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 Apr 2010 Marco Jimenez
Matt KH
There are so many things
I want to say to you.
But I know I never will.
So I wrote this rhyme of passion,
Just to say how I feel.

I want to tell you,
You're beautiful.
The Words form on my tounge.
But I'm to scared to say anything.
My teeth clench.
And I remain alone.
Because my words can't find a way,
Past the barrier of bones

I want to tell you how you swim in my head.
How jealous rage coursed through my veins,
When I saw you kissing him.
But I didn't say anything.
I stood and burned in my skin.

I put up a barrier,
I built walls up high,
To keep out rejection.
To keep my distance.
And no matter the persistance,
I kept my resistance.
But cracks are starting to show
In my foundation.

Because of your eyes,
Dear God your eyes,
Wells, so deep,
I can't see the bottom.
And your lips,
Dear God your lips,
Jewels set on your face,
That I feel I was born just to kiss.
At night I want to reach out,
And find your body there.
I want to know every inch of your skin.
I want to feel your weight on my hips.
I want to tell you how your name echos in my chest.
I want to tell you how,
If I had the option of going anywhere
And doing anything
Or sitting in with you, drinking wine
And watching a ******* film.
I'd pick you everytime

But my courage seems to elude me.
I wish my beating heart would be still.
Because there are so many things,
I want to say to you
But I know I never will.
 Apr 2010 Marco Jimenez
Claire S
I am drinking letters
From a brown paper bag.
They form in my head
When I begin to go mad
Sentences are made
Without my consent
my world is spinning
dancing at the event
When my sentences slur
mindless paragraphs are born
They slip through my mind
Staying on their own time
Soon my mind becomes dark
blank like a page
I am stuck in a black hole cage

I wake up the next day
my head has a fuse
I ask my friends why this so
All the can say is "you were wasted on words"
I learned early there ways.
Words that speak of  happiness.
Barbwire is the tongue of the heart that always
betrays.

You cant put your hopes on the false and untrue.
Deception doesnt  help the case.
For I can hold this bottle closer than you.

Bitter are my words  but it falls apon
deaf ears.
soaked are my memories.
Washed yet still they remain after all the beers.

Sugar dont worry with false emotions
just put it on my tab.
The warmth of this bed now ressembles a slab.

We struggle to recall who we once
were.
The partys the past mistakes.
It's a nothing more than a blur.

Hollow in heart is my truth filled obsession
Lovers often embrace in lies.
And hold hearts in bitter nights confession.
People mask pain becoming blind  to there own ways.
Just a on the spot write it's how most my work goes.
Someday, someday far away
when all the pain has passed
beyond the sea, the sun the stars
I'll find you...love...at last

Though raging storm
or cosmic ray
may tear my limbs apart
my love for you they cannot sway
for you possess my heart

Our Earthly lives hold many fears
remorseless in their quest
to break apart the bonding years
for which we've stood the test

Those precious times together
cocooned in love's embrace
a breathless bead upon my brow
that falls upon your face

Remember me my Angel's dream
as soon my life is through
for every sinew of my soul
belongs alone to you.
I dream of the summers apon a distant shore.
Visions of a paint by number life.
And old friends  I seldom  think of anymore.

In my mind I live in a world that does not exist.
As the smoke flows off into a night here I stand .
Dreams so endless apon my command .

Trying to mask my feeling's underneath a smile.
Another drink   cements the mask for only
a little while.

Ive tasted passion kept warm in sin.
Kept sweet secrets  acted as only friends.
Torment does linger from all ive kept locked within.

She can  be with him but is no stranger to me.
trapped in a game.
The soul slowley breaks of what can never be.

The clown must wash away the face paint
every night to so his sanity can remain.
That vessel haunts these sheets.
Calmness on the  cusp of a  life insane.

Im a madman to the  blind eye to this world
im forced to exist  to which to many give in.
My mind roams free.
As my soul  and true voice stays locked within.
At times we create are own prison.
Not realizing  as we construct it slowley  untill its already trapped
us.

There not always funny my friends
From head to toe
you shiver and shake
at the violent winds.
Your bones start to ache.
These harsh winter days
are soon to pass by
as spring comes along
and paints a blue sky.
We sigh in relief
as robins set in.
The days start to warm
and snow becomes thin.
The sunshine awakes
and rabbits hop by,
telling all of their friends
to kiss winter goobye.
Buzzing bee's sing songs of
fresh blooming flowers
and spiders carve webs
to pass the long hours.
Ah! Yes, we love spring,
but winters still here
and as days pass along,
we have nothing to fear.
The world as I see it?
What kind of question is this?
The world as I see it,
has fallen with fists.

The violence, the fear,
the world bathes in rage.
And more has developed
as our world faces age.

The human heart
has become quite cold.
The story of peace
is no longer told.

The Earth is decaying
and dying today.
And inncoent souls
are passing away.

Shawdows of hate
have plagued this lost land.
This forsaken world
denys Gods command.

But there is still hope!
Our love is not lost.
Words spoken of peace
will come at a cost.

The world as I see it
has much more to learn
to heal the black scar
from the Devils Harsh Burn.
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