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Marco Jimenez Apr 2010
alone the trees are gray,
leaves falling in silence,
with ease the wind blows them away,
it requires no violence,

the wind carries them like babies in baskets,
it uses its own body instead of open caskets,

they land in the river,
and some on the sides,
but one still remains,
it debates and decides,

what shall i do? it says,
where shall i go?
should i stay here in the air?
or should i join the river flow?

shall i fall upon the side
where i will forever reside?
i simply just can't decide,

i can fly in the air and go anywhere,
i can fall on the side in the easiest place to hide,
i can float in the river like a boat in the winter,
or i can stay here and never ever decide,
there are many complications to deciding what to do with your life.
Marco Jimenez Apr 2010
how stupid must you be?
to try your luck and walk on me,
when it comes to drinking anger i am always sober,
but if you step on me that time will sure be over,
i will become heavily drunk with rage,
and i will not be stopped by the strongest cage,

i passionately hate this person that you have forced out,
you were confidently in my face when you should have been in doubt,
if you thought that i would do nothing then you were terribly wrong,
now i shall beat you to the ground and drag your body along,
then i'll hold you down and pin your neck with a chair,
and i'll keep pushing down until your almost out of air,

then i will release and give you what is not my right to take,
and i will let you know that i choose not the path of hate,
i'll have you know that i could have killed you on the spot,
but lucky for you it is this evil person i am truly not,
i fought for your life even though you stepped on mine,
but i promise that you may not be so fortunate next time,
instead of doing something i would regret later, i turned my actions into words and i used my pen to put those words on paper, and i rid myself of the poison before it took me over.
Marco Jimenez Apr 2010
come ye dragons,
men and horses,
gather yer wits
and set yer courses,

load the ***,
bring yer mugs,
prepare to battle
from beasts to bugs,

don't forget the music,
we must have a tune,
on with it now,
we'll all be dead soon,

and die by the sword,
we shall, we will,
dead we will be,
but many we will ****,

all the men and women,
who join us in this fight,
we battle all through the day,
and drink all through the night,

true it may be that none shall ever return,
all together in glory and death,
but we are brothers and sisters together,
and together we share one life in one breath,
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
Here I am once again lying in the ***** street,
Waiting for someone I know I may never meet,
Wasting my time with things like hope and belief,
Looking for a savior or a source of relief,
Walking with a shadow with a mind of its own,
Opening scars that have been many times re-sown,

My soul and my heart have left,
I can breathe in and out at best,
Defeat has been imprinted on my ugly face,
And I wear the crown of this dead and gone place,
My home has become the cold wind and the freezing rain,
My best friends have become the cold shoulder and constant pain,

This heart that I have lost has completely become my shame,
And all the while I count my loss I slowly forget my name,
You can speak to me upon the street and there is nothing I would do,
For if we really were to ever meet I would not remember you,
And all these faceless memories crawling in my skin,
Will soon totally consume me from within,
And air will cease to destroy all that I have in this earth,
And life will die and I will no longer let air cast its curse,
i heard words in my head and i just put them together. i'm not sure exactly what it portrays but i felt a sort of dark personal attachment to it.
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
what is this light that I hold inside my hand,
this heat and softness on my toes inside the sand,
water rises up in a halo around my head,
the sand lifts me up like a comfy little bed,
I'm floating through the forest with a calmness in my mind,
the birds are chirping and they're following behind,
this light in my hand is getting ever brighter,
and this bed of sand is lifting me ever higher,
I enter a giant sphere of clouds floating in the sky,
there is no evil mist or shroud taking vision from my eye,
I take the deepest breath of purity in the air,
and I keep it in my heart with all the other beauty that is there,
the sand suddenly leaves from under me,
the water leaves it's place and creates a sea,
I'm terrified to be falling so furiously fast,
so I close my eyes and dream of things future, present, and past,
I open my eyes and I gently fall on the ground,
lying flat on my back, I get up and look around,
a field of beauty instead of an open sea,
only for a moment I wonder, how could this be?
I wonder why I've landed in such an interesting place as this,
there is something going on here but I don't know what it is,
this place is very strange and it grows stranger ever more,
and the beauty I keep inside my heart is no longer kept in store,
for all the beauty here cannot be held in one space,
because it is all our hearts that make up this special place,
so I hold my heart with this light held in my hand,
and I release it into this place, this beautiful, beautiful land
dedicated to everyone. we are all an important part of the beauty of this world
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
mother don't get up
your still in pain,
let us fight them,
the ones destroying your name,

the ones ripping out your hair ,
the ones cutting your skin,
the ones taking your air,
the ones killing you within,

mother let us be your guardians,
lend us your sword and shield,
give us the power
that only you can wield

we shall hunt them down,
the ones who think they have all the power,
and when the window opens
we will make our strike within the hour

archers ready!
infantry hold fast!
cavalry ready!
we have come to it at last!

a moment in time
felt only by a generation,
the rushing power
to overcome a nation,

the shaking urge
to charge and fight,
the strength to conquer,
and we found it over night,

for the dead that are sleeping,
for the children that are weeping,
for the sky that is crying,
for our home that is dying,
for our world in pain,
nothing will be in vain!

for you mother,
our protector,
our Queen,
rest now,
we will fight
while you stray off into a dream
dedicated to our dying home and the innocent ones paying the price.
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
Have you ever seen a world where everything’s twisted around?
Where water becomes air and sight becomes sound,
A place where feelings turn into beautiful birds
And beauty is expressed in many words,
A world that shows you the meaning of love,
And takes you to the caves below and to the clouds above,

Such a place,
Is where I thought I was,
When I saw a lonely girls face,
And I fell deeply in love,

I don’t know if this girl would ever take me as hers,
But there is one thing that my heart ensures,
I have feelings of love that may very well be real,
A sense of desire that I strongly feel,
And the little things make it worth that much more,
And a fallen heart is in need of an open door,

An honest smile can keep someone from death,
Giving a caring word is sharing a loving breath,
Offering a hand can make someone’s day,
Sharing a thought can take someone’s pain away,
And although being a friend is wonderful and kind,
Being in love is something you can never leave behind,

Because love is a blessing as well as a feeling,
It’s an act of kissing and random heart stealing,
It’s an eternal heartfelt burning fire,
Something that most want and always desire,
Love happens when you realize the pumping in your chest,
Don’t fight it, just go for it and give it your best,
It comes in many different forms and styles,
But it lasts even if the distance is miles and miles,

So if you’re ever confused
And you don’t know what to say
Just say how you feel
You’ll appreciate it one day
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