Don't
Do not.
Do not do it.
You won't regret it, but you won't learn from it.
Your future days will be lonely.
Your heart will ache.
You will cry out for what will not be there.
The emptiness will echo and never end.
The space will not be fulfilled.
So don't
do not
do not do it.
You're going too fast
Depression will sneak onto you.
Eat you alive.
Outside to inside.
The reflection will crack
And your world will turn upside down.
Just stare, smile, and move on.
Don't
do not
do not do it.
The future posses nothing that will last forever
Your past will keep you up at night
Although it's the present.
You're fingers will be empty
And you're legs will never unfold.
Don't.
Do not.
Do not do it.
                                                                                                                        sincerely, your future.

“I want you to bite my lip until I can no longer speak
And then **** my ex girlfriend’s name out of my mouth just to make sure she never comes up in our conversations.
I’m going to be honest, I’m not really a love poet
In fact, every time I try to write about love my hands cramp… just to show me how painful love can be.
And sometimes my pencils break, just to prove to me that every now and then love takes a little more work than you planned
See I heard that love is blind so, I write all my poems in Braille
And my poems are never actually finished because true love is endless.
I always believed that real love is kind of like a super model before she’s air brushed;
It’s pure and imperfect, just the way that God intended.
See I’m going to be honest, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love I swear that my first poem…
It would be about you.
About how I loved you the same way that I learned how to ride a bike: Scared
But reckless with no training wheels or elbow pads so my scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
You see, I’m not really a love poet
But if I was I’d write about how I see your face in every cloud and your reflection in every window
You see I’ve written like a million poems hoping that somehow maybe someway you’ll jump out of the page and be closer to me
Because if you were here, right now
I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to.

Until your heartbeat sounds like my last name and you smile like the Pacific ocean
I want to drink the sunlight in your skin.
If I was a love poet
I’d write about how you have the audacity to be beautiful
Even on days when everything around you is ugly
You see I’d write about your eyelashes and how they are like violin strings that play symphonies every time you blink.

If I was a love poet
I’d write about how I melt in front of you like an ice sculpture
Every time I hear the vibration in your voice so whenever I see your name on the caller ID my heart
It plays hop scotch inside of my chest.
Yo it climbs on to my ribs like monkey bars and I feel like a child all over again.
I know this sounds strange but every now and then I pray that God somehow turns you back into one of my ribs…
Just so that I would never have to spend an entire day without you.

I swear, I’m not a love poet
But if I was to wake up tomorrow morning and decide that I really wanted to write about love
My first poem it would be about you
And after all of that she was like, so how do you feel about me?
And I said, put it like this:
I want to be your ex boyfriend’s stunt man. I want to do everything that he never had the courage to do like… trust you.

I swear that when our lips touch I can taste the next sixty years of my life.
And some days I want to swallow stacks of your pictures just so you can be a part of me for a little bit longer.
If I could I would sample your smile and then I would let my heart beat
Do the bass line, we would create the greatest love song of all time
Whenever, we stand next to each other, love I was the only one made for you and you can be at last my Etta James
I’ll be oh child when you’re in pain or you could be candy coated drops of rain
Even though it never rains in Southern California
And together, we could be music.

And when my friends ask if you’re my girlfriend
I’ll say no.
She is my musician
And me… I’m her favorite song.”


-by Rudy Francisco

As I was once relived
Of any emotional needs
All animosity free of me
I make another decision to cause the grief.

I am taken aback by your mind.
Stricken by your soul.
Only to have your body soothe me.
The grasp of your hands on my hips
Your lips caressing mine
As your tongue finds its way to hold my moans back.
You stroke me as if I'm yours
So I close my eyes & fall into a world where I believe it's true
And for a while I'm in ecstasy
Making love with you endlessly.
Scared that when it's over you'll forget about me.
& hey, what's up? to the girls blowing up your phone.
So I stay in your bed
Trying to comfort myself.
Wrapping myself in a false reality
Living in a dream where I thought love existed.
To realize when I wake up
Last night was a mistake.
Along with the previous night
& the night before that.
There was no love
Not even the slightest feeling of a crush
Yet your affection when your ******* me
Caresses the affection I want to feel,
Not from you
But any who will.
Your mind was not a matter
Until I learned your thoughts
Saw the depths
To find your flaw
The biggest of them all.
You have no respect for ladies & you call yourself a gentleman.
Even then, I look past it.
As if there's the tiniest hint you have any for me.
Still, you want me to chase you
And honestly I need to replace you.
You're no good for thee.
And yet, I still look beyond it
Thinking your soul & mine were meant to be
That they've been searching for each other for an eternity
Madly in love in another lifetime.
Yet,
I am going to remain quiet, silent, hushed.
Figuring out in my head that it's time that I began to realign the distance between us
Making it grow *farther & farther & farther & farther
Until the idea of you doesn't creep into my thoughts,
keep me up at nights,
wishing, hoping for no apparent reason that you're thinking about ******* me
**Because then at least I know I'll hear from you.

You remind me of myself.

You’re a shooting star

Because I don’t care where you came from

and I can see where you’re going.

But most importantly

you’re here

with me

right now

and you’re so beautiful.

If I had one wish

i’d give it to you.

You are a nebula,

My cloud 9

And the silver lining.

Your eyes are like planets

so complex

And the closer I observe them the more I feel I understand you.

That’s why I stare

When they rotate and stop at me

I find it miraculous

that planets would defy their own laws of nature

just to pause time for me.

Your hair and skin are like galaxies.

This galaxy dripped drops of excellency when you were created…

Your beautiful  brown skin is hard not to kiss

Because the Milky Way’s chocolate is priceless

Your mind is like a black hole…

So hard to understand and no one will ever know its depths

but it continuously takes in without hesitation.

It attempts to swallow the knowledge of life and existence.

Your heart is the Sun…

The reason for life as I know it

Vital

Yet every time I try to get close

you hurt me

Why?

Why can’t you trust me with your Sun?

Why can’t I trust anyone with mine?

The way       I want you
You'll never comprehend.
If you could peek into my dreams
Envision how I see me & you
   You'll never want this to begin.
My juices of creativity never ending
So the smile on your face won't leave.
Imagine all the wonders & sights & things that'd be collected in our memory.
Just flowing with the wind, no for sure place to stop
Traveling the world, our destination forever.
The way to get us there is love
                                and all,
                                             the time,
                                                           I spent,
                                                                       thinking about,
                                                                                                                                   you.
In my head & on my mind constantly you stay
Hopes that I'll meet you one day
At the place where my dreams and reality collide
With hopes of finding you attached to a tree
Oh flightless bird
Please tell me I'll find you
I imagine you'll be fragile when I do
All intentions is to tend to your wounds.
My nameless face
Well perhaps my faceless name
Your title is Mine, but your face remains unclaimed.