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Robert Guerrero Nov 2013
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That's all I heard when my heart shattered and you left
Robert Guerrero Nov 2013
Was it a mistake?
Was awakening a poet
So lost in the depression
More important than being sane?
Was the questions better left be unasked?
They say everthing happens for a reason
So tell me what reason does this have?
Is it to show me that I shouldn't love?
Is it to show me that this poet is better off dead?
I'm tired of trying to reach his throat through my wrist
I want him gone
I think I should have never fell for her
Because it seems that I'm the one hurting myself
Far more than anyone has ever
My stupid ******* mother didn't even hurt me this bad
I'm the reason for these scars
Not the death I've witnessed
Not the *******'s and go **** yourself
Not the you're just like your mother
Not the you're just another charity case
Going nowhere but deeper in the alleys
As you want to scream when the world rapes you
I think I should have never fell for her
Was it a mistake?
Somebody answer me!
I don't want to find out
Big tough guy Robert is scared
And I don't have enough batteries for this flashlight
Robert Guerrero Oct 2013
Did she love me?
Does she now?
What can I do to get her back?
Am I useless?
Pathetic and weak by choice?
Did I forget who I was?
What the **** is wrong me?
I'm tired of the questions
Never accompanied by an answer
It's just somebody's opinion
That aggravates the rage
This ******* cliche life
Is a ruined wasteland
I might as well end
She awoken the sleeping poet in me
****, now I know why it went to sleep
One answer sponds two more questions
Should I love this girl to the fullest?
Should I avoid asking her out?
How badly will I hurt her?
Will she be the one to hurt me?
Life full of riddles and I'll riddle something for you
Is a life worth living if it was never given a chance to be lived?
Robert Guerrero Oct 2013
I can't think straight
This too long wait
Is too much to handle
I've walked for hours
Thinking only of you
Talking to the moon as if it was you
Feeling so empty
I can feel my blood harden
The hate you teach
Is beneath me, so fall in line
Start the fight that you won't win
I'd rage till you understand
I'm the monster in the moonlight shadows
You created from within your straightjacket
Bury your sins in these ruby eyes
Drink the dripping filth from sharpened teeth
Let me show you what you taught me
So I'll lie to you
Break your soul in two
Put your dreams beneath my feet and crush them like insects
I'll pretend to love, I'll show you hope
And when you least expect
I'll abandon you, like you did in the end
I've loved and lost
Yet lost it all when I loved you the most
So try to smile now
Feel your statue face crack
As the corners of your lips curl
Find the hope I leave you with
The only teddy bear for comfort
I'll feel alive as your wrist bleed
So close your eyes
Forever forget
Haunted, hollow, and hopeless
You're dead inside
I know you're no good
But yet, I still think of you
And distance tore us both apart
An ending we both should've seen
As now I can only hold you, when you enter my dreams
I just hope you can forgive
When I say I can't
I walked these hours knowing the pain
I'm hiding in the shadows
Running to the only place
We both called home
And even though it bears the title "Home"
Without you here, it feels so unknown
A vacant castle
Haunted by the ghostly scent
Of your intoxicating perfume
A shadow less feature
Bearing no common ground
The memories scorched in the walls
Playback when I walk by
And I remember
All the times I wanted to die
I've walked these walls
Hoping to find you in the picture frames
Yet you were worth more
Than the thousand words a picture held
So I'll scream into the winds
Hoping they'll carry my last message to you
Come home
The message of home echoes on
And every night I lie awake
In the hope that you'll return to me
But that hope faded fast
As day after day wore on
I couldn't take it anymore
Counting the seconds like hours
When you came home finally
You weren't met by a smile
Or teary eyes of ****** joy
But simply a rotting affection riddled corpse
Hanging from the chandelier you hated so much
The answer to the long asked question: How many Roberts does it take to make an epic poem? It takes two. Thanks Robert E for your help. Go check out his work. Awesome poet. Also my 450th poem
Robert Guerrero Oct 2013
I know I'll survive now
Even though my mother
Drunk and doped up on her usual
Cocktail of potential overdose
Abandoned me at an early age
Even though my father
Money hungry and starving for a dollar
Forgot time is more important than money
Because I found myself homeless
On the street corners looking for love
Begging for change
Every passerby giving my pennies and quarters
Dimes and nickels
Thinking a penny tossed in my coffee cup
Would buy me a shower
A single meal my lion stomach roared for
Or save their soul because I'm a charity case
But it wasn't the type of change I looked for
I truly longed for
It came when you walked by
You gave me a glance
A simple curvature of your undeniable intoxicating lips
Which caused me to blush
You said hello
And I knew I fell for you
That I would be able to cash in all these coins for a chance at your heart
And baby if you think you have a hollow chest
I'll become a caveman
Call it my home
Chase away every saber tooth virus
Trying to seperate me from the only place I can call home
I'll hunt caribou and elk
With the spears I'll make from my bones
Make a feast over the fire
I'll make the moments we spend together a memory
With every cave painting I leave behind
As I kiss your body with gentle hands
I hope I found a new home
Because I have nowhere else to go
No other place I rather be
Than holding you and telling you
Grab my hiking gear
Give me a megaphone
I want the world to know everytime
I tell you in a loving tone

Baby...I'm home
Robert Guerrero Oct 2013
I've set myself of the highway to success
Got caught in the traffic
Decided to walk
Got bored so I ran
That's where I went wrong
I've always had plans for myself
Sometimes they were big
Other times they were just a nuisance idea
That ricocheted in and out of my mind
I had my moments of fame
Now I'm just a has-been
Sitting at the computer
Reading the work I wish I could enjoy one more time
Drinking whiskey to hide the tears
I came to terms that I'll never be anything
I'll just be the kid with a talent that came and went
Always remembering the moments of fame
I never truly had
I'll never have back
What else to do
When everything I do
Is just like when I write poetry
Bleak and useless
Guess I burned out all the emotions or it just doesn't want to come out the way it used to. My new muse needs to kick in.
Robert Guerrero Oct 2013
Fine whiskey stirred under two cubes of ice
Glass getting cold as the roof top floods
Condesation causing precipitation
Weatherman didn't say anything about rain
But this storm has been brewing
In the gulf of my heart
Wild winds blowing like tornadoes through
Already devastated brain cells
Knocking sense in and out of my conscious
Bottle beside me and I'm prepared for the hurricane
It's howling siren roaring on the silence
Paul Revere riding the winds calling a new threat
A new call to arms
No. 7 and a blade
The new way to fight my battles
I'll sleep when this storm breaks
Maybe it won't
But I'm getting soaked as the glass grows empty
Bottle already drained
Guess the flood gates broke early this time
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