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Monica Martinez Feb 2013
I've been torn, broken between two
     But I am only one, and I can't seem to choose
My heart is confused with nuero misfires
     Dazed and confused, my heart, it aches
For not only him but you

What can I do to relieve this pain
      It leaves me with only one to gain
Who's to say which one is the right way
      But as it stands, my heart, it aches

I do not know what it is I can do
      So that I do not hurt either of the two
My heart it hurts and bleeds, with love
      But I still cannot find which is above
Its an endless battle with me against myself
      My heart it beats for two, with love
But I cannot endure it for much longer
      Because my heart can only get so much stronger
A muscle in itself, my heart, it aches
Jul 2011 · 469
This is my release...
Monica Martinez Jul 2011
This is my release
                Creativity flowing from my fingers
                Through the pen onto the paper
This is my release
                Ideas drowning out my suffering
                Filling my head with clarity
This is my release
                Every note that leave my lips
                Converting to an ever favorite song
This is my release
                Knowing that someday…
                I will truly be released
Jul 2011 · 958
Stellar Gaze
Monica Martinez Jul 2011
I gaze into the sun
Unaware of the adverse effects
That begin to unfold in my body
Yet I’m carefree and gaze more

Yes, the bright star hurts my eyes
But the stellar glow,
Keeps my eyes affixed

Others around me warn me
They say that I’ll go blind
Yet I’m carefree and gaze on

Deeply intuitive to every glistening ray
For to miss such a splendor
Would be a worse fate
Than losing sight
Jul 2011 · 457
My Turn
Monica Martinez Jul 2011
When will it be my turn?
To feel carefree and happy
When will it be my turn?
To be charmed by my prince
When will it be my turn?
To exert my passion in color on canvas
When will it be my turn?
To be envied for my being
When will it be my turn?
To see it all fall down
When will it be my turn?
To fear to loathe
To understand why life is a *****
When will it be my turn?
To succeed, overcome, and feel alive
And rid myself of the “when”
And make it an “It Will”
Because it will be my turn someday
Jul 2011 · 827
I'm Reaching Out
Monica Martinez Jul 2011
Love is something that comes in various forms
A friend, lover, family member, or someone you never met
I want to be able to understand, true feeling, emotion
And still be able to be slightly inhuman, devoid of emotion
I tread through life looking for answers to my infinite questions
It seems what I want is not feasible and yet I continue
My devotion through it all
I’ve lived thus far losing those I love and
I try and keep them alive in my heart
Because life seems so treacherous, and desolate
A bumpy road with forks and one way streets
And I’m reaching out but no one’s there
To save me
Jul 2011 · 373
Everlasting Eyes
Monica Martinez Jul 2011
Eyes like the night
                                                                ­                Engulfing my entirety
Body and soul
I wander around your body
Can you hear me?
Whispering sweet nothings upon your ear
Can you feel my delicate fingers caressing you?
Can you feel my footsteps upon your heart?

I am here for an everlasting eternity
Finding a way to get closer to you
Uncovering your soul, your being
Until I satisfy my lust to have you

How eagerly I trot around you
Can you feel me?
I’m here, I’m there, I’m all around
Pouring emotions all around
From my own soul
Can you feel me?

When will you find me?
And give me what I desire
When will you release me from my cage?
For I’ve had enough now
I want you,
Forever together, my blazed trail in your body and mind
And you’re in mine, our hearts one
Together as one
For it is only I that can fill your void
And only you can fill mine
We love, laugh, and live as one another
Forever in yours and mine
Everlasting eyes
Jul 2011 · 487
A Familiar Darkness
Monica Martinez Jul 2011
I saw you standing there
And suddenly became blind
The darkness seemed so infinite
Yet it was a darkness I knew
I grasped it in search of something
Real, something of substance
Still I found nothing
I called through the seemingly endless end
Hoping for any answer,
Whether it be the dark or myself, calling back
Being alone never suits anyone’s fancy
Still I find myself alone
Just my thoughts and I traveling
Through an endless state of loneliness
And yet there you stand, still
A vivid image of what I wish I had
With one hand at your side and the other
Reaching, reaching, through the dark
Awaiting the time my misguided hand will find yours
Through it all

But here I sit, all alone, searching
With only my will to lead me on
Through the familiar darkness

— The End —