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Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
any poem can be read
but are you listening to the words
how can you tell what it just said
how do you know if you understood it at all

how do you know whether it impacts you or not
how do you know if it makes you move
how do you know what its saying to you
how do you know which path to choose

when do you get the message
does it take you a few tries
do you keep an open mind
or do you just say everything is lies lies lies

do you know what you want
what are you looking to find
are you looking to broaden your experiences
or expand your mind

if your looking for answers
i can't tell you them myself
i don't know what they are
but i can tell you something else

poems won't give you answers
poetry is simply a key
what you must ask yourself is
how do i find the answer within me

how do i know if i feel it inside
what can i do to help myself decide
i wont find the answer in a books many pages
or by reading about life's many stages
i haven't found the answer yet
but i know reading is definitely not my best bet
ink and paper cannot bring out my soul
only the energy in each piece of cereal in the bowl

but if poetry can set you free
then i guess poetry does open the door
so ill use the poet within me
to open it a little more
Marco Jimenez Sep 2011
R** is for Respect,
This is how poets connect,
The poet’s dialect
Can collect the respect of many,
For any poets word is as good as any.

H is the Hymn,
The poet’s song within,
The rhythm of the heart
Which moves words to start,
A song that not even time can tear apart.

Y is the poet’s Yearning
No poet experiences loss without learning
Sadness is a powerful source with which to write,
Just as is happiness amidst the light,
The poetry of sadness can be a beautiful sight.

M is the Melody
The poem’s intended telling,
The beat on which the poem is dwelling,
Intensity! Passion!
Soothing, or old fashioned.

E is the Energy
Each word’s driving force,
The poet’s personal source
For each word that is written or said,
The unimaginable place that is the poets head.
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
go to bed
go to sleep
go to school
don't weep

follow the rules
don't disobey
do what we want
or you'll be cast away

get good grades
learn what we choose
don't follow your heart
or else you'll lose

the world is not nice
it's completely cruel
don't fight it
don't be a fool

i am older so i am smarter
you are younger so you are dumber
because to us
you are just another bar code

we are your owners
you obey our command
we created you
we brought you into this land

we can destroy you
we can unplug you from the wall
no one else is in control
no one at all
sometimes the kids who have nothing are the kids who seem to have everything. a lot of people just want robots but all kids want childhoods.
Marco Jimenez Oct 2014
Life can be so hard,
It can be such a heavy burden to bear,
It can wrap around your throat
and make you desperately beg for air,

Its like a weight that I just can't hold,
I'm trying to be bold, but I feel so weak,
and I start think there was never any hope,

So how am I supposed to cope with this sadness in my heart?
With this intangible disease tearing me apart?
Rooting deep inside of my brain,
heightening my sense of weakness and pain,

Forcing me to hate who I see in my reflection,
Believing I am just a rejection,
Sending a ripple through my mind,
Stirring feelings I didn't want to find,

Depressing thoughts start to form by storm,
& I hate myself for being who I am,
This weak pathetic excuse for a man,

& so the stigma of depression inside of my mind
begins to claw and grind at my soul,
Digging a deep dark hole that nothing can fill,
I don't think I have the will to keep on fighting,
I don't think I can cope,
I don't think I have what it takes
to keep searching for hope.
Marco Jimenez Nov 2017
this is something I can honestly say,
the reason I smile every day
is because of you,
and all the things for me that you do,

you're the light of my life and the sun in my sky,
the fire in my soul and the apple of my eye,
my shining star and no matter where you are
you will always be in my heart,
I will always want you when we're apart,

because every day since the start
you have been my sun,
In my sky you've been the only one
opening my eyes and lighting the way,
showing me the beauty in every day,

warming my soul when it's lonely and cold,
giving me back the love I once foolishly sold,
with your beautiful smile and heart of gold,
you make me strong and you make me bold,
I only hope I can do the same for you,
because you deserve all the love and happiness too,

you never lead my heart astray,
And though I didn't think there was a way,
I still love you more with each passing day,
that is something I can honestly say.
For Rachel
Marco Jimenez Nov 2016
I wonder what it feels like,
when someone looks into your eyes
and says,
I Love You.
Marco Jimenez Dec 2016
I love it when my mind run's away,
as plagued by sadness as I am,
my imagination still finds a way to take me away from it all,
at least for a time,
when I come back I know I have to deal with real life,
but not right now.
Marco Jimenez Oct 2016
Time goes on,
it's marching on,
forever a never-ending ending song,
a ballad of existence
& unwavering persistence
without resistance,
we're but an infantismal instance
on the infinite track of time,
insignificant to the grand cosmic line,
incomprehensible to the mind,
we're blind to its true nature,
it's secrets, it's behaviour,
& one day we may succeed in our endeavour to understand it better
& time will be under our command,
but I rue that day,
for I fear humanity's way,
will be death by time's hand.
Marco Jimenez May 2010
Oh the dear pain and agony
Keeps always haunting me
The reality of pain
Returns once again

The heart and bullet
The gun and brain
Pull it
And let blood fall in rain

End a life
Or take yours
Choose a path
Pick one of the doors

Your eyes or ears
Your head or chest
Your demons or fears
Your worst or best

Something you love
Will be taken from you
And you cannot resist
There is nothing you can do

It could be death that comes
Or the bullet of a gun
Or a man on the street
Or even your loved one

Nonetheless you will receive
The cruelty of death
And you will not be granted
Your one final breath.
Marco Jimenez Jun 2012
He takes his heart and he hides it away
He buries it and beats it more & more every day
And he cant hide...
No he cant control the pain!

He swore that he'd never love again
He hid his heart from his family & his friends
But from the silence fate did say
No not today, I still want to play

So he fell in love with a beautiful girl
She became his life
She became his world
She blessed his thoughts every night and day
But alas he did forget what fate did say

So she never did ever feel the same
She played with his heart
She toyed with his brain
She let him believe how loving she could pretend to be
Until one day he could finally see

He gave her his heart
He gave her his trust
But she looked at him with hate
She hissed with disgust

And he died inside of his soul...

Then he took his heart & he hid it away
He buried it deeper & deeper every day
But he just couldn't hide...
No he couldn't control the pain
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
How do you know it’s all over?
When darkness and time
Are as infinite as death,
And the world you know
Is at its final breath?

When all the dark has overcome its foes
To sink into your skin and between your toes,
And shards of glass is all you breathe
Into a web of despair that will never unweave,
When all your family has turned against each other in disdain,
And all your friends cause each other endless pain,
When the air you breathe becomes what you believe you don’t deserve,
And your most horrible fears replace your every nerve,
When such a time in the end of all things has no worth,
And lives can only be returned ruthlessly to this dying earth

This is such a time
To ask what questions I have that are mine,
For I don’t understand that in my heart
Lies a sense of meaningless in why I played my part,

Did I add to this dying world?
Did I kick the young and destroy the old?
Have I become what I have fought for so long?
Have all of my beliefs been proven wrong?
Am I blind to all I have done?
Am I aware that I hurt all and appreciate none?
When did I join this dying planet?
When did I receive my pointless part in it?

I just don’t understand
Why darkness and hate,
Have become the foundation
Of earth’s final fate,

I guess when demons finally rid themselves of what their trying to ****,
We humans will be at the mercy of our own will,
And earth will either be dead or almost gone,
And we’ll follow the road to the end of all things as it was meant all along.
Marco Jimenez Mar 2011
I see a falling feather
And were it not for this weather
I could keep its beauty in my eye

Its thrown back and forth
Pulled south and north,
Its dancing in the sky

It dances with grace
Its light lights my face
Oh how I wish I could fly

But I cannot
My arms are all I’ve got
And now I must say goodbye
Marco Jimenez May 2010
What do we know of the likes of time?
We are all just shadows that move and rhyme,
We love and lose,
We pick and choose,
We play and fight,
We wake at morning and sleep at night,

We go to work and try not to be late,
And the next time we aren’t on time can decide our very fate,
We see money as the life’s necessity to live,
Some have too much and are too greedy to give,
Some work hard and don’t have any,
And sadly this number is not few but many,

Yes the rich love their expensive clothes and their private bars,
They can simply say “I want one of those 100k sports cars”,
And the houses with 5 bed, 4 bath, 2 stories, and a powdered ***,
The big lawn, the granite pass, the big pool, and the green grass,
And all the rich can do is flash their money and boast,
So to you rich ******* I propose a toast,

May the cries of the forgotten earth and poor,
Rain down on you with wrath and make you bleed and bleed more,
May you receive 1000 pounds of pressure for every dollar you don’t need,
Every dollar that you can give but you keep out of greed,
I wish you would meet the poor kids and families that make your clothes,
The ones that you wear so you can look good and pose,

I encourage you to see such people in pain,
To see the damage of you factories acid rain,
And you do all this just for the oil in the land!
You take people’s lives and don’t even offer your hand!
So I end my toast to you rich *******,
May your lives be long but plagued by the masses.
Marco Jimenez Feb 2011
whats the way
of the heart that's broken?
love woven into many things
and many strings dance through the heart,
a part of life that's torn
and worn by the strength of a needle,
such feeble hands with which to feel
the painfully real earthquake of sorrow
in which tomorrow doesn't seem very bright
and the night just seems too so dark
that a mark of sadness takes over
like a four leaf clover so impossible to find
and in your mind you don't mean a **** thing
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
The jester dances
For his king host,
The king host asks the jester,
What makes you different from most?

The jester replies
In an interesting manner,
He bows forward
And taps his head with a hammer,

The king host laughs
then tells the jester to go on,
The king host then whispers to his queen,
Is this jester a *****?

The jester begins to dance
As he says aloud,
I am no more *****
Than wind is cloud

The king host keeps silent
With a puzzled look on his face,
As the jester dances and hops
All over the place,

The jester begins to speak again,
Oh people what you be?
You are what you are
And all that I see,

For look at our king host,
As I have perplexed his mind,
With simple words that I spoke
Not rude but kind,

Oh look a bee!
Look what I see!
So close to me!
So happily free!

Oh king host be as this bee,
Do not be thrown by a simple thing as me,
Oh king host be kind and wise,
For every man comes and dies,
Oh king host finish your war,
Win it with honor but fight no more,
Oh king host know your lands,
There is much to be offered from many hands,

As for me the jester,
I travel to the next king,
And I travel with a smile
As I dance and sing,
be the jester of your world. laugh, play, dance, and sing, but offer what wisdom you have by all means
Marco Jimenez Nov 2010
Give me the strength to let you see
These leaves of me upon this tree,
I hope you can someday forgive what I’ve done,
I know it didn’t hurt you,
I’m the hurt one,

None may ever know who I truly am,
Not even I see the soul in my hand,
A faceless and invisible nothing in my heart,
A simple memory
Torn apart,

Under this tree of good fortune and good will,
I see the goodness but am saddened still,
For as I look down I see hundreds of pieces,
One life lost,
One life ceases,

One life crumbles everywhere I step,
I feel such guilt I can’t cope with or accept,
I can only keep walking as more pieces fall from this tree,
And all the pieces fall
Into the leaves of me,
Marco Jimenez Oct 2011
I sit idle on a bench
before a grey pond
and a grey sky,
my eyes count the ripples
as the wind blows them across the water,
i listen to the trees dancing in the air,
as i listen... to the silence...

i walk idle through the trees,
i hear each step i take,
i feel every blade of grass,
i stare through the leaves as they fall before me...
the tranquility stills my heart
as i listen... to the silence...

i lay idle on the ground
and i close my eyes,
what do the wind,
and the trees, and the grass tell me?
my heart is still...
my mind is calm...
as i listen... to the silence...
Marco Jimenez Jan 2017
That silent moment,
when midnight hits,
everybody locked in lips,
eyes closed lost in touch,
beer, shots, friends its such
a happy moment to see,
minds filled with ecstasy
but none for me,
no silent bliss,
no taste of lips,
no glow after the New Year's kiss,
but boy was I nervous,
I probably would have missed,
I kept telling myself "I'm ready for this"
and my heart was beating so ******* fast,
but the moment came,
and then it passed,
I wanted it to last a little bit longer,
if only I could have just been stronger,
I might not be waiting any longer
for her to accept my lonely lips,
I guess I have to wait for next New Year's kiss
Marco Jimenez Dec 2016
The night likes long lonely hugs
burning the midnight oil with some ink and drugs
a poet alone and hopelessly in love

all I want to do is write the next line
my mind is empty but my heart is filled
if I closed my eyes my body would be thrilled
but I don't think the night should be alone
under her moon it feels like home
she takes her time whispering into my ear
talking about life and love and fear
her soothing voice and gentle touch
make me not miss sleep as much
but
at some point I have to say goodbye and close my eyes
under the night, the moon, and the starry skies
our long lonely hug must come to an end
but the sun will rise and set once again
Marco Jimenez Jan 2011
the soulful food i give
so i can simply live
is for a heart not settled
and beaten and belittled

a plate of sadness
of anger and of love
such passion
so much passion

passion of the romantics
the oh so hopeless romantics
the ones that live for love
and breathe despair without it

but need despair nonetheless
and walk a miserable happiness
a happily miserable life
felt to be ****** to the blessed

thus are the insane aspirations and antics
of the oh so hopeless romantics
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
one perfect painted picture
hung crooked on the wall,
one day it will completely wither,
and it will die and fall,

a new picture will be painted
and hung in the same place,
its memory tainted,
by a once dead space,

it too will one day die,
and another painting
will be hung with another sigh,
furthering the tainting
of another painting that will die
Marco Jimenez Sep 2010
If the clear blue sky
And the stars of night,
Could combine together,
Then the sleep of stars
And the color of light,
Will have made the perfect weather,

Such weather in which
The sun and the moon,
Stop in the hour of twilight,
An hour in which
The creatures of day and night
Take flight,

The perfect hour
Extended until the end of time,
The perfect weather
In which I may take your hand with mine,

An ambient moment
To tell you one thing,
Under the twilight in the sky
And the winds that sing,

I will love you beyond the stars,
Beyond the oceans sleeping in the sky,
Beyond the light no shadow can touch,
Even beyond life after I happily die,
true love has no limit. if you disagree, then you know not what true love is.
Marco Jimenez Jan 2014
Her body
her mind,
surreal,
sublime,

her heart pounding presence,
life's luminescence,
her soul seizing eyes,
the essence of the skies,

if only i could touch her,
hold her in my arms,
caress her body,
revel in her charm,

her scent renders my mind senseless,
a smile that leaves my heart defenseless,
her touch tingles my every nerve,
the most beautiful voice I've ever heard,
and in one word i cannot describe
the feeling i feel so deep inside,
through my soul, through my mind,
to a universe apart,
she is,
the quintessence of my heart.
Marco Jimenez Feb 2011
the rhyme has to be on time
like a fight
you gotta hit just right
wether in the day or night
either way its gotta be tight
your fist must take flight
when you hit at the height
of your strength
with posture and length
and it smashes and crashes
into the face of the human race
where you leave your mark
and then you embark
on a road where you sold
your shame for honor
a time when you honestly thought you were a goner
and then in the long years to pass
your body will one day return to the grass
and your memory will live in infamy and time
to the days where your memory will be so great and so sublime
so that when your rhyme continues to age
you'll be set upon the stage
before the gates of heaven
and on the 59th minute of eleven
just one minute before the end
you'll have one more message to send
and as the seconds are counting down
with eyes and immortality watching all around
you look up from the ground
you hear not a sound
and as the last second fades away
you open your moth to say...
sometimes the greatest moments end too soon
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
we see you more than you see us
and we know it better than you think

we are the strongest among you
you may try and break us down

you can beat us down
you can drag us down
you can talk us down
you can pull us down
you can stare us down
you can cheat us down

no matter what you do
no matter what you try

we will always come back
and we will never die

you can send us to the edge of space
you can send us to the center of the sun
you can throw us out onto the street
you can dropp us into the depths of an empty well
and even to the depths of hell

but we are back
oh we are well

and there is something you lack
and only we can tell

don't you feel terrible
don't you feel sad
don't you feel horrible
don't you just feel bad

we can beat you down
we can drag you down
we can talk you down
we can pull you down
we can stare you down
we can cheat you down
we can send you to the edge of space
we can send you to the center of the sun
we can throw you out onto the street
we can dropp you into the depths of an empty well
and even to the depths of hell

but we wont
and i bet that you do't know why

its because you have something that we don't
and that is the corruption of a lie

we have been beaten down
we have been dragged down
we have been talked down
we have been pulled down
we have been stared down
we have been cheated down

we have been sent to the edge of space
far from the reach of a friendly face

we have been sent to the center of the sun
isolated, stupid, and dumb

we have thrown out onto the street
cold and lonely, hungry for anything to eat

we have been dropped to the bottom of an empty well
its cold and dark and everyone passing by just says 'oh well'

and we have even been to the depths of hell
nowhere to run
and constantly attacked
always lonely
and pain never lacked

always searching
can never find a friendly face
can never come home to a proud mother and father
cant even find a place to stay
cant even find out why people even bother
only able to find that everything's become harder

but there is always a loop hole
always a break point
always a loose pole
always a loose joint

you will always find someone
family or friend
someone that has a hand to lend

but this person is not here to hold your life by the hand
this persons job is to help you get up and stand

and its up to you to take the first step
and live your life with no regret

so its not about being able to come out on top after bieng
beaten down
dragged down
talked down
pulled down
stared down
cheated down
sent to the edge of space
sent to the center of the dun
thrown out onto the street
dropped into the depths of an empty well

its about the fact that we stood by our friends
we saw you more than you saw us
and we knew knew it better than you did

you tried to break us down
and that just makes it true
that we have become
the strongest among you
- From The Strongest Among You
Marco Jimenez Jul 2010
the wind moves the water,
the water does not resist,
the water continues to sleep,
the wind continues to persist,

the leaves hanging in the trees
can hold on no longer,
they fall into the wind
as the wind becomes stronger,

but the wind blows too hard,
and all earth becomes stone,
it freezes all the water
and all is left alone,

water is no longer gentle,
wind is no longer kind,
earth is no longer soft,
and all is left behind,

all has become pathetic,
life no longer exists,
only one thing is certain,
the wind still persists
a dark and sad look on what life can sometimes feel like
Marco Jimenez Feb 2011
the world goes by so slow,
it passes with lifeless eyes
as i breathe on the cold ice of humanity.

the emptiness of my soul
weighs down my body as if,
... as if there was something in it.

so i sit on the ground.
... the snow is falling so gently.
it might be soothing,
if it weren't for my loneliness.

i talk to the silence.
i tell it "... im so cold."
"i don't want to be here."
but the silence wont reply,
and that's okay,
i don't expect it to.
it would be nice though,
but i know the silence doesn't care.
so i just sit with the silence.
god its so cold.
my heart is trembling.
my body is shivering.
but my eyes are still,
lifeless like the world.
i barely move my arms and legs,
they're slow like the world.
and now my skin is cold,
cold like humanity.
Marco Jimenez May 2010
This girl,
Is one of those friends,
That you meet once,
And the friendship never ends,

This girl,
Will laugh and play,
She’ll make you smile,
Because she smiles every day,

This girl,
Has one of those faces,
That’ll take you away,
To one of those special places,

This girl,
Has a great heart,
A beautiful life,
Of which you always want to be a part,

This girl just can’t be found,
She’s the only one walking around,
There’s no one like her any place,
Not on earth or in outer space,

This girl,
Is one that you can’t find,
But you meet her once,
And she’ll always be on your mind,

This girl,
Isn’t like the rest,
She can ask you once,
And you’ll do your best,

This girl is so much fun,
She loves to laugh and play,
I think she’s the one,
Because she’s in my heart every single day,
these are my feelings for the girl that got away that i never built up the courage to say to her.
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
i am not afraid of crashing in a plane
i am not afraid of drowning in the rain

i am not afraid of gangsters in the night
i am not afraid of bullies or a fight

i am not afraid of burning in a fire
i am not afraid of electricution by wire

i am afraid that my last words will be i wish i had
i am afraid that in my lifetime
i will have done less good than bad

i am afraid of my brother going to war
i am afraid that when he leaves
ill wish i had loved him more

i am afraid of not giving enough to those i love
i am afraid of not giving all that i can give
i am afraid of dying
knowing ill only be remembered for all the bad things i did

i am afraid that nobody will care when i'm gone
i am afraid that life wont be very long
i am afraid of being forgotten as easily as a song
i am afraid of never knowing what i did wrong

i am afraid that my life will have never made a difference
i am afraid of my loved ones hurting for even one day
i am afraid of their hope fading away
i am afraid of their life and love going a different way
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
these are our years
these are our days
to take control
of this day and age

these are our moments
these are our times
to seize the day
and show how much our generation shines

its time to show everyone were not just teens
were women
were men
were human beings

its time to stand as one
time to stand true
time to show em
show em what we can do

were not kids
were children
were not weak
were not easily beaten

we will make history
we are the future
we set the standard
to make those after us that much harder
to make them better
to make the faster
to make them stronger
to make them smarter

and like we are doing now
they will strive to be truer to themselves
to live with less regrets
to be loving people
to seize the day
and to be givers and not takers
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 2011
her words are beautiful
as is her smile
for a while there i couldn't stand
my mind was lost in another land
i had no idea how this would feel
it was so sublime and so unreal
too bad i was only ever a passing cloud in her sky
that's how i was born and that's how I'll die
Marco Jimenez Dec 2016
Why do I ask all these questions
that I can never hope to answer?
my heart only seeks the truth,
but it evades me like love on valentines day,
how do you find what just can't be found?
when my soul shattered all the pieces scattered,
and long sown scars began to bleed again,
the sorrow and sadness set back in,
I remember a time when I was happy,
I could smile as bright as the sun
and have fun without a worry in the world,
but back then I was so young and life so simple,
I didn't know that one man's dream
could be another mans nightmare,
I guess ignorance really is bliss,
because it's easier to smile when you forget about the pain,
but i'd still rather suffer in knowledge,
than be blind in ignorance,
I just wish it wasn't so hard to tell the difference
between what I want
and what I need.
Two
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
Two
two be in love
two eyes must meet
two hearts must feel
two minds must connect
two make love real

one is not enough
two are required
three words to say
for one two be desired

fir burns in our hearts for passion
water soothes our minds so we can imagine
these two together
creates a world two live and die in

only two
but who?
how do we decide?
when these two will collide

love wasn't created to simply move the heart
love is the strongest thing in the world
because nothing can tear it apart

and that is why
two be in love
all it takes is two
because you need more than one
two do things two can do

two at the start
two at the end
of every day

two as one heart
two as one friend
with only three words left two say

but i won't tell you them
because you already know them anyway
Marco Jimenez Jan 2017
Break me down and what am I?
Open my chest and what do you see?
Am I a daydream,
A nightmare,
a memory?
We
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
We
we fight
we die
we live
we cry

we earn
we cheat
we conquer
we defeat

through our eyes we see the truth
but through our lies we alter what we choose

we use
we lie
we change
we divide

we corrupt
we claim
we destroy
we cause pain

were killing
were breeding
were dying
were feeding

were hungry
were poor
were rich
were powerful

we move on
we forget
we honor
we protect

we hate with fiery passion
but we love in the same way too

we ****
we deceive
we falter
we haven't been freed

freed from our past
freed from our hate
freed from our anger
freed from what we can create

we can create hunger
we can create death
we can create life
we can create breath

we can create slaves
we can create killers
we can create smiles
we can create healers

we can create passion
devotion
pressure
emotion
family
friends
beginnings
and ends
- From The Strongest Among You
Marco Jimenez Aug 2015
I wanted to look into the mirror and smile,
but all I see is nothing.

I'm staring into my own eyes
and I cant even see who I am.

Who am I?
I guess it doesn't matter.
We're all lost.
Marco Jimenez Dec 2016
This isn't where I though i'd be at 24,
drifting in the sea clinging to a broken door,
I thought life hit hard but love shook me to my core,
I buckled to the floor,
no way I could predict what was in store,
because trust me love hits like a truck,
I'm sitting here like where the **** is my mind?
I left all rational thought behind for the sake of love,
I don't know what I was thinking of,
so I turn my love into poetry and song
because I'm just trying to keep my heart strong
until she comes along and flips me on my head
and gives life to parts of me that I thought were dead,
because I've been lonely and depressed but I'll take love instead,
even though love isn't always the best,
sometimes it puts too much pressure on your chest,
until your hearts breaks and your head aches,
but you know the stakes when you're playing the game
and I say it's worth all the torture and the pain,
I'll walk through the fire and the flame,
I'll take all the hate and all the blame,
baby just keep on driving me insane
and I swear I'll keep this fire burning for you,
because love,
I know I drive you crazy too.
So what are we to do?
just a car, some ****, and only us two,
we can sit here for a while
and talk about the things that make us smile,
we can laugh and joke as we smoke the time away,
vent about work and the stressful day,
neither of us saying what we really wanna say
but still I wouldn't spend my time any other way,
because as long as I can hear your voice and look into your eyes
I can keep soaring through the skies with these words as my wings,
yet I still cant describe the joy that your smile brings,
and my heart sings for all the little things you do,
so love, what are we to do?
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
I look in the mirror

it swirls
swivels
and shines
but
it starts to dampen
darken
deepen
and die

in one million perfect shatters
in one million perfectly falls
it perfectly drops
upon the one million perfect walls

it terribly shapes back
it terribly comes together
it terribly reconnects
and i don't know why it bothers

i look into the mirror and this is what i see

i am drenched in black water
i am drenched in young age
i am filled with anger
i am engulfed in rage

for within each piece i see a crack
a flaw
within each piece i see nothing at all

there are millions of pieces
which my heart has been broken into
none of which i am able to find
none that it belongs to

i don't know what to do anymore
all hope is gone
the time has come
to sing my song

i lift my fists
i smash the glass
i scream in rage
i scream my breaths to my last

i am a cast out
my life is gone
im someone else
i am something wrong
im alone on the street
ive had nothing to eat
i hurt all over
i drop to the floor
i scream in pain
i cant take this any longer

so i take a piece of myself
i plunge it into my heart
followed by the rest
tearing my body apart

as each piece of myself breaks inside
as each piece shatters and dies
as the darkness surrounds me
the mirror is gone
because it has nothing to show
it has nothing to see
i can finally be
forever free
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
i live each day by the hour
sometimes on the tip of a string
i live close to death
i live **** near everything

i sacrifice daily
i have to do so much just to keep my head from popping
i have to remember who i am
to keep my head from stopping

i have to remember what i have to do
i have to remember what i have to say
i have to remember where i have to go
i have to remember what i have to push away

because what it takes to be me
is not something anyone else can see
its invisible to everyone
but its known to be free

what it takes to be me
is strength and desire
a burning heart
a will of fire

it takes hate, hurt, and pain
tragedy, disaster, pouring rain
crazy, angry, going insane
finding what makes you into you again

i don't know why such a cold and hated heart
can so simply take us all apart
shoving our faces in the dirt
inflicting unnecessary pain
unwanted hurt

i don't know alot of things
but i do know anger isn't something to be kept
you have to let it out
fight, kick, punch, scream, shout

there's a lot i don't do
but i know i gotta try
cowardice and fear
ain't something i can justify

i never just give up
you may not understand
this is my kingdom
and i am the ruler of this land

you can't rule
because you don't have the capacity
just to see
that you don't have
what it takes to be me

because what it takes to be me
isn't hate or anger
not death or danger
nor laziness or wasting time
or violence and crime

it doesn't take shouting
and getting in someones face
it doesn't take smashing dreams
and invading peoples space

it doesn't take holding a gun to someones face  
it doesn't take telling them how close they are to dead
it doesn't take being a ****
it doesn't take me telling you what it takes just for you to see

what it takes to be me
is not something anyone else can see
its part of the earth
and the sea
its part of a bright future
and a close memory

what it takes to be me
is heart and desire
something you've never felt
something higher
higher than yourself
and further than your sight
softer than the water
and brighter than the light
and in the end
you'll find something that isn't me
something that feels better
something that feels more free
a part of you
that makes you feel greater than the sea
its you
and that's someone no one can tell you how to be
- From The Strongest Among You
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
what would you do
if i socked you in the face
what would you do
if i filled you with hate

would you hate me till the end of your days
would you get back up without a daze
would you sock me back
and throw me to the floor
would you hit my head on the grounf
till i breathe no more
would you stand up
and let the blood mix with your tears
would you smile
and end all of your fears
would you do it again
and love it even more
would you do it again
even in the middle of a store
would you even let him/her suffer
would you even let him/her cry and curse
would you even let him/her build his/her hat for the worst
would you plant that seed of hate in his/her brain
would you make him/her scream in pain
would you not let him/her stop
would you make him/her **** a lot
would you let him/her **** anyone but you
would you know what these monsters you've created can do
would he/she tell you that you are not hate
would he/she tell you are simply a victim
an example of what it can create

would he/she tell you that this is your end
would he/she tell that there's nothing abut you he/she would miss
would he/she tell you that hate has no friend
would he/she give you a goodbye death kiss

would you feel betrayed by friends
would you feel that stab in the heart that hate sends
would you be stupid enough to not know why this is happening

would you be sad
would you feel bad
would you go away and die
realizing waht you've done
knowing no one will miss you
no one will cry

knowing all your leaving behind is hate
only fire in the eye
and a heart pierced by a steak

and the longer your in this hole
the deeper it gets
you know what it creates
and it made you pay the ultimate debt


What Would You Do (Love)  is in the works in progress
- From The Strongest Among You
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
what would you do
if i socked you in face

would you forgive me
knowing it was only an act of hate
would you walk away
knowing the terrible things it can create
would you be okay if someone knocked you to the floor
would you get back up with forgiveness
opening up friendships door
would you give him/her what advice you have
would you try to prevent him/her from doing it again
would you save a heart
would you prevent it from further pain
would you shield him/her from angers rain
would you tell him/her that anger isnt the only way
would you repeat it every day
not letting a single heart go astray
and if someone told you to stop
would you keep doing it anyway
would you remember right then
that the only thing we must fear more than evil
is the indifference of good people
would you put more passion in your beliefs
more than im putting in this pen
would you become an unbreakable lightning rod
would you rise above all evil
and ascend as a god
would you take your newfound power
and help those with none
would you sieze the hour
and help those who dont get one

and would all the people you.ve helped
all the lives you've changed
would the look at you wierd
would they treat you as someone strange
no
they would treat you as their friend
someone who helped
when life seemed to be at it's end
someone who knew
someone who told you why
someone who was there for you
smoeone who would never let you die
- From The Strongest Among You
Marco Jimenez Mar 2017
This is where I want to end up,
at the edge of the forest overlooking a lake,
the sound of nature every time I wake,
in the middle of nowhere with woods all around,
somewhere to be lost,
and nowhere to be found.
Marco Jimenez Nov 2016
Safe travels on your journey,
wherever you go,
know that in nature you always have a home,
the place where your beautiful children have grown,

Hold them close,
because ahead there may be darker days,
but together we can find the ways
out of the darkness & into the light,
because we humans don't give up,
we fight,
we fight against the coming night,
so that our children might see a brighter tomorrow,
free of fear, chains, & sorrow,

So safe travels on your journey,
wherever you go,
don't forget to sometimes take it slow,
just close you're eyes,
Smile,
& feel the wind blow,
take in the sun's heart warming glow,
listen to the rain & the water flow,

And late at night when you look up at the stars,
think of where you've been & where you are,
and don't worry how far the journey is ahead,
just fall asleep & rest your head,
tomorrow the world will have much more to show,

Safe travels my friends,
wherever you go.
Wrote this for a family I made friends with who are traveling the world.
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
why can't family be family again
we used to always be friends
we used to huddle together
whenever we got scared
we felt the warmth in one anothers arms
because we knew the love was there

we used to build forts out of whatever we had in our rooms
and wage sars
throwing pillows, books, and brooms

we used to have mini mosh pits
with just the four of us
we headbanged and pushed
we screamed and pretended to cuss

we used to protect eachother
we used to defend one another
we used to stand together like brothers and sister
when mom punished us we would all resist her

we used to be a family
a family that would always care
we used to be a family with more happiness than despair
we used to be a family that never hogged food or air
we used to be a family that told eachother we were there

we used to be a family
a family that sat down toghether and ate
we used to be a family full of our own ideas that we create
we used to be a family that got along without debate
we used to be a family with more love than hate

so why can't family be family again
and remember why those times were so good
why can't family be family again
and treat eachother the way we should

why can't family be family again
and throw the hate away
why can't family be family again
and invite the love to stay
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
they promised they'd be there
for their friends wedding day
they promised they'd be there
for their friends birthday

but they drank and drove anyway
they crashed and died before the end of the day
and deaths hand took them away
their family standing waving them away

they said they'd be with us forever
they said friendship
is the thing that keeps us all together

when we were kids
laughing and talking away
adults would ask us about drinking
and never knew what to say

now were older
still laughing and talking away
but when adults ask us about drinking
we say were doin it every day

why don't we just say
yea
im drinkin away my life
i might as well be slitting my throat with a knife
and erase my future kids and wife

so now im gonna get in this car
and drive
when i told you i'd never do it
i guess i lied

now im crashed and dead
and why
because to everyone i ever knew
i fed a lie
and after the crash
death stared me in the eye
and refused
when i asked to say bye
and as i floated away
i watched my friends and family cry
then i asked myself
why did i have to be stupid
why did i have to die
Marco Jimenez Nov 2016
I ask myself, why her?
well,
i'm not entirely sure.

But if I had to honestly guess,
Maybe its the way
she stands out from the rest.

Like
the way her laugh brightens my day,
the things she likes to do and say,
the way she chooses to pass the time,
the way she looks with her eyes into mine,
the way my heart beats the closer she gets,
the way it wants to break out of my chest,
the way she just loves to feel and to be,
young, wild, & free.
Marco Jimenez Mar 2010
you told me once
and then you said it twice
please tell me why
why must i sacrifice
i'm just too scared
i don't see this as right
i don't see this as fair
and when your going
and your in the middle of the air
you'll want to stop
you won't want to move at all
you won't want to move forward
creating a past
you won't want to look back at all the faliures you've had
and then you'll be asking yourself how things got so bad

you said everything would be fine
you said it would fade away in time
why hasn't anything changed
its been so long
everything just keeps going wrong
its so hard to trust
when what your told doesn't make any sense
its so hard to trust
when your forgotten by your family and friends
Marco Jimenez Oct 2010
lonely is the night that has no true love,
fire can't tell what you are thinking of,
one place is far and two are near,
better to live in death than in fear,
holding something can feel like a flower,
knowledge gives strength and wisdom gives power,
you can't know the right without knowing the wrong,
love makes you weak but also makes you strong,
death is imminent, it will come,
life is precious, you only get one,
do not be silent if you know what must be said,
living at all is better than being dead,
you have more than the things you own,
sitting beside ignorance is sitting alone,
let your life go to where its meant to be,
all should always know that all are always free,
dont be afraid to share a bit of your wisdom. one who is wise need not show all his wisdom to the world, yet one who is wise will share when needed
Marco Jimenez Mar 2011
I am ugly,
A useless wreckage of man,
Though I cry
None offer their hand,

None really care
For the dirt on which they walk,
Dirt such as me,
Maggots that can talk,

But do not have
What is called a voice,
Many things to want
But barely given choice,

Of all that I am
I am overweight,
I feel so disgusting
As I’m eating from this plate,

I feel my empty heart
Carrying an empty hole,
Looking for the comfort
That discomfort stole,

I am ashamed
Of being exactly me,
I am an utter disappointment
That disappointed eyes see,

It would fix nothing
By living or dying,
It seems my only ability
Is to sit here crying,

Worthless hearts
Were never meant to be,
So does that mean
A worthless heart is...
...is me?
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