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Feb 2015 · 448
Walking Into The Past
Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
Coming home never seemed like a bad idea.
After being away for about seven years, I thought maybe everything would be the same.
The people, my friends.
Was it such a crazy thought? To think everyone would the same people as they were in high school?

This aching feeling in my soul is starting to take over me. I get high.
To forget the feeling, for a couples minutes.
Then I'm back to where I started...

Growing up never seemed like a negative thing. It was supposed to be so exciting and thrilling. I now realize it's full of life ******* you over, repeatedly.

Walking back to the past, during present time. Almost like time traveling.
I need to get away, but I don't know where.
Feb 2015 · 379
Higher
Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
I breathe you in,
Inhaling all the pain,
Exhaling the peace.

Addicting, your taste, your high.
Your smell, as strong as air.

Higher, I fly to another world.
A world full of thoughtless thoughts
Nothing but peaceful happiness.

The trip down,
I fly higher
Feb 2015 · 340
Today
Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
Today I heard a song,
Memories flushed back, like streaming water from a river.
One song....
That's all it took.

Now I find myself writing poems about you.
Words on a page that will never get to you.

Pointless. Pointless. Words.
Feb 2015 · 386
Trapped
Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
Two years later I find myself missing you.
Five years together, Two years apart.
One heart,
A million feelings.

Wondering if you still think of me.
Of what we used to be,
Of what we used to have.

Because I find myself trapped.
Trapped in a feeling of love,
Feelings that will not go away.
Feelings that haunt me, like a spirit in the dark.

Does it have a meaning?
A meaning I have not yet understood?
Will you come back? Or are you gone forever?
Because I am trapped in your love and I can't let go.
Jan 2015 · 475
Misguided Souls
Rebecca Figueroa Jan 2015
Empty, I see memories walk by me as I ponder on the past.
Back lashing at the times when we had a blast.
Pretending we were family, brothers and sisters.
Doing reckless ****, tearing everything apart like twisters.

Concluding we were all soul mates
Thinking meeting each other was fate.
Two years, that's how long it took for our souls to match
Yet a year for our souls to detach.

We look at each other now like a yearbook
A book full of memories
Yet characters who never really knew
Knew each other for who they truly were.
Misguided Souls.
Sep 2013 · 488
Back To The Beginning
Rebecca Figueroa Sep 2013
When the sun goes down, the night emerges
in a blink of an eye, everything changes.
Happy mornings, Lonely nights
how I wish I could go back.

To the day where it began.
When everything was fun and games.
When the nights lasted for hours
because we were under each others powers.

You kissed my cheek, but really it was my heart.
The touch of you felt complete.
It was the end yet a new start.
When I closed my eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

The saying, "You don't know what you have til' it's gone"
Is a saying I will forever depend on
because I now know what it means to feel alone.

Now you are gone
Like a cold winter night
Wanting to hold you tight in my arms
and tell you, I miss you

But you're gone
This I know.
Nothing will be the same
It's just a hollow feeling left inside.

All there is left to do is hope that life brings us back to each other,
to never fall out of love.
To always love each other
like the first night where it all started
& you held me
to never let me go.
Aug 2013 · 1.4k
Foggy Nights
Rebecca Figueroa Aug 2013
A dark foggy night,
full of thoughts
full of beats
full of scents

The thoughts in your head
the beat of your heart
the scent of your body

Your body on me,
the heart beats faster
as I get weaker.

The weaker I get,
the better it feels.

My body tingles
from head to toe
like being shocked
my body locks

Locks like a treasure
A story to make
a lesson to be made
memories to create.

A foggy night,
full of love,
full of lust,
full of you.
Aug 2013 · 478
What do you see?
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
Aug 2013 · 313
My Definition of Life
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.
Jul 2013 · 661
Up to this point
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
Jul 2013 · 914
Summer days
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.
Jul 2013 · 466
Why
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?
Jul 2013 · 806
Stranger
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.
Jul 2013 · 420
Thank you
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.
Jul 2013 · 503
Answered Prayers
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
When I close my eyes in days of trouble, you give me
peace
&
hope.

I wait patiently for your answer, and when that answer has been answered...
I get as happy as a little girl who just found out the new barbie was made!

So, tonight.. I want to say,
Thank you.
Thank you for calming my troubled sea.
For listening to my every night cry  

You are indescribable, amazing!

So, thank you for listening to me,
and thank you for answering  my prayer.

You are beautiful, Lord.
Just the all time favorite BEST of THE BEST!
Jul 2013 · 990
The Friend in You
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Ever since that day, the day that I decided to walk out of your life
ever since that day I have missed you.
Not you as a boyfriend but as the friend in you.
I miss ending my days talking to you...
On FaceTime, texting you day and night.
I miss falling asleep on the phone with you.

I miss the fact that I could tell you about my day and laugh about it.
You are the first one I have truly opened up myself to.
The only one that made excited things even more exciting
because I know you would be happy that anything good happened to me.

I miss laughing at stupid things with you...
I miss the love your family offered me.
The fact that they made me feel like their own kid.
I miss your dad's strong country accent.
Your mom's little kid ways.

I miss you

Not as a boyfriend, I miss the friend in you.

Why can't you just be okay with being friends?
... Why can't you be part of my life anymore?
But you meant so much... Now you are just a stranger full off memories.

Someone that I used to know...
I only wish the best for you. Always have & always will
Jul 2013 · 691
Best Friend
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Days feel like years
Nights feel like centuries.
The loneliness creeps in like a stormy day.
The feeling inside is as quiet as can be, crying out loud without a sound.
Weeping without tears, feeling like nothing can be worse.

Then I think of you and close my eyes and feel the warmth of your arms.
The love you give me is like being submerged in the ocean,
it is undefined and infinite.
As big as the sea yet as simple as sand.

I calm down, knowing that everything will get better.
Trusting you is what makes me strong as a rock.
It keeps me living life and enjoying the little things that no one sees.
The lonely nights turn into nights of love and comfort.

You are all I need... You are all I need...
When I feel lonely, I sit in bed and just close my eyes and talk to you,
because I know you hear me, because I know you care, because I know you love.
I wait patiently for your answer...
I know my prayers will be answered if I trust in you.

When i'm lonely, I look to you, and feel peace.

Because when I feel as lonely as a feather...

You are my best friend.
Jul 2013 · 361
My Frog
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
The day will come...
They day when I will find my own frog.
To kiss, to hold, caress, to behold.

The day will come...
The day that I will wake up to a beautiful creature before me.
To observe, to learn, to live.

The day will come...
The day when I get to kiss my own personal frog.
The sweet, soft, lovely lips.

The day will come...
The day when I walk down the isle to meet you.
The two most beautiful phrases.

I do and Til death do us Part.

And when that day comes, I will be strong.
I will beautiful, inside and out.
I will never let go.

That day is taking too long.

How I long to hold you. To kiss you. To hug you.
To feel you and love you.

But the more I wait, the more special you seem to me.
I know that God is preparing you just like I want you to be.
I know you will be the BEST!
Because the Best Waits,
My own little frog.
Jul 2013 · 507
Faith
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Faith is what helps you get through life
just a little easier, just a little better.
Faith is what helps you be positive.
It is what puts life in a new perspective.
A new way of viewing the world, in a more
beautiful way.
Faith is seeing with your eyes shut closed.
It is walking in a dark room believing that there is light in the end.
How do we find so?
By believing in God. Having morals, believing in the unseen.
Discovering that there are worse things in life than our problems.
By believing that God is the only one who can make your big problems seem like a
grain of salt.
Faith is what makes life beautiful.
Without it, no dreams would be accomplished.
No goals to reach.
Just a sad place with no light.
A world full of people, full of no one.
Full of light, Darkened with shadows.
Faith is never giving up.
Jul 2013 · 1.1k
Falling In and Out Young
Rebecca Figueroa Jul 2013
Young love is a love that is unexplainable.
A love that is adventurous, exciting, and fun.
Young love is like the wind.
You don't see it, but you can feel it.

Time passes and the love only grows stronger and stronger.
Like the tides of the ocean as the sun sets.
Each and everyday you find yourself with the certain person longer and longer.
Thinking about being with them begins the sweats.

The honey moon stage passes and you become comfortable.
They become a best friend rather than someone you just met.
Suddenly they become a big part of your life.
Someone you just cannot forget.

... Then it hits you.
You both are growing up together, yet separately.
You find yourself stranded, something out of the blue.
You are no longer on the same page. Trying to put everything into perspective, gently.

Slowly you find yourself falling out of love.
Not trying anymore.. Not caring.

It ends... Only to left wondering why you put yourself through all the above.

Young love is a love that is unexplainable.
A love that is fast, heartbreaking and sad.
Young love is like a cliff hanger.  
It leaves you empty and confused.

— The End —