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Rebecca Figueroa Aug 2013
Look in the mirror,
what do you see?
A beautiful face.
A beautiful smile.

Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
A beautiful soul.
A beautiful mind.

Look in the mirror,
Every minute, every hour, everyday.
Tell yourself,

I am a beautiful person.
I need no makeup,
no boy
Just me.

And see how your world changes from
negative to positive
from black to white
from dry to paradise.

Look in the mirror,
What do you see?
*A beautiful creature
Rebecca Figueroa Aug 2013
This is a poem.
A poem about nothing,
that speaks about everything.
It has no beginning,
yet there is an end.
No story line,
just a lesson learned.
Not a story about me,
but it talks about my life.

No letters,
no pages,
no rhythm,
no rhyme.

A story, a poem, a lesson.

& *that's how life is.
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
I want to start this off by saying, the
famous saying.. "Everything happens for a reason."

Fifteen years old is a young age to start dating.
I can now tell, four years later, why my parents wanted me to wait to start dating.
Dating takes time, commitment, and consideration.
Being in a serious relationship for four years, living life as if it was a fairytale.
High School sweethearts, continuing life after high school into college, together.
It was a fairytale, I didn't not I was living.

In a matter of a year, life changes, it takes an intense turn, an illegal U-turn.
Nothing is the same. Everything is erased. Everything is taken away.

Not having the one person in my life that I thought I would marry, is sad.
Although it's sad, I cry tears of joy.
Because It is a lesson taught, a memory well learned, an unforgettable experience
that life offered me.

Yet, at the same time it feels as though I have lost someone very closed to me.
Like you passed away, yet you're standing in front of me.
Like I have never met you, yet I know your whole life.

Life, up to this point has opened up a new chapter.
Well, that's an understatement, more like a whole new book.
A book in a completely different genre.

The storm has passed, and I am not afraid of moving on.

New chapter, new apartment, new city, new friends, new people.
God, God is the reason that life happens.
He has written my story from beginning to end and i'm experiencing what is
suppose to happen,
step by step
day by day
month to month
Year to Year
Everything happens so that better things can happen.

Up to this point...

Life has taken an illegal U-turn.
A U-turn worth taking.
A U-turn that has only brought better things in life.

*Everything happens for a reason
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Hot summer mornings, Cold summer nights.
I wake up to the smell of sun block and bronzer
My body absorbs the rays of the sun
like a mermaid at sea.

Hot summer days
full of ice cream and riding convertibles,
Oh summer days, how I love you.

The days dragging twice as long,
the drag I like, the drag I crave.
Hot, **** bonfires at the beach
the smell of freedom
youth
wild
&
love

The sound of the waves is as loud as the
beat of my heart
That's how much I love summer days

& when it's over?
Memories have been made.
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Why
All I seem to notice nowadays are bad people being blessed.
Conservative states with good morals being blown away.
My question is, Why does bad things happen to good people?

Killers are rewarded with followers.
Devil worshipers with money
Country states with tornadoes.
As if the new trend is bad is the new good

Good deeds equals a bag of coal
nothing but dirt
Good people are left with nothing but worries.
alone and empty.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
The world is corrupted, trashed no longer innocent.

Where is God?
Are you here?
Can you see?
Why won't you stop this?!

Why? is the only question repeated by many, asked by none
only left with more questions
and loneliness...
nothing but hatred and a mixed of emotions...

*Why?
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Almost family
no longer anything..

I ask myself the same question everyday,
Will we ever be okay again?

So hard to believe that you were in my life for so long.
Four years felt like the wind, endless..
So fast yet so slow
Like a dream, deep yet short.

Loving you was a feeling that taught me a lesson.
A lesson i'll never forget. A lesson leaving me confused.
A brake up so strange and painless yet full of tears and emptiness.

Four months have passed...
We look at each other like we have never met before.
Speak like we have never spoken.

We are strangers full of memories.
A treasure without gold
A genie without the bottle

The thought of never having you in my life again
is a scary thought... yet it is closure.
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Dear God,

Tonight I only want to thank you for waking me up this morning and letting me live another day.
I thank you for keeping me safe and letting me spend another marvelous day with the family.
I thank you for making me feel special and for always being with me, protecting me.

I thank you for everything you've done and everything you will do.


With much love,

Your Daughter.
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