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the tree was cut down
new sprout grew on the ground
i still love you, why?
a continuation of the haiku entitled "why?"
read it if you like (I posted it like 6 days ago). it'll help you understand this more
 Sep 2016 Joseph Floreta
Eloi
I hurt myself again today,
To see if I still feel pain.
The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting ,
Try to **** myself again,
But it's just another fail.

What did you become?
My sweetest friend,
Everyone I love, dies and goes away
In the end.

you left me it all,
In our empire of dirt,
you killed yourself, you let me down,
you made me hurt.

I wear this crown of thorns,
my self destruction affair,
Full of broken thoughts,
That I cannot repair.

Beneath the stains of time,
They said that The feelings would disappear,
You are dead and gone,
But I am still right here.

If I could start again with you,
A million miles away,
I would keep you so safe,
I would find a way,
To make sure that you stayed.

Why wasn't I good enough to save you from destruction?
I pray for the rain,
Are you up there?
Do you listen?

They say that if you **** yourself,
You will be sent to hell,
But God, were you an angel,
Beautifully, brokenly, emptily impelled.
The death of a loved one can cause you to want to die too, self destruction becomes the only reason that you live.
Eva comes home from work to where there are many flies
and slaps my brother side-headed because he left the back
door open,  she is bovine heavy and limps to close it.  We eat

Chef Boyardee Spaghetti and it is soothing like peanut butter
fudge or Pepsi-Cola.  Eva says do the dishes up boys,  goes
to bed and cries.  Me and brother go to sleep and I dream

of a burning house.
right side or left side?

we are always in between--
fighting our inner demons.
we have freedom to choose--
choices that make us who we are.


what are you going to choose?
"LOVE" is define as "me" and "we"
What if you could read another person's thoughts
What if you could hear their mind
If you could see what they think...
You may be better off blind
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Just a thought
I just want to say thank you to everyone who has reached out and congratulated me on my poem and the ones who have written such heartfelt comments. I truly do appreciate each single one of you. Keep writing friends! :)
 Sep 2016 Joseph Floreta
Jasmine
I want to choose myself and put myself first and be strong enough to see myself through and be who I am meant to be. I want to have a good relationship with my family and I want this house to be home. I want to get things right this time; I want to stop keeping secrets. I want to fully accept that this life is my reality, on borrowed time. I want to be the girl all the people I love believe me to be. I want to be beautiful, smart, strong, and deserving, on my own terms. I want to reach my full potential and be happy and content with the hand I have been given because I owe myself that much. I want to chase my dreams and not fear the consequences. I want to be myself and have that be enough. I want to stop wanting to go back to the past just to redo a few things. I want the present to be so good, I stop wishing for the future. I want the fact that everything gets better to be in etched into my heart and mind that I don’t need other people to constantly remind me. I want to do better in school. I want to make myself proud. I want to be healthy and full of soul. I want to be better. I want to give the world a genuine a smile and I want to stop faking my I’m fine’s and my I’m okay’s. I want to look in the mirror and like what I see. I want to go through each day believing that I am earning my way to deserving all the good that’s happening to me and that everything will make me stronger. I’m still here and I’m trying. I hope you’re proud of me.
 Sep 2016 Joseph Floreta
Y Rada
I am just a nobody who tries to be somebody
But then my efforts are not seen
My struggles are buried in the dessert.
          I could taste the sounds of time in my mouth
          I could pick out the grime and mud between my teeth.

What have become of you? My coach asked
Have I become a better or a worse person?
In these hapless times I couldn’t identify at all.
          I could stretch my hands towards the sun
          And feel the fire exploding on my burnt fingers

You belong in a better place, a friend commented
Oh yes I believe in what she said
But what kind of place will accept me?
          I could finally lie down on top of an iceberg
          And melt with it when the sun shines

          In time I will melt
          And nobody will feel it
 Sep 2016 Joseph Floreta
Y Rada
Farewell my dear dear lovers
It’s time to end our affairs
Thank you for the wonderful moments
Every second is treasured in my heart.

Like movies and songs we need to part
An excess of something never brings goodness
Your embraces are like poison in the end
Your kisses choke me to near death.

I’m still young and I want to live long
Staying with you will bring me to my early grave
I choose to be healthy this time
So long delinquent vices, my dear lovers.
I
It's not that I'm broken
I'm not
It's not that I don't care
I do
I'm learning to care about what's important
I don't want to be nice to everyone
I just want to be what needs to be
I desire more from myself
I just need more
Settling isn't in me
I try and I fail every time
I desire more from myself
I desire more from others
That might be selfish
I truly see the best in others
I love being a mentor
I give more because I want more
I'm ******* myself
I see what I can be
I truly believe in myself
I love myself
Hardest lesson I had to learn
Learned that a long time ago
I desire more
I need and want more
With or without you
I will be more
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