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A Lopez Sep 2015
Good turns had
Had turns used
And the young
Get abused
When
Will
A
N
Y
O
N
E
Stop the ****
And murders
Of young
Innocent
School learner's.
Is our place really that disgusting.
Yes we should forgive all things
Not me to judge.
But can I still say its still disgusting
Sick they are
Sick at the beginning
They already were
I guess not being brought up with compassion really made them
Bad bad
Rotten Apple's.
Though of course,
Bads always existed in the world.
A Lopez Feb 2016
I was once
Your *****
Now your girl
That's why I
Left
Your sick
Little
World.
A Lopez Jan 2016
A
burgeon-
Of laughs, laughter, and voices-
So many paths, fullness, other half's-
Noone near here, silent voices.
A Lopez Sep 2015
Childish he acted
When I showed him my terror
The terror he gave me
The beast, and player.
I died in footsteps
Quietly I crept
Mouth bludgeoned by his fists
And his false precept.
Picked myself up
In the cool of blank stare,
He rattled me again
The new scars from past:
couldn't compare.
How he dare?
I questioned his sanity
Though knew a demon took him long ago
It was his hand who made him be.
Though forgiveness was key
The best to overcome that mirage
Safety wasn't far away,
I skidded out by car
From the garage.
A Lopez Nov 2015
Invest
I did
Into
Your
Kiss,
Invest
In
This,
Invest
Your kiss,
Interest
Invest
Into
Your
Mist.
Invest
In stress
I'm
Tired
Like the rest.
A Lopez Nov 2015
Just a
Little
Girl
In a
Grown
Mans
World!
A Lopez Aug 2015
Gentle mind
Peaceful path
A
    L
      L
        A
          R
           O
             U
              N
               d
                 M
                   E
     Kisses
                S
                 M
                   O
                     O
                       T
                         H....
A Lopez Aug 2015
The sweetest treat
Is a great kindness
And kindness can come
In the form's of people
Or the form or snacks
And I'll take either.
A Lopez Aug 2015
The snake
N
E
V
E
R
  Bites
O
F
F
M
   O
     R
       E
T
H
En it
C
A n
Ch
Ew.
A Lopez Sep 2015
Freebie's are not
Me, I'm a hardworking
mujer. I take what I can
Get, I give my heart from
What I bet, I leave past behind
And do forget, the crime's of other's
Of fateful mess, but I do my best if
Someone else don't like, it's OK I'm
Fine, I'll be alright, because on when I
Shine, I will pass the other's who do not
My heart was broken long ago, now it's better
I've grown some, I have lost a little, gained some.
Tossed a light extra baggage to the side, sweet twenties,
For some a year for parties, nightclubs and the fake life.
Twenties for me is ballerina and me, my daughter, and I hope
To be somebody's wife.
A Lopez Nov 2015
My mood
Is enhanced, I'll take a chance
At finding amor,
No more
Holding
Back.
No more
Thinking
This
Or that.
Just going for it
No edgy guessing.
Just me,
Something great
Is bound to happen.
A Lopez Sep 2015
Put my heart on a platter
Climb down my spine on
A heartbroken ladder,
Does it matter
If my head gets battered.
All that chatter
Just illness and matter.
I take nothing serious
Since you showed me nothing
Though I will be something
Oh, baby, I will be something.
A Lopez Feb 2016
I'm not the prissy
Kissy kiss me
Type.
Sometimes I go to bed
In pajamas
Sometimes
T-shirt night.
Sometimes I like steak
Well
D
O
N
E.
Sometimes I go south american
Traditionally more fun.
Sometimes I'll talk in
My
Sleep to another smaller child.
The child is me who escapes reality
With her poetry
And life that's
Hot and
Mild.
I escape into my files
Computer or paperwork.
Sometimes I sing tunes of my
Own
R
   U
  I
N
Sometimes I like to take the hurt.

Sometimes I can be sweet
A dumbo
A squirt
If even
I'm eating vegan
I have a Heart of flesh
I bite its ****.

Sometimes I just
Like to be the
Sometime kind of
Gal.
Sometimes I get caught up
Sometimes I'm let down.

Sometimes I cry in a wonderful
Or sadly way. Sometimes is
Sometimes. That
S
    O
   M
E
         T
      I
M
E
    S

Is today.
A Lopez Jan 2016
I'm
A modern
Day
Senora
And a former
Day sora.
Noone knows what
A sora is , it is
A small brown
And Grey bird.

The brown represents
My skin color and the meanwhile the grey represents my pain.
A Lopez May 2016
We give effort for hurting
Another by our action's
We give effort in deserting
Causing sorrowful reaction's
We give effort in not returning
The amor that's given to us
We always want more, selfish
Door's, opening to material stuff.

We give effort in taking, though
Never to give back- we give effort
In debating, instead of listening to
Facts--- we give effort in sleeping,
Not awake to what's around---- we
Give effort in always speaking, though
To listening we give no sound's.

We give substance more importance---
Forgetting the incorporeal existence----
We give darkness calling it light-----
Giving into seducing spirit's-----
We give thing's that have no meaning (meaning)
We take away meaning and replace it
With soulless idol's, and Walmart greetings.
A Lopez Jan 2016
Make
A
Write----
----spill-----
_Your
<3
Out......
A Lopez Oct 2015
I'm hungry for more
Of something I've never gotten
I want amor
I
Want
To
Be
Spoiled
Rotten!
A Lopez Oct 2015
i was hurt
i was stabbed.
From my neck to the back. Reality check.

He took
w
hat he could
grab.
How sad
A Lopez Dec 2015
I extend
I bend
I smile
I grin
Lavished in
A tint
Of Spanish
Moss and American
Mint. Spain swallows my
Eyelid's, takes me to
It's
View.
Haunting
I'm thinking
Of a man just
Like you\
What to
Do,
Keep searching
Or just
Let fate take its course?
I'm just a stained
Glass window,
Looking for my
Church-
A Lopez Nov 2015
There's two certain types of
People in this life. The one's who pick a fight
Or try to pick fight's because their miserable.
And a man who straight up rapes your mind, heart and body.
Which one is better to stand up against?
I say both señorita!
A Lopez Nov 2015
Its not
All
The makeup
I wear
That keeps me having
A glow
That you can't catch.
Its my pain
That leaves in
The rain
A memorable
Stench.
A Lopez May 2016
Starlight-
Starbright
Won't you shine
Your light
Tonight.

See-through
An angel moves
Towards the coffins
Of granite
Groove's.

Cherish all
You can
Today.

Break your
Chains
Make heaven's
Stay.

So do not
Stray away from
Course, let go
Of anger
Human remorse.

For time is
Quick, and time
Is short.

Jump from
The abyss
To gods
Lit porch.

Their will be lanterns
Lit for you
Prayers aren't
Answered by your
Willing moves.

Yes god does hear
He (#) (#)
You through.

If your plans don't
Work, there are
Bigger shoes.

Shoes that you
Cannot surely
Fill, step into
Light and
Indulge in glow
That's real.

Make your
Decisions
Not based on flesh.

See the spirit
Lead you to
It's best.

For your flesh
Will lead you
Astray.

Dios, the answer
To your slumbered
Days.
A Lopez Aug 2015
I  n g       S.
Y             T o h
R          O.       O
T      P.     D   L
Me
B
A
C
K!
A Lopez Aug 2015
Surrender to me
Man of my sleep
Surrender to me
My hand will you keep.
Surrender to me
Surrender a kiss
Surrender to me
You man of fists
Surrender to me
No need to fight
Come surrender to me
Take me tonight .
A Lopez Oct 2015
My atom molecule makeup
Is composed
Of pain
Of
My
Past,
And love forward
For my future.
Hand me
The
Knife
I've learned from
My
Past it's ok
I can do the
suture.
A Lopez Dec 2015
I will make it a life's journey
To lead and not follow.
I will make it a life's journey
For this
Pain
Of
Mine
To swallow.
A Lopez Oct 2015
Some dreams can be sweet
some nightmares can be even sweeter sometimes.
When your dreams are really your nightmare.
A Lopez Jan 2016
I didint come
To
Reason
I came
To make
Poetry
From
Poetic
Symphonies.
A Lopez Nov 2015
What do you want out of life
A husband or boy?
A lady? Or wife?
What do you consider living?
Your heart pumping
And brain beating?
What is all to you
Me or the other girl
Me
Or
The
Shrewd.
A Lopez Feb 2016
I drew a circle
On the map
On the steps
Of my flat
A place of
Serenity
Virtue and
Peace. I knew
Before this
Place of seats.
A seat to sit on,
Became recommenced,
Perched on a tree
In a lovely breeze,
High sprung I rung
Past the old self of
M
E.
Taking notes
Learning
Lessons.
Keeping memories
Of morning blessings,
Putting away in a casket
The fears and questions,
Now again I feel caressing.
A Lopez Feb 2016
Why am I this way
Why
Won't it
Go
A-
Way. No More
Sorrow, come again
Another day. Pain
Opening to scars to tar
Decay. Decayed in
Fleshly illness.

Sick.
Popped brain matter
To make poetry
From slate.
A Lopez Feb 2016
taste<3buds
                                Lost in the honey hole
                            Of depression and loneliness
A Lopez Nov 2015
Masked by beauty
Scarred by grace
Painfully waiting
My love, my place
Is this the best
Of
Life's
Taste?
A Lopez Apr 2016
Open
Ears
Shut
Fears
Downed
Drowned
In years
Of tears
I've never
Known

Like today-
A Lopez Jan 2016
Loving
Breathing
Seeing.

Is believing.

Mouth opened
Teeth bleeding.

Of poets
Amor.
A Lopez Jan 2016
Upon the
Horizon,
I'm ex-CITED,
The storms I've
Rode, and still
Riding. Makes me
Think there is more
Than just me, there is!
Truth! Verity! Reality!
Actuality, peacefully
Totality! I don't want
The malicy, you who
Cut-me-bleed-me-****-
Me-see
Me
I'm breathing,
Life's easy,
Take it easy.
Slow down.
We have no one to judge.
But God will judge all.
I ride the see-saw
I climb up
I
.
F
A
L
L

But I rise back up again
With the impor-
Tance. Of amor
From family,
And good
Trust
Of
Verified
Friend's.
A Lopez Jan 2016
Lost my
Want for
Doing the bad
Temptational
Things------
I realized
Temptation
Isn't
So nice------
When it's
Your own heart
That stings.
A Lopez Jun 2016
A smile for a while
A grin for a time
A laugh, one chuckle
No money for a rhyme-----
D
O
W
N
B
  E
L
  O
W
A poet goes
Hoping to get just one
View---- a poet is born
By the millisecond
A window of
opportune.
Some poets dream
Of Mars
Some the stars, sun and moon.
Some are rich and some are poor-----
Some have houses
Yet no money for a bedroom door
Some poets write with pens
Others write with their teeth,
Other poet's write with pain and excite
Some poets write rapping streets
Some poets write of amor, some write of drug use
Of their future's in store.
Some poets write for fun and play
Some write of their deaths
Some in June and may
Some poet's change their lives
As others write sweet lullaby's
Some poets are me and you
The someone's are somebody's
That someone is you.
A Lopez Jan 2016
I was made to turn
The page
To
A new chapter
Of rage,
Renewed
In amor
Today!
No longer
Encaged,
But I escaped
To a grace
Of epiphany
Place
A Lopez Apr 2016
Tiger's await their prey,
Big cat's sit
And
Wait for-
A ****.
Snakes always bite\
Poisonous (never enough)
Their fang's get no fill.
A Lopez Mar 2016
There's
A heavy
Burden
Upon my
Shoulder's.
I'm sick of
Playing the
Clown,
My edge
Is getting
Closer.
A Lopez Apr 2016
The coco's haunt me
In my sleepless nights,
When my pillow gets
Cold, I shiver.

Splinter's
In the dark grow
Piercing to eye's
That quiver.

Sometimes I worry of the
Sunset.

Of the pesantas
In all forms
They come,
Grab
Rip.

Devotion to the
Light, keeps me
Rooted, the darkness
Always goes,
When Dios
I call to,
When the air reek's
As mold.
The Coco (or Cuco, Coca, Cuca, Cucuy) is a mythical ghost-monster, equivalent to the bogeyman, found in many Hispanic and Lusophone countries. He can also be considered a Hispanic version of a bugbear,[1] as it is a commonly used figure of speech representing an irrational or exaggerated fear. The Coco is a male being while Coca is the female version of the mythical monster, although it is not possible to distinguish one from the other as both are the representation of the same being.Pesanta
In Catalan legend and popular culture, the Pesanta (Catalan pronunciation: [pəˈzantə], Western Catalan: [peˈzanta]) is an enormous dog (or sometimes a cat) that goes into people's houses in the night and puts itself on their chests making it difficult for them to breathe and causing them the most horrible nightmares. The Pesanta is black and hairy, with steel paws, but with holes so it can't take anything- wanted to throw out what I wrote about is all, gracias
A Lopez Apr 2016
Sometimes it
Takes a
Cut or
A burn
To remember
It's reality
Around the
Corner
Making way
To your turn,
Making way
To your
Urn,
As actuality
Hit's you-
The saying
(Ashes to ashes)
(Dust to dust)
Though after
I remember that
Line--- I remember again
Our bodies are just crab shell's
For the crux
Inside of us.
A Lopez Jan 2016
I can never forget
Your silver
T

O

N

G

U

E... And your fast wit.
The way you casted
Spells on these
Spaniard hips.

I can never forget
Your wicked kiss.

Like eve drew in Adam
You cursed my
Hearts
G
R
I
P.
A Lopez Mar 2016
Today I choose
To
Open
M
Y eyes. Today I choose
Humbling,
Setting
Away pride.
Today I choose the right
To freedom.
Living
Life.
independence, liberty
The happiness
Oh my.
The peacefulness oh
My!
The autonomy
Of being aloud
To be.
Careless
Happy
Free.
Just like my god
Made me to
Be
A Lopez Sep 2015
I never knew beautiful
Until you came along
My
L
   I
      T
        T
       L
    E
Ballerina.
A Lopez Sep 2015
The joy of living
Is not living
At all.
A Lopez Apr 2016
Smoking crux
In its time

Like a diamond
To me it shines.

The vessel rewinds
Beats so steady-
The heart is
Soft, though
Hardness heavy.

So many follow
And choose the
Path, of hardening
Their drumming

Jingle flasks.

Some flasks hold
Pure good blood,
Some are in dying,

Some live for love-
My heart has let go
Of all former aches,
My heart now bongo's
To tempos grace.
A Lopez Nov 2015
Add me to your
Contact list
Senor
So I
Can
Show
You what
A real phone call
Really means.

I've been
Lonely
As it
Seems.

Should I scream?
Or wait until
I get
One last
Call.
A Lopez Mar 2016
Wild woman of
The wilderness
Not giving into
The Wiles of my
Past. Ravenous
For multicolor
Glass, to see
Through the
Kaleidoscope
Of endearment.
Attachment I
Feel it, as
materfamilias
Of  the most
Extreme commitment
Where amor is the door
You take in and out.
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