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Niel John Ortizo Jan 2016
I wanted to write a song
A song that would last through ages
A song sung by all races
A song that could reach any generation
Even small children sings along
I want to write a song that could unite
Mend every broken pieces
Even alleviate a damning sickness
Save a broken marriage
Strengthen failing relationships
Yet they won't know that the song
Was all about you
How I feel for you
So I want the song that I will write
Also reach you and tell you
That I really love you.
A narrative poem for you.
Niel John Ortizo Jan 2016
Sophistication beyond decree,
A body beyond degree,
With killing mind in a spree,
A beautiful woman men agree.
Niel John Ortizo Jan 2016
My life crumbled down
Like it was a fragile object
After being tossed around
By the baggers on the plane.
Being lead to a drama
That doesn't have an axis
No plot twists nor redos
Just another tragedy of me.
Now I only sing this shanty
That I learned from the sea
Awaiting the death me
Oh poor old man.
Niel John Ortizo Jan 2016
Only a sound,
Even just a bit of her voice,
I am assured she is there.
I don't why?
But the way talks,
The way she walks is all I need.
I may have known her,
Even with my primal instinct,
I could feel her presence.
Maybe I'm into her,
That she won't acknowledge,
But I really love her.
Niel John Ortizo Jan 2016
Sun kissed skin,
Tan lines like my kin,
Bikinis so paper thin,
Oh God, this is my sin.

Heat wave like fire,
Strong winds forming a spire,
In this situation so dire,
Saying it's good, makes me a liar.

Waves towering high,
Waves a surfer would die,
A thing I admire with a sigh,
Summer is here, it's no lie.
Niel John Ortizo Jan 2016
What I demand
Justice,
For all the broken
Hearts,
That cause them
Pain,
Because of those
*******,
So will never love
Again,
But I demand
Justice,
Because I want to
Change,
That girl's last
Name.
Sorry for this one
Niel John Ortizo Jan 2016
I had this one last stick of cigarette
I lit it up hoping it would last longer,
But each time I sip it gets shorter,
shorter and shorter by each second,
But with each sip I take I think about her
making each one long and painful,
Cause each sip I think of my mistakes
the real reason why I did lose her,
Now that she's gone I suddenly found
that letting her go was a wrong choice,
Cause I know I still love her
but there is nothing I can do about it,
Cause I know she's really move on
and I'm the only one who's still holding on,
So as I take my last sip of this cigarette
I will put out the fire like my love for her.
Sorry for the senseless poem.
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