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Robert Guerrero May 2016
Heard an old blues band out front
Walking down the banks of the Mississippi
Made me think of you
"I lost my baby"
The old guitar playing its final tunes
"In fields of clovers"
I can see you now dancing
"Where did she go"
Happily smiling never wanting to stop twirling
"In the arms of another"
Gone. Ripped from a heart
To stubborn to admit its missing a beat
The old guitar stops
Old man looks out on the water
Whispers
"Made me think of you"
His last song was about a woman
Loved and lost
Because she didn't know her heart was true
He waited
59 years
Never came
Same song
Same guitar
Never tuned
Never good
But he waited at the same old bar
Hoping for one chance
To just say goodbye
Robert Guerrero May 2016
I said she'll be fine without me
I thought he'll be fine if I wasn't around
But she ran off with a razor
Jagged edges and sharp exterior
Piercing smile with dig deeper eyes
And he found paradise floating
At the bottom of fire engulf seas
Thinking he was a pirate king
I thought they would be fine
I thought...
I thought....
......I thought.....
                          .......I......
Thought...
We had it perfect
A love a thousand miles long
But now that only seems like a walk
Compared to the wounds on your wrist
And the last thing you said to me
"I'm fine."
We had it made
Best friends till we died
Ride or die
**** or be killed
But alcohol took you
With an empty shell leaving your last thought
Painted clear to see on the wall behind you
"I'm fine."
Robert Guerrero Mar 2016
We pay homage to pieces of paper
As sunsets carry us out
From altar to carriage
Honeymoon kisses seconds before
Our feet leave the ground
Off to Brazil, maybe China
Perhaps a little romance
In the streets of Italy
Maybe one day
Wedding bells will ring
But for now
Listen to the sounds of the birds
I always fly higher then them
When you whisper in my ears
Come here
Till holy matrimony
Your cherries wont be pick
Whoops guess I lied
Got to carried away
You got to wet
Teasing became full frontal assault
Clash of bodies
Already married without a proposal
Maybe this was just meant to be
From violent hearts
Psychotic hearts
Mailbox hearts
To offering you broken shells
All that remains of my nomad heart
Robert Guerrero Mar 2016
Between these sheets of satin love
Violence breaks cherries
Serenity found in screams and moans
Yeah babe this is a *** poem
About how I'm going to take from you
The last of your innocence
As you put my demonic instincts on a leash
There will be blood
As if Jack the Ripper
Found his way between your legs
The pierced silence quivers as lips curve back
Hiding under your teeth
Moans rupture as hair gets pulled
*** cheeks spanked leaving clues
As to whom it was that made you a ******
Begging, pleading, praying for more
As the width of my **** grows
Pushing harder onto your ***** walls
The gravity defying length of its throbbing prowess
Plunging ten thousand leagues into your soul
The violent serenity of our *** life
Becomes a perfect portrait
We paint every night with the stains
Our love produces onto bed spreads
Needing to be burned after such defilement
Robert Guerrero Mar 2016
It beeps and beeps
Letting me know I'm still alive
Heart pounding strong
Walking up hills and down valleys
Straight lines every now and again
I wonder if you can hear me
The silence of my tongue
Pulsating on the heart monitor
Trying to reassure you that I'll pull through
Beep...beep....beep
Its kind of funny
Robotics copying the sound of my heart
A hollow frame of metallic plating
With scared thoughts hiding on every pulse
I wonder what would happen
If I awoke from this vegetated state
And hugged you
If my brain would function again
And form a three word phrase
But the way the heart monitor is
Shows how slow my heart beats
Shows the seconds I no longer have with you
One more beep
I'll keep it going
Hoping to see your face once more
Hoping I can see joy fall from your eyes
I can't keep going
I hear you reading poems
Talking to both our parents
Trying to find peace as your world fades
I'm sorry I wasn't stronger
To keep myself alive longer
Maybe I can tell you I love you
With the way this heart monitor beats
Let me die, let it beat thrice, let you know
I'll be by your side
Even if there is no afterlife
But dying with your hand in mine
Is a better way then how the paramedics found me
Robert Guerrero Mar 2016
Like Broadway
Only brighter
The actors are stars
And their scenes are on the coattails of comets
One star falls
Another reaching out
Preventing broken legs
On this midnight stage
Millions come out to play
Only few eager to watch
Maybe oneday the moon will smile
At the love I'll have
But for now
Its all a play
Entertainment for the next
An empty venue
Awaiting an audience
For this midnight play
Where catastrophe and beauty
Dance in perfect harmony
Robert Guerrero Mar 2016
Its a long list of things I'd like to say
But none can match up
To the fact that we no longer talk
For reasons I dont care for
I was the only one with feelings
And you misguided me
Held my hand and lied to me
Told me you felt the same
But when push came to shove
Light bulbs went out
Breakers were turned off
And every square mile
Lost power in your heart
My idiocy led me to believe
It could still work
Candles I lite
Just to find my way to you
But nothing was enough
We waged war against each other
I fought to show you
Feelings can travel any distance
Its the effort of reaching
That's too much for you
It doesn't matter anymore
This will be my last poem to you
You're a weight on my mind
Wondering if you're ok
If work has been any better
If you still think of me
I want to say I dont care
In reality I would be lying
You drove me crazy for 3 years
Even when I couldn't talk to you
Or when I failed to keep a promise
I have done nothing but love you
And that was my fault
You'll probably tell I'm not to blame
Dont worry, I still have conversations
With your voice in my head
And sure that makes me sound insane
But we both already knew
That's what made me a better writer
If I could change anything
It would be the distance
That kept us apart for so long
Yet when finality of words comes
So to does my last I love you
I've written you a total of 8 letters
Each I burned
Because the phrase up in smoke
Applied for 3 years worth of love
Of tears you shed that I couldn't wipe away
Of lonely nights I couldn't get you through
Of restless days when the weight
Of everything took its toll
Maybe it really is best for a final goodbye
For one last poem
One last sign
That my feelings were true
But with every passing second
I realize everything was just a lie
You never really loved me
You had to love the idea of me
There's not much to love in me
Its all violence and chaos
Desolation within twisted compulsions
That always seem to throw me back
Into the lions den of emotions
Tabitha, I still have your number
Its written on every wall in my head
I memorized it so I wouldn't forget
That on the other line of that number
Was a voice repeating simple
You're crazy
And the way you tried to go ghetto
When you're as white as mayo
I really hope everything is at its best
I'm sure it got better with me gone
And I didn't forget your birthday
I just didn't want to bother you
I figure me gone
Makes a happier you
So its time for me to go


Sincerely,
                  Robert L. Guerrero
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