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He tried to tell her she was perfect,
but she couldn’t believe him.
She wanted to, he could tell she really did,
but she just couldn’t believe him,
‘cause what she saw in the mirror reflected a much different story
than the one he was telling her.
Written on June 11, 1998
Composition number: 47
My dearest Gianni,
I would never had imagined this feeling could be so deep.
You don’t know this, but I love writing poetry,
this is how I let out my each and every feeling.
I don’t even know what I’ll say about it,
all I know is that every word I’m about to write is coming from within.
I just hope one day you’ll get to read this,
‘cause it’s when I experienced love at its purest.

You came into this world on February 17, 2004;
by coincidence, the same day I came to visit unannounced.
As soon as I found out about you I went to see you
and when I saw you in your mom's arms my heart melted to the ground.
I still remember your mom's face when she saw me.
It had been 3 years since we had seen and talked to each other.
I quickly held you in my arms and put my finger between your tiny hands.
You’ll never remember that day, but I’ll never forget what that day did to me.
On that day you changed many lives, including mine
and I’m so glad that I made it just in time.
For the world you may be just another child,
but for me, you're a very special one.
You should know that this world we live in, sadly is difficult to deal with.
As you grow older, you’ll understand what I’m saying.
Dreams will come true and dreams will get broken.
You will experience life and all its wonders.
You will learn a lot, both good and bad things,
but if you choose well, you'll see that life is a beautiful thing.

PS, you have given me so much
in the short time you’ve been with us.
I am thankful to Jehovah for you
and I will always be here for you.
Written on February 27, 2004
Composition number: 174
Beautiful sky, where have you gone?
My self-misconception has left me in the middle of the storm.
I’ve taken for granted, all the kindness that I have found
and when I lost it all, I came crashing down.

Beautiful morning, wake me from this bad dream,
‘cause it’s shattered me into pieces and I need my sanity.
Comfort me through this disheartening state that I’m in,
since nobody notices where I end and where I begin.

Beautiful life, why are you going away?
One ****** mistake and you take everything away.
Here comes the night, where nightmares play their game.
Oh, how I long for your loving warm embrace!

It’s hard to pretend,
silence can no longer stay hidden.
I beg for forgiveness,
I beg for mercy and tenderness.
I beg for the answers
and the way to your righteousness.
Written on December 24, 2012
Composition number: 421
Lost in the wilderness is where you found me;
far away from the roads of the ordinary.
I was there all by myself
and never thought I’d find anything or anyone else.
I was resolved to be content in my solitude;
determined that to live in emptiness was more than enough.
Then you came and showed me love.
You fought for me and gave me love.
You proved that love wasn’t broken at all
and for the first time in a long time I wasn’t lost.
Written on March 13, 2005
Composition number: 202
I went out for a ride trying to find something interesting,
trying to clear my mind off things,
yet all I keep thinking is about you and me;
the way I want it to be and the way it really is.

I don’t know why everything we do feels so wrong.
We’re like a broken record that repeats the same irritating song.
Trapped in a car that seems to get tinier and uncomfortable
and each promise we make floats away in a bubble.  

Apparently, our promises are made to fill our empty spaces, the void we feel about each other;
they’re pretentious and boring, heavy with the unwavering longing we have for each other.

I don’t hate “us”,
but right now, I can’t stand us.
Written on February 22, 2003
Composition number 150
There are people who believe that they own me,
but they're mistaken, ‘cause no one owns me but me.
And these same people believe that without them I’m nobody.
They’re wolves disguised as sheep.

There are people who see my life as an entertainment
and they spend their every effort trying to get more people to join their game.
And these same people would do anything to see me defeated.
An enemy disguised as a friend.

There are people who are the literal description of a snake.
They’ll slowly swallow you whole until they’re well fed.
And these same snakes will ***** you to feast on you later.
A hater disguised as a lover.

They call themselves besties
as long as they have you by your testies.
Learn to see right through the “trust in me” trick
and trust no frenemy.
They're as cheap as a ***** on Hubbard Street
and as fake as her silicone ****.

Listen to me carefully before my voice fades away.
What does your intuition have to say?
Written on March 9, 2012
Composition number: 396
I gave you everything that you asked for and more
and *****, look what you’ve done!
You well know what I got can’t be bought at a store
and *****, you are a joke!

You wash your hands for letting me go,
well there's a place you can also go.
It’s a place where you belong,
but it’s a surprise what I have in store.

After I taught you all the things you now know,
*****, look what you’ve done!
You saw my magic trick and wanted to claim it as your own.
*****, you are a joke.

Before I let you take it all
and leave me here with nothing at all,
get on your knees while I bend down
and kiss my a$$, you filthy *****.

Kiss it, ******, kiss it, nasty.
It’s not sacred and immaculate.
You’re so ***** you might like it.
Consider this a blessing, you so well deserve it.
Kiss it, ******, kiss it, nasty.
Don’t it taste like your husband’s lips?
You’re so filthy you might like it.
Don’t it taste like your lover’s lips?
Written on April 21, 2015
Composition number: 492
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