Francisco DH: Poems

546 · Sep 2013

Mistake

Francisco DH Sep 2013

Mistake

The point of making one
is not to make the same mistake
even if you want to.

542 · Jul 2014

Fiery Poets

Francisco DH Jul 2014

Fiery Poets

And then the spark trickles, tickles, travels down our veins
and into our hearts.
It ignites words into fiery arrows
puncturing the sagging silence
into something we call art.

It's the sad truth of oppression
We face in our daily lives.
In amplified aggression
when we let our words fly.

Fiery Poets
are here to burn a holes in the world's illusion of reality.

Fiery Poets
Let your words engulf the world in flames.

542 · Sep 2014

Purple Flowers

Francisco DH Sep 2014

Purple Flowers

In the meadows where trees are seldom,
purple flowers congregate.
Their petals flutter as they mutter
hidden by the breeze.
In the meadow where trees are seldom,
purple flowers congregate
Their stems contort as they abort
dew from their leaves.
In the meadows are purple flowers.
Are those flowers free?

541 · Aug 2013

I liked sitting next to you

Francisco DH Aug 2013

I liked sitting next to you

Sitting right beside you, I just felt an awareness.
Every touch.
Every vibration.
Every breath.
I was aware of everything.
and Iiked it.

I liked it.
Every touch sent chills through out my body.
chilling my spine.
My mind.
My heart.

Every vibration vibrated my soul.
Vibrated my soul.
vibrated my very core.

Every breath cooled and warmed my neck.
Sent me to the wind.
Sent me to the sun..
And i liked it.

This might sound cliche or cheesy
or just plain wrong but i dont care.
I liked it.

Sitting next to him i felt something. inspiration to write about him.

541 · Oct 2013

You Are Worth it

Francisco DH Oct 2013

You Are Worth it

But then he turned with his back towards me cutting the cord of our conversion.
What wanted to be said got shoved back in my throat and I choked as I tried to swallow every letter every syllable.
I too turned and opened the door leading to the stairs.
With every step his words echoed and I tried to understand what he meant.
At the top I gave up and took a deep breath.
I let my self turn and closed my eyes.
The stillness of the area made it that much harder to do what I did.
It was as if an audience drew breath, not wanting their breathing to interrupt the scene that was to transpire.
I too drew in my breath and waited. The stillness was no longer still as white noise entertained my ears.
Every where in my body there was fire as the CO2 wanted to escape.
I opened my mouth the CO2 rushed trying to distance its self from me. But with it "You are worth it" flew out echoing and bouncing off the walls.
But he never heard those words for the cord for conversion was severed once his was turned.
But if it were to happen again I would let him know with an embrace, a kiss that he is worth it.

540 · Nov 2014

Discarded

Francisco DH Nov 2014

Discarded

How has it come to this?
A book once vibrant in cover and fluent in language
Now tattered and dropped into a recycle bin.
I can hear them now,
The many in the landfills and recycle plants
“Judge me not by my remains but by my essence.”
But we discard based on looks and physical holes in plots.
We ignore the beauty of language and character development
For pristine copies of the new
When sometimes
The old would have worked just as well.
A book once vibrant in cover and fluent in being
Now tattered and forgotten.
How has it come to this?

536 · Apr 2013

Reality

Francisco DH Apr 2013

Reality

Wishes are for children
Dreaming also
Reality is too strong to ignore because it hits you everyday
Reminding you that it's always going to be there
And there isn't time to wish and dream.

536 · Sep 2013

A.N.T.H.O.N.Y II

Francisco DH Sep 2013

A.N.T.H.O.N.Y II

And life went on while you went away
No Crashing of the stars, no stopping of the world Nothing.
Today I saw you and my heart fluttered but it wasn't that big of flutter like it use to be.
Ha, maybe you are not my whole world like I use to think maybe just a part that makes my life more sweet.
Or maybe I am getting use to not having you and already moving on to the guy who makes me laugh
all the time, to the one who speaks adorably, to the one who's touch still lingers even when he is gone.
No Crashing of the stars nor moon with Earth, nothing
Y*ou I still like but I don't know. I don't know how to go about anything anymore.

535 · Feb 2013

Candy Gram

Francisco DH Feb 2013

Candy Gram

That candy Gram that you got no longer means I like you
Or I want to be your Valentine.

It is no longer given out of my heart
More out of the kindness of my heart

Cause After you did what you did
My feelings changed

Now that Sucker that you **** on is a sucker of friendship nothing else

535 · Jan 2013

Unworthy

Francisco DH Jan 2013

Unworthy

Death seems like the only option
Death seems comforting,
Not something to fear but something to welcome
But I can not die

I can not die because I am not worthy of death
I am not worthy to be hugged with darkness and silence
Death doesn't want me nor does life
I am not worthy to breathe
To eat the fruit bared by earth
I am not worthy to live Nor I am worthy to die

Wrote this and felt better afterwards
Poetry I love it that it helps me

534 · Apr 2013

Untitled

Francisco DH Apr 2013

Untitled

I had a dream.
In this dream ,that my mind conjured up for my enjoyment while my body rested, you were there.
I was there and some random lady who was a TV personality was also there.
We were all talking and having fun.
You smiled as she made a joke and my eyes lingered at your lips.
I wanted to kiss you but knowing how you didn't know yourself I contained myself to the spot I was standing in. and Plus I didn't want to do it in front of her cause she gave me the creeps.

You reached into your pockets and there was 30 dollars. You thought you placed them back in but I saw them falling. Twirling like Maple leaves onto the damp floor.
I picked it up and and called your name but you already went.
I spent my time throughout the whole dream trying to find you.
Jogging down stairs I didn't even know Ours school had.
Asking people if they have seen you
I searched and searched but to no avail.

I was left with nothing more than 30 dollars and a sadness that began to sweep it's self over me.
Then the cops came and I was running from them for no reason
then I woke up.

533 · Sep 2013

Forgiveness

Francisco DH Sep 2013

Forgiveness

Forgiveness comes easily
Something you breathe everyday
Something that needs to be there just in case you need it.

You get angry when something is done
but then you let the anger disappear like your half awake dreams
And the forgiveness comes to the rescue.
Love is a complicated thing

531 · Mar 2013

tears you make me shed

Francisco DH Mar 2013

tears you make me shed

These tears that were shed last night
Were not for the one way love
But for the denial to know
To know who he was

Not his name cause I already know it
But who he was as a person

These tears that were shed last night
Were not cause I had enough
But because I am not accepted

From the way you speak
From the way you look at me
From the way you make me feel

I spent all night last night fighting thoughts of death
Ignoring the way they made death sound sweet
I fought the urge to take my last breath
Fought the urge to accept defeat

I need to stop letting you through the walls
And get up the i fall
Just because you are my mother
Doesn't mean i want find another
I am tired of all the things you make me feelall you do is peel
Me slowly you need to stop please
I am tried of all these tears i shed because of you

527 · Jan 2014

Flipping My Coin

Francisco DH Jan 2014

Flipping My Coin

My coin
with it's many faces
flips in the air.
It switches sides
too many times
And I cannot bare
It in the air
When will it land
On heads or on tails?

Hormones just make it harder to live.
How is it possible to feel all the feelings and yet feel empty.
Teen problem -_- uh

527 · Oct 2013

Why do we write Heart broken love poems?

Francisco DH Oct 2013

Why do we write Heart broken love poems?

Because once we are snagged by the hook of their words
We sometimes want to release the pain.
We want to let the words speak for us while we take a back seat

Because once our hearts are chained to their power
we sometimes need to let the screams fill the pages in ALL CAPS.
Sometimes we need to bury our pain with lead and shavings.

Because sometimes the only thing that is stable is the rhymes and stanzas
The structure of 5-7-5 gives us control
The freestyles might not be enough
but they at least let us express how we feel with out being turned down.

This is why we write Heart Broken Love Poems.

526 · May 2014

Savoring what's not there II

Francisco DH May 2014

Savoring what's not there II

Curious eyes observe your gazes
Longing to be captivated with her beauty.
Expressions of love are handed out with killer smiles attempting to lure in her beauty.
I declare
" I do not care"
But these are empty words
Curious eyes are stung with tears
My beauty ignored.

Your hugs bring about a smile from underneath the shards
Only to be torn into bits of bitterness
For my beauty is of no importance.

The sun is too distant to hold much merit
but close for the feels to increase in intensity.
The Moon is a reminder: closeness does not mean closeness obtained.

But I will savor those moments when we do come close
Even if I can't have your love

Re-wrote savoring What's not there I
Gonnna be doing alot more re-writing :D

#love #rewrite

526 · Sep 2013

Cuts

Francisco DH Sep 2013

Cuts

Etching the pencil deeper, tearing the skin.
Engraving the pain onto some visible canvas
The paper screams what I want to scream
Cussing and yelling words I dont say often
The blood doesnt trickle run, or smudge.
It stays stationary blood.
I carve the words, bleed the paper
and will continue to do so
so i wont cut myself

523 · Feb 2013

Scrabbled Poem III

Francisco DH Feb 2013

Scrabbled Poem III

WHAT
A
SAID


WHAT
A
SHARED

WHAT
     A
      P
      P
       E
        N
         E
          D

......To you

521 · Aug 2013

The Rain II

Francisco DH Aug 2013

The Rain II

The rain greets me,
Touching my face
Gently,
Caressing my face
Sweetly.

The rain talks to me.
Echoing in my ears
softly,
whispering in my ears
lovingly.

The rain leaves me
Distancing itself from me
Quickly
moving away from me swiftly.

Just a poem a wrote the other day. It rained and I felt love sick hahaha so why not combine the two somehow.

519 · Jan 2013

Take Me Or Leave Me

Francisco DH Jan 2013

Take Me Or Leave Me

I am tired of all this ******* flying through the fan
I closed the closet door so I can be a “man”
Alone in the darkness
I start to get a thought
I shouldn’t be locked up here
Cause my people, they fought

I’m tearing the hinges, cracking the walls
Loving who I want shouldn’t be against the law
You spit out words, you make violent actions
But loving a man gives me satisfaction
So we will pour are love to put out your matches

You tell me that I should stop thinking stupid things
But these are not thoughts, they are my feelings
They can’t change, and though this might sound cliché
I was born this way, I am sorry your son was born gay
But stop hating, stop degrading, stop trying to change me
Cause I am a human, a human being
Cause I am not a puppet and you the master pulling the strings
I am not a robot who can’t feel a thing
Your words hurt though I might not show
They always hit me high, the middle, and low
And you know,
I just might end up leaving

You can take me as I come
And we can try to fix what got broken
But none of it will ever be forgotten
And no forgiveness cause you weren’t jokin’

Or you can leave me
Like I am trash that needs to be taken out
You can cut me from the pictures
You can scrub me from your memories
Anything to make me gone
Frankly I don’t care
Because either way
No matter what you do
I will be me
I will be free
The choice is up to you

Suppose to be a rap :P

518 · May 2014

Masks

Francisco DH May 2014

Masks

I wear my insensitivity along with my silence well.
Under those materials No one can tell
That I am messed up inside.
Or can they?

516 · Oct 2013

Poetically Sad

Francisco DH Oct 2013

Poetically Sad

My tears fell hitting the veins connecting my blood to my heart
My sobs echoed throughout my body rattling my rib cage
But all does not matter no one can read the face of stone I show.
And that is how it should be.

516 · Apr 2013

Heartbreak Melody I (Revised)

Francisco DH Apr 2013

Heartbreak Melody I (Revised)

Can you hear the noise when a heart breaks?
Could you hear mine?
I did.

I felt the hums and I heard the creaks
Then the groans echoed throughout my body.
It cracked once, It cracked twice, then it shattered.
It felt like shards of glass against the arteries,
Against the inner walls.

Could you hear my somber tune?
Can you hear the song a heart creates when it is broken?
I did.

516 · Apr 2013

So you Ate from that Tree millons of years ago and we still get punished?

Francisco DH Apr 2013

So you Ate from that Tree millons of years ago and we still get punished?

You couldn't help yourself could you?
You had to listen to that snake that was basically telling you sweet nothings.
Didn't you at least once questioned why a snake was talking to you in the first place?
I am pretty sure that it was the only creature that could talk so why weren't you like
OHHHH HELLL NO

You ate the fruit cause it's suppose to give you wisdom
Yeah it gave you wisdom only because you made a mistake

Then you had to share the wealth with Adam
it's bad enough you went out and believed a snake, maybe you were high or something,
But you had to get poor little Adam in trouble too.

Now he made a mistake and got wiser
now Because of y'all two we all grow old and die
Women have to have pain when giving birth
Men have to break their backs picking up weeds and junk

This is all true
It's according to the bible
but what gets me
is that Snake talked
and you didn't even blink an eye.

516 · Nov 2012

Facebook Message....again

Francisco DH Nov 2012

Facebook Message....again

With the ping that message gives
I look at the tab and see the name
The name I have loved for the longest time
But I know it is someone else
and that gives me a smile

I am done with the other name
That name will not be meaning for the other
But for the one I am talkng to now

so I open the facebook message
happy that I have forgotten
The other one should have known

Now this one we will see where it goes
But hopefully I dont go back to the other
and wish that its his name that I see
We will have to wait and see

515 · Oct 2013

What's in a nudge?

Francisco DH Oct 2013

What's in a nudge?

What's in a nudge?
Only signals that send your head spinning.
What's in a touch?
Only feelings that you can't help feeling.

Did he climb the rope I let down so he can be closer to my heart
Does he feel the confusion ,like I do, in his heart

What's in a nudge?
What's in a touch?
Could be something
but then again could be
Nothing

513 · Sep 2013

Yes/No

Francisco DH Sep 2013

Yes/No

Yes, I am mad that you are dating her
and
No, I won't be fine.

Yes, I want to cry some tears
but
No, I won't let them fall.

Yes, I want to punch you
but
No, I won't can't mess with that cute face.

Yes, I am jealous
but
no, I won't try and mess with y'alls relationship

Yes, I want to kiss your cheek again
but
No, I can't, won't again.

yes, This hurts unlike the other times
but
No, I can't let you see it.

Yes, I will admire you
and
No, I won't look away

yes,
No,
Yes,
No

512 · Feb 2013

Scrabbled Poem II

Francisco DH Feb 2013

Scrabbled Poem II

No more
O
t
h
I
n
gone forever
     E
    V
e
R     again

510 · May 2014

Identities

Francisco DH May 2014

Identities

Where are the grass stains I must obtain on my white t-shirt to establish my wiliness to “get *****”?
Where are the ****** urges I must purge with ******, lewd, and snide jokes of the opposite ***? Where is the confidence I must amplify with impulsivity so reason is kept captive somewhere, hidden from consciousness?
Where is my preordained disposition in giving commands to ones not fit for a position of authority?
Where is my masculinity?

Where are the words, long in lettering, that captivate not the attention of comprehension but of curiosity amongst others?
Where are the capabilities of manipulating numbers in a way one performs faster than the standard calculating machine?
Where are the messages I must retain once I completed the reading of a book?
Where is my Intellectuality?

Where is my sense of correlation of colors and patterns, of fabrics, of style?
Where is my aversion to the concept of bruising one’s body for rough play tends to direct in that direction?
Where is the decibel of higher vocals?
Where are the strides taken with more movement ‘round the hips?
Where is my homosexuality?

Where is my ability to manage my tongue in that it is capable of switching spoken words to fit them who cannot understand?
Where my culinary skills in creating edible sources of energy that are saturated in spice and colors?
Where is my Latinity?

Where are my products of raw originality?
Where are my thought provoking notions held together by a commonality: my mind?
Where are my blueprints, harboring designs for the business I have yet to construct?
Where is my Americanity?

Answer:
Snitched into my fabric,
Welded and wrought into my frame,
Liquefied and pressurized
Revised and ratified
Into me.

Just alot is going on

#idenity

509 · Oct 2013

On the Deck (For Ilion gray)

Francisco DH Oct 2013

On the Deck (For Ilion gray)

I stare into the water and see my reflection
But where does he see all the perfection.
What does he see?
What does his eyes marvel at when mine close at everything?

He stares into the water not knowing that he is perfect
Wonders if he is worth it
Telling me to find someone who is worth it
But he was and still is worth it

The other stares not knowing that he is at sight to behold.
He sees the imperfections like a critic would see a piece of art
Ignoring the paint that was placed with such a delicate hand
and focusing on the wrong crooked incorrect lines.

Who else needs to take a walk on the decK

Ilion gray, I tired so here what I got might try again with another photo

505 · Feb 2014

Misconception

Francisco DH Feb 2014

Misconception

And then I lost myself in your meadows
  A foolish thing to do.
I took in the scent of flowers petals
   A foolish thing to do.
I warmed at your Sun's "hello"
  A foolish thing to do.
Why I fell for this fellow?
   He had a pleasant view.

Took a line

504 · Jul 2014

Note: Boy to Girl

Francisco DH Jul 2014

Note: Boy to Girl

Please forgive me for intruding your personal space
and sliding this note into your purse when you looked away for a slight moment.

It's just I found something appealing in your eyes
Something profound
A deeper meaning within the color of your eyes
Simply I found
Them to be a tool in depriving me of oxygen.

Again forgive me.

-The Guy who met you yesterday

A friend wanted me to write a poem about a guy liking a girl and this is all Icould come up with... lol

503 · Aug 2014

Dream

Francisco DH Aug 2014

Dream

Last night I dreamnt
I was a middle aged man running from the law.
The buttoned up shirt once white
Gasped and sighed with the wallowing of the wind.
It's tattered tongues trembled, trickling blood from a gaping hole in my chest.
And I caught my breath

Caught the specks of dust along the corners of my lips
Caught the murmuring of animals, the vagabonds of night
but not th-

Not an actual dream but I felt like that when I woke up (shrugs)

500 · Aug 2013

Yeah...

Francisco DH Aug 2013

Yeah...

Yeah...my heart is broken.....but .......it will be reassembled....and beat faster.....every.....time...I see him..........and break again.....and again....and again.....

Yeah...my heart is calling....but...it will lose it's voice......and stay silent.....regain vocal sounds......every time.....he speaks to me......and be lost....again, and again........and ....again.

Yeah.... I love him....that *******....my *******....my *******.....

yeah.... I cry...for him....cause of him....
yeah.... he is on my mind......every day......every night

yeah.... I love him........................................... I ......love.....him.

Yeah.......

500 · Jan 2014

Ripples(10W)

Francisco DH Jan 2014

Ripples(10W)

The memory of you is the ripples that always echo.

499 · Dec 2012

TTYL

Francisco DH Dec 2012

TTYL

Talk to you later I will say
Not Goodbye nor Farewell
Because in doing so I will be admitting that you are leaving

I will not hug you, with wet eyes and a mind wishing you'll stay
I will fight the urge of running towards you as you walk away
because I will lie to myself and tell
That I will TTYL

I will shake your hand with a firm grasp and pat you on the back
I will let your hand slip away and my voice will not crack
When I speak those words with a heavy heart,
Knowing I might not ever see you again,
TTYL

498 · Jul 2013

Foolishness

Francisco DH Jul 2013

Foolishness

I have never been more afraid of the dark than now.
All the emptyness that occupied what should have been light
made me realize that I myself am empty and filled with foolishness, filled to the brim with nothing but foolishness.

498 · Nov 2014

Association

Francisco DH Nov 2014

Association

My mind is like abstract art tinted in many colors of red,
like my heart blew apart, splintering, puncturing now I am dead,
like horrid lamentation smeared with tears of the barely alive,
like a hungry nation spoon fed to think they can no longer strive,
like a child who attempts jumping the hurdles but ends up hurt,
like a man who repents only to realize he never got burnt.

495 · Jan 2013

Really?.....

Francisco DH Jan 2013

Really?.....

I saw this article
It screamed
Leah Shipman, Ex-Teacher, Marries North Carolina Student She Was Accused Of Having *** With

I read it and now I am furious
I am sick
I am disgusted

She had *** with him when he was 15
She gets married to him Yay for them
But for me

I am prohibited
Not allowed
Restricted from marrying the guy I want

Good Job Society
Good Job North Carolina
Good Job

495 · Oct 2014

Untitled

Francisco DH Oct 2014

Untitled

If it were only me I would stand in the line of fire
feel my body turned gymnast contort as the bullets riddle
kiss the ground with prideful lips, rise, and implore for more.

but life is a cruel dictator and commends my brethren to torture along side of me.

495 · Apr 2013

Nothing but Air.

Francisco DH Apr 2013

Nothing but Air.

Late at night when all are asleep
I lay in the bed and the thought of you knocks on my door.
Should I open and let my imagination fill in the void?
Let your invisible arms wrap around me?
Let your fingers play with my hair as you breathe into my neck?
Or should I not bother at all and let you keep knocking?
Let you get tired of knocking at my door that I refuse to open because letting you in is like letting the bugs in?
Let the thought of you float in the air but not bother to reach out and grab hold of it?
Let myself be lonely because I know that in reality this would never happen?

All these questions I don't have time to think about
Because I already opened the door.
The impulsive and lonely part of me already took the initiative and let the thought of you in.
I snuggle upon your chest and take in your cologne.
I hug you and bury my nose onto your neck.
I begin kissing you and letting my instinct take over I whisper your name.
I feel you. Feel your presence. But I also feel the air.

494 · Nov 2012

Inbetween

Francisco DH Nov 2012

Inbetween

Her hand travels to my own with confidence and that confidence is boosted
When her hand fits like a glove
She looks at me sweetly and bats those green eyes and I smile back
But its a false smile

How long can this Charade last?
How long before I crack?
I don't know the answer so I keep playing

My heart beats for her, but not only for her
It beats for another who I cannot have
it bleeds for her but not only for her
The blood that trickles is for another

Broken In two instead of remianing intact
How can this be? How can this be?
How Can I be Inbetween?

494 · Jun 2013

Scrabbled Poem IV

Francisco DH Jun 2013

Scrabbled Poem IV

LOVE
I
F
THE
SOUL

493 · Apr 2013

So, is it War? II

Francisco DH Apr 2013

So, is it War? II

Enemy in sight and I crouch behind the tree.
Sweat rolls from my forehead onto my cheek.
There is a thumping in my ear and I realize that it's the blood being pushed quickly by my heart.

I whisper to my sweet Roger
He is ready.
The Enemy is in sight.
Does he know that his life is about to end.
That each breath is closer to death.
That each second that goes by is a second closer to death.

I **** Roger and he clicks.

The enemy stops all movement, stops all vibrations.
I have a shot.

I take it.

The shot echos throughout woods.

He is dead.

492 · Nov 2013

Having not A heart

Francisco DH Nov 2013

Having not A heart

The wind shreds at the tattered remains of his heart
And steals the pieces, scattering them every which way.
What's suppose to be the agonizing perception of being in pain
is the perception of relief.
No longer will tears hit the the broken remnants to play the somber tune of heart break.
No longer will words be able to salt his exposed arteries.
No longer will he feel the silence dance around him getting closer and closer when he is alone.
For not bearing a heart
leaves no heart to bear scars
and perceive pain

491 · Aug 2014

Time: 2.06 AM

Francisco DH Aug 2014

Time: 2.06 AM

My soul
is it just a collage of many experiences bound within a host
And death of the host releases this collage until it is reborn?

Some believe that we are reincarnated and at the moment I am inclined to believe them.

#thoughts #thinking #reincarnation

489 · Dec 2014

Paint Me a Picture II

Francisco DH Dec 2014

Paint Me a Picture II

Paint Me a Picture

Paint me a picture
With fiery red clashing with sentimental blue
With groovy orange dancing with golden yellow
With hidden messages etched in the pigment

Paint me a picture
Where lamentation of the ****** is naught
Where trumpets announce the coming of conviviality
Where the background is illuminated with fierce fireworks

Paint me a picture

Rewrite

489 · Feb 2013

FISH

Francisco DH Feb 2013

FISH

Finally
Ignoring
Something
Happened for me to forget.

488 · Dec 2014

Origins

Francisco DH Dec 2014

Origins

It has been said that my mother came from floor cleaners and fruit picking.
It has been said that my father came from chicken coops and lawn mowers.
Would it be said I came from ink stains and sidewalks?

488 · Sep 2013

L.O.V.E III

Francisco DH Sep 2013

L.O.V.E III

Left with nothing save a memory folded neatly in my pocket
Only this and nothing more.
Very slowly I take it out and feel the ruff edges and soft sides.
Every now and then I open it to see the rose that is drawn inside.

Left with nothing but a token of what could have been.
Only this and nothing more.
Volumes are spoken on this paper with every curve
Every line drawn.

Let it, I let it fill my heart with wanting and longing, let it shower me with the love I have
Only to feel my heart heavy with all the feelings I don't want but want.
Vexing this is, I don't understand it.
Every Time I see you I hold it close to me.