are alive creatures, my 'virtual' little me~s, peculiar  flowerin' beings. I'm proud of them! Most of the time. Within the act of writing we (writers). . . discover magical worlds fulfiled with wonderment.

Insight, inspiration and creativity flow ceaselessly at that moments.

This poem ~"Thank you stranger" ~ is about being more accepted and appreciated by 'strangers' than in my
homeland by poets there.. It makes me sad that I  ~ "can write better" in foreign language than in my beloved mother's tongue... It's just their opinion! I know! I know!!! Yet

I deleted so many of my poems, being dissapointed by their ignorance, sometimes considering myself not to be enough..
Impulsive decisions are regretable! I have missed dearly some of my old poems. . . tearing them, deleting them for ever.

Thank you poets for all the support!
Love and blessings from me! IS:)<3
They try to label me,
Tell me who I'm supposed to be
But I'm not giving in to that.
On a scale from 1 to 10
They try to tell me how I am
But I'm better then that,
I don't need your numbers because

I am perfect as I am
I don't need you to tell me
Who I'm supposed to be.
Hey, why is it we get objectified?
Told we are not perfect as we are
And that we have to change
In order to belong.

Why is it everyone wants to be on top,
Looking like the "perfect" person they see in magazines?
Nobody seems to realise
We're made to be who we are
Not some fake idea
And unrealistic dream where nobody feels good enough.

We are perfect as we are
We can be whoever we choose to be
There's no reason that
We should change at all.
We are not somebody you can alter
Or try and squeeze into that box
We all belong as who we are!

I don't want to sit around waiting for a knight in shining armour
I want to be my own hero
And not let people change that.
Why cant I be who I'm meant to be
Is that so wrong?
Will it ever be seen as perfect
To be who we are?

They try to stick me in that box,
Label me and make me feel small
But I can't give them that power.
On a scale from 1 to 10
I am perfect as I am
I don't need someone telling me who I'm supposed to be,
Because no matter what anyone says we are all perfect as we are.
You were the feather, and I was the paw.
Who could have ever, been the strength that I saw.
 May 2015 Devin Ortiz
lillian
The blood in your veins
haunts me,
I don't know how to turn you away.

Inky comfort
I get lost in your eyes,
Worried there will come a day

When I will not be able to
walk out in time.
Haunted.

You become fantasy,
Following me through the
Raindrops that trickle into my dreams.

Your softer than you seem.
As I roll over in bed, and awaken
To empty sheets,

Infinitely torn between wanting you,
And pushing you aside,
I put out my cigarette in the ashtray,

Before I
Smolder,
Into nothing.
 May 2015 Devin Ortiz
lillian
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in the moment this order’s tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
In the morning I’ll be with you
But it will be a different “kind”
I’ll be holding all the tickets
And you’ll be owning all the fines

Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I’m breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Note mine of course, these beautiful lyrics are performed by Birdy and many others. I just think many can relate.
 May 2015 Devin Ortiz
Reg
I have learned that love can wait
I have learned that love is fate
I have learned that love is fake
I have learned that love is a chance you take

I have learned that love is blind
I have learned not to trust, arms behind
I have learned that love can die
I have learned that love is a tie

I have learned, but many things
I have learned that those who sit on wooden swings,
Faint,
Lonely in the shadows...
Hey! Sorry I haven't been on in a while, but there is so much writing to be posted soon!
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