What you talkin **** for? Baby, why ya mad?
Face it, it's the TRUTH, I'm the BEST  you've ever had!
I stuck with you, with all the pain you brought.
Are you mad that you cheated? or mad that you got caught?!?
Don't deny it, I'm naive, not stupid,
My heart got shot, too bad it wasn't Cupid
And that arrowhead was filled full of venom.
Your friends can think whatever, I don't care what you tell 'em
Cuz we know the truth, so trust me, I am done.
You should check your watch...
..It's time to move on.

I know you'll miss me when I'm gone.
You'll miss my warmth, the spark we had on the tip of your tongue.
The smell of my cologne,
Those restless nights, our songs,
You should've kissed me one last time,
you'll miss me when I'm gone.

To the moral of the story, I can be your trickster
You can be my missy, I can be your mister,
Let me be the twister, be the wind all around me,
surrounding, raging a storm and astounding,
A maelstrom of air compounding, breeze by breeze,
leaves on trees, you can dance on me,
and we, can see, our future so clearly, vividly,
creating a 'you and me' into 'we'.
thus, simply, living contently.

Hay mucha negatividad.
No tanta caridad
Porque no todo el año?
Porque hacernos daño?
Hasta los amigos mas cercanos se convierten en extraños
And I don't understand it,
What's wrong with this planet?
Why is there such evil?
If there's a God then why'd he plan it?
El hombre ha matado mucho mas que cualquier cancer.
There's way too many questions,
And not nearly enough answers.

I came into existence the 12th of February.
Blessed, guess it was hereditary.
Both tryin to be something,
Literally came with nothing,
My parents heard the negativity,
... But thought none of it.
My mother was so strong.
Though she was faced with doom.
She grit her teeth and pulled through,
And held me deeply in her womb.
My father persevered, shed tears and blood and sweat,
Yet if I ask him now, I know there's nothing he regrets.
So bless their hearts and souls, because everything's ok.
They're the reason that I'm standing here today.

This world is ****** up, so we need to change it.
Some might not agree and think I'm a deranged kid.
Well, maybe I am...
... Then again, maybe not.
We need to save this planet, cuz one is all we got.
If we pull together, we can make this a better world.
But we've grown too focused on sarcophagi and burials.
It's scary though, the situation's pretty grim,
There's a chance to save it though the chance is pretty slim,
We need to keep hope alive, no way that I am giving in,
The world that I envision's better than the one I'm in.
At the most, it seems that all one can do is hope,
Let's rid the world of evil vices, things like guns and dope.
I hope it's getting through, this message that I send,
I fear I'll fight this battle til the day my life does end.
It feels like one against the world,
Surrounded desolation,
Cuz in a sea of people,
I still drown in isolation.

You're funny if you think you can compare,
From her cuticles to her cute little locks of hair,
You're visually impaired, don't despair,
She's a goddess, I'm just honest, the comparison's not fair.
It seems you speak at random,
Or is it an amalgam?..
Of wicked crock and sicker thoughts
That you need to abandon.
This obsession has to stop,
Find a different subject matter,
'Fore you mature or go insane,
I'm betting on the latter.

I have a hole inside my heart.
I fear that will not change.
A part of me, died then with you.
I'll never be the same.
When I found out that you had passed,
I nearly lost my mind.
Instead, I lost a part of me,
A part I'll never find.
How can I make this pain hurt less?
I ask and beg and pray,
If for eternal pain, I'd have you here,
I'd trade today.

True love's between a pair,
It can take a heart and break it.
Make you visually impaired,
Love before you make it.
Cuz makin love first is complicated,

Questioned and debated.
So just make sure it's worth it.
True love is so sought after cuz it's perfect.

Mesmerized just like a
flying moth to the flame.
I hear your soul, it's crying out
to me and calling my name.
It's far too tempting to stop,
And way too hard to resist.
Got me wishing, thinking,
what I wouldn't give for a kiss.

My words are rich, take em as food for thought,
Poetry that's gleaming, I can never get enough.
Going crazy on a mind trip, off, out on a quest,
Calm and collected on the surface, but I'm a mess,
on the inside, I'm still crooning so loudly,
Yea, I'm freaking weird but I say it so proudly,
Grew into a man from a little sonny boy,
who used to play with dinosaurs and other funny toys.
I found my snow white, we fit like hands and gloves,
and winter and jackets, and happiness and love.

And then it hits me, I seem to have a hankering.
This beast called hunger slowly starts to set its anchor in.
So I'm searching frantically, but there's nothing here,
When suddenly, a crunching that's familiar to my ears.
I see the bag, color green, easily my favorite.
And in my mind, I'm already eating them and savoring.
My wife-to-be keeps eating them, my delicious chips,
On her side, some salsa, all I really want's a dip.
But to my surprise, when I attempt to reach and grab some.
All I catch is air, there're just a couple sad crumbs.

They say good things come,
to those of us that wait.
Some pay no attention to it,
Some others call it fate.
But I guess there is some truth,
to having a little patience.
Cuz you showed up and easily surpassed all expectations.
That made the wait so worth it,
There's no way, nowhere no forces,
That could separate me from a being that's so perfect.
So if I had to, I'd wait again.
Wait longer than Roman Rory,
I'd wait as long as I needed,
for the chance to start our story.

We are beacons of light,
Shining in the dark.
Little bits of hope,
All we can do is embark,
and try to change the world.
The burden isn't light.
But it's not always easy doing what you think is what's right.
We must persevere, and try to never give in,
We're all rays of divine light shining without limit.

My beauty queen, a vivid dream,
Fill me with peroxide.
Wash my sins, I'm looking in,
Stranded from the outside.
I beg and pray, what can I say?
Your frigid lips are still.
You didn't die, alone that night,
Both you and I were killed.

You can mix this into water, and It'll taste great
Rubbing it on a fresh cut, you will hate,
I put it on my taco, guess what I just ate?

My words are mixed messages,
The work of a madman,
My poems come in hazmats
I'm on a pen and pad ban,
My mind's running like lab rats,
Or running like a black lab,
Crazy like that lab rat's mad hat,
Tell me, did you catch that?
If not, say "no nintendo"
I think that's spanish and it means "no comprehend, yo"..

Yo no comprendo either but how can I under stand?
When I'm sitting over sneakers,
Being loud, I'm never bland,
So let me expand, this man is too big for his own good,
My bark's bigger than my bite,
I got a tree with old-grown wood,
Strong as an oak tree, lil ol' me's never board.
I'm not a playwright but I write many plays on words
And here onwards I vow to always entertain,
I'm a poet, and I know it, that's my middle name.

But actually, it's not. Because I don't have one.

Sweet kisses to the missus in my heart,
In my soul, she lives, yet, she seems so very far.
We make love so beautiful, and she's a work of art,
But part of us is missing, can you tell me what it means?...
She's got me mixed up like a plastic cup of solo.
Everytime she asks, i say I'll love her more tomorrow,
and everywhere she walks, then love is sure to follow.
Full of sorrow cuz I only see her in my dreams...

She's always there, no matter what you couldn't sway
The way she feels about me, yet I tend to push away
Always deep in roses, yet alone is where I tread
The way I give my heart up, swear you'd think that I was dead but
Next time I think that I deserve a heads up,
Cupid, if you shoot me, better use a different weapon
Cuz fallin for you hurt me but I swear I don't regret it
And though I've never said it, know that I'll never forget it.
Maybe we'll unite again if fate does intervene
If we stay the same or change or if there is a 'we'
And if it is true love, then I hope it never ends
But if you're not the one, then why can't we just pretend?

What a sight to see,
Poets, write some poetry.
Any kind of poetry, I read or write, is close to me.
Capture life in words,
What's to say what you'll convey?
... It can rain on your parade,
Erase the clouds on cloudy days.
Poetry in motion,
Poets create emotions
Deeper than the ocean,
Stronger than endorphins.
What a sight to see,
Poets write some poetry.
It feels so right to me,
A soothing remedy

Life is to death, what day is to night.
An endless cycle, harsh til the end.
An endless cycle, with no end in sight.

Life is to death, what day is to night.
Bitter enemies and inseparable friends.
Life is to death, what the dark is to light.

Life after death, which garners more might?
To which god will your knee make its bend?
An endless cycle, neither wrong, nor right.

Life or death, which is a scarier blight?
Both claim the lives of women and men.
Both make our lives a struggle to fight.

Life is to death, what day is to night.
An endless cycle, harsh til the end.
An endless cycle, with no end in sight.

Life is to death, what the moon is to night.
An endless cycle, sweet til the end.
An endless cycle, with no end in sight.
At the end of it, will I head towards light? ..

So free, together we can be. you and me, whenever, we can make some memories. I can be your king and you could be my queen, forever, and ever in a dream, so be my everything, and I swear ill do the same. We'll be in harmony, so together we'll remain.

You bring life to my words,
And meaning to my life.
When I think of us, I can't help but feel so right.
I have never felt like this,
This feeling's kind of strange,
But I welcome it with open arms,
And hope it doesn't change.
This must be what they call love,
What a weird phenomenon.
Like deja vu, like deja vu,
Like glue I'm stuck, the drug I'm on,
With just benefits, zero side effects or repercussions.
The cause of open-ended, never ending deep discussions.
And all I know is this...
This feeling feels like nothing else.
You reside in the same spot where my beating passion dwells.

I am, highly outspoken,
and, overtly open,
wear my, heart on my sleeve,
where it's not, hard to get broken,
I love, live in the poem,
a life, full of much hope and,
'Love' in my hemoglobin, good emotions keep me going,
Don't take this life for granted, we're all granted special moments.

*I wish I could spread the word to the world,
   Love, be my slogan.

That figure that plays tricks with your mind,
Leaving you blind,
Sick inside,
Where your darkest fears hide.
The sneaky shadow, dark walker,
And ever-looming stalker.
The sense of doom you feel before and dread thereafter.
But for me, the dark's a cherished sight.
Cuz where there's darkness, there is light.

Shadows aren't always an evil omen.
So long as you keep the light and hope in.

I overheard two kids talking,
They say the darndest things,
In the span of 5 minutes, they were laughing, crying, arguing.
They argued about who was faster,
They laughed at jokes I didn't get.
They whispered plenty secrets,
Double-dared and made some bets.
"I can run around you a million times in two minutes"
"But I have a glue that slows you down,
The more you run around in it"
"Mr. Fernandez, you have to pick!
Him or me, who is faster?
"Don't look at me, I'm not getting in the middle of this matter.
You both need to solve this.
Don't fight or throw a fit.
"Okay, fine! I got it, we'll play tag then and you're it!
And as they ran off laughing,
That's when I realized.
They're just kids but they know what it means to truly be alive.

How I miss you so, no poem could describe it,
As hard as I could try it,
There's no way that I could hide it,
If anyone would ask me,
There's no way that I'd deny it.
I'm still in love with you,
Of this one thing, I'm so sure,
I'm losing my composure,
My thoughts are hardly kosher,
My heart is still like posters,
I've been through ups and downs,
My heart is on a roller coaster.

All I ask is how?
To have you near me now,
I'd give my life away
Such a meager price to pay.

These walls are closing in, where do I begin?
My mind is running back and forth, pacing from within.
I'm talking to myself, arguing, internal strife,
Debating who the hell I am, in this infernal life?
Incoherent babble, I'm asking what I'm after.
I understand my questions way more than I do my answers.
I'm feeling burning cold but I know I'm dead awake,
Screaming silently, I mean, can no one hear me break, and shatter
What's the matter? What's the fuss?
Who am I? What of us?
Is it just? Just because?
*Truly, what have I become?

My hand has never felt this heavy.
I can barely hold the pen up.
Even as I write this, i don't know where it will end up.
But I fear it won't be good enough.
No matter what I write down.
Nothing could rightly express these thoughts, feelings, and my heart sounds,
Sad and broken, daily hurting,
Haunted nightly by these demons.
I've wasted countless hours with hypothetical ******* reasons,
And nothing seems to make sense.
And nothing seems to matter.
Nothing seems to get better,
No 'happy ever afters'.
Life is much more cruel.
The pain's almost too much.
If a heart gets broken, time will heal it,
There's no safe crutch.

No words could truly ever express,
or pay respects
but I swear I'll always try my best
To keep you in my memories.
Which is ironic, since you died in an infiniti.
I'll keep you in my heart and soul and hope this brings tranquility.

This used to be my only fear,
But now, it's gone away.
Ever since you did appear,
A new one took its place.
I was afraid of death.
Namely, dying alone.
But tell me, what is left,
Of me, if I were on my own?..

When times are great,
We never ask ourselves why.
We often say that we deserved it,
but that's just a lie.
And when we're feeling down,
When you just wish you could die,
That's when you start to question your position and purpose in life.
You start to question your past,
And grow afraid of your future.
You regret that though choices were vast,
The ones you made were not super.
An optimist won't worry,
they say "It'll all fall in place".
A pessimist feels buried,
Guilty, like a lost case.
I don't know what to think.
and I don't have any answers.
Half my thoughts are scattered ink trails, rain from rambling ranter.
When it comes to life and purpose,
If you were to ask me,
I'd tell you we're all exactly, where we're all meant to be.

I tend to focus on the dread, the darkness,
On Death, the dead, the daring, the dauntless,
The doomed, the ******, the sad and depressing,
The dim, the duped, the drones and distressing.
When it's overwhelming and I feel the world will eat me,
That's when I realize that I wasn't seeing clearly,
The world is pretty messed up,
Sure, that part is true,
But there's lots of positivity and amazing things to do.
You can crack a joke, then a smile, pass it along,
You can share some stories, share some forties and a song,
Make some memories, make new friends and live with purpose.
You need to find a goal in life, and devote to living for this,
Whether it's start a family or change a life or change the world.
you can start today by spreading love through joy and words.

Live to the fullest every day
And every day will be your truest.

Aged and agitated,
Hate my contemplation,
Rage, my compensation,
Shades of inner hatred seem to keep my mind abated

Listen close to this and let me paint a picture.
Inside my mind, where it's way too dark for any fixtures.
A mixture, of hail and hell inside my brain.
Feeling like both sides of two oncoming trains.
Twenty-three cars in a one car-lane.
I don't know why I kinda love the fact that I'm deranged.
Sane or insane, some think that the latter's bad.
I'm the calm before the storm, the storm, and the aftermath.
All rolled into one, it's hard just to contain.
Hard to not change, even harder to explain.
I might explode and leave behind a stain in my name.

I used to share more writing with the public,
but now I've realized some of what I write is ugly.
And misinterpreted, I'd rather keep it to myself.
And do my best to stop this bigger urge to cry for help,
At the very least, I'll try, and even if I fail,
I vow to never cry, again, so that no one can tell,
What it is I feel inside, this void inside consuming,
Evil thoughts are brewing, I assume my life will soon end.
As I take these bitter pills,
As I consume this liquor,
I can't help but feel,
more glad as I get sicker..

I hate to admit it, I rarely dream, this is true.
But when I rarely dream, all I see's me and you.

Never claimed I was perfect, if I did, didn't mean to.
I'm just searching for a woman who can be my equal