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Jul 2013 · 356
Shhhh...It's A Secret
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Hey...


                                                        ­    ...this is our little secret



                                                       ­                                                                 ­                  ...I love you




                                 ...forever
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I wasted over 16 relationships
Never meant to be a player
Never thought I was
I just wanted a woman to love me
For the monster I am
I never meant to hurt anybody
But how bad can one man be at love
If I can't love someone
Who the hell will love me
Am I really that bad at love
That you wont even look in my direction
Have I left disgust on your lips
Have I not tried to make you happy
Walking away was the hardest
But You made it look easy
The first time we parted ways
So I tried it the other two times
I must be really bad at love
If I can't seem to keep a girlfriend for longer than a month
Poem for one of my friends. In a way it captures me but mainly for him.
Jul 2013 · 647
This Damn Hand Wont Shut Up
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I have no words left to say
My hand still speaks
Even as my heart and mind is silenced
Drained from the years of writing
When will it end
When can I finally rest
This **** hand wont shut up
And I'm trying to sleep
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
She loves me!
She loves me not!
She loves me?
Stupidest game I ever played
Watching the pedals fall
Like my heart
Making love with my feet
When it reached the bottom
Only because I wasted my time
Being the pawn in your twisted game of love
I'm glad it's over between us
Nothing remains
Not even a friendship
You let that go to waste
When you decided
It couldn't be true
I'm bored. Reminiscing an old ex & friend
Jul 2013 · 1.4k
Emotionally Drained
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
This bathtub heart
Filled from years of filthy emotions
Finally drained when a poem
Pulled the plug
Now I'm emotionally drained
From loving and hating
Always ****** at the world
For dealing me ******* hands
I'm going on vacation
I look forward to reading your works
This doesn't make sense at all.
Jul 2013 · 2.1k
Hello...Mother
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am?
You don't remember these soft drown eyes
Staring into the vacant depths
Of your glazed over eyes
Donut wholes on your sunk in face
Mother, I'm that 13 month old baby
You abandoned and never looked back on
I'm the nuisance in the back of your head
Wishing you would wake up and feed me
Change my soiled diapers
The way you should change your habits
Mother, pleas I'm begging
I'm crying tears of snowflake shadows
I need you yet you're not there
You're two inches from my face
Crashing into couch cushions
Like suicide bombers
Needle stil stuck in your arm
Filling your veins with a substance
That prevented you from loving me
Hello...mother
Do you remember me?
Do you know who I am now?
I wanted you to love me
Tell me bedtime stories
Keep the nightlight on
Long enough for me to fall asleep
Unafraid of what the shadows hold
Tuck me in and kiss me goodnight
Like the moon itself
Every night to the rest of the world
I want to be your world
Drenched in your loving moonlight
But no, the drugs you overdosed on
Prevented you from doing just that
And you still haven't learned your lesson
You called me several times
Telling me you love me
That you're sorry for leaving
But within the 5 minutes
It took you to choke your tongue
To say even one of those words
You sail away on that kite
Crash immediately into my heart
Causing missile words to bombard my walls
Calling me worthless, pathetic, and a waste
Hello...mother
Please remember me!
Please remember who I am!
I'm the baby you refused to hold at birth
I'm the last child of four
You wish you would have aborted
1 month prior to my concieving
Hello...mother
The late night hours of needles and pills
Powdery white lines cut like a chef
Must have erased me from your life
And if I could bleed every drop of your blood out
I'd carve canyons in my wrist
Let loose the dams
Drown in the wake
I don't want to be your son
I want to be the child of four you never had
Hello...
Forgive me for this
I know you don't remember me
I know you don't know who I am
But I hate you
I can only thank you for making me a poet
Giving me this curse
Because I'm no longer your puppet
Or your voodoo doll
With 12 needles in his chest
I'm the kid you will never know
So this greeting shall be as strangers
You never cared to know me
So this farewell shall be as strangers
Goodbye...
                  ...Mother
I've been working on this poem for several months. Finished finally.
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
May I have your attention please
This is not a hoax
There have been reports
Of a mass suicide
Death count has reached over
800,000 per 1,000,000 people per year
Most commonly happens to youths and females
This is a plead with the nation
A global catastrophe
So please listen and try
To understand what is happening
In our society today
When you see a young adolescent
Comment on how hard he works
Not on his skin color or his preference in clothes
Nor his ideas about life
When you see a female
Don't call her ugly
Don't call her fat
Don't disregard her in any means
Compliment her on her eyes
The way she smiles
Make the world a better place
If you see a youth in distress
Offer some assistance
This Is A Public Announcement
Please do not disregard
A life might just be saved
If you listen for once
Help your fellow man out
We are all we have
This is Robert Guerrero
With DOBS News saying
Thank you and goodnight
DOBS stands for Diary Of Broken Souls.
Jul 2013 · 416
This Is How You Feel
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
You lose yourself in her closeness
You relish in the love you have
Everything becomes petty nonsense
You never want to leave her side
It's like her body is a magnet
And yours is the lucky
Piece of metal it latched onto
It's not everyday you fall in love
With total perfection
But everyday you fall deeper in love
With her perfection
This is how you feel
I know because I've been there
To Castro who doubted me when I said I know how you feel.
Jul 2013 · 548
Untitled 30
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
You found me in dark corners
Hiding from the world
Displaced by my hatred and anger
Coped with my pain
And slithered your way into my walls
You gave me a chance
Loved me when nobody else did
Held me when the world was ending
Dragged me out of the oceans
Of blood that came from my wrist
You were my lifeguard
Saved my drowning soul
You never gave up on me
Even when I did
But I gave up on you
Only because it seemed unreal
Happiness was the only thing
I tasted on your lips
Joy I found when I stared in your eyes
Love I heard when I listened to your voice
Life inches away from my ears
When I layed on your chest
But I couldn't believe it
I never felt this
And my biggest regret
Is pushing you away
Jul 2013 · 583
Time To Move On
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I'm tired of writing
About every ******* problem
I feel like a ***** always complaining
I cut my wrist
I smoke ****
I drink alcohol
Nobody gives a ****
Time to move on
Write my last poem
And say *******
To this trashed gift
Adios
Goodbye
Good riddance
I'm throwing my life away
Along with the people
I've come to know

This ******* has gone on long enough
Time to move on
And find another coping mechanism
Worth every second
Maybe it's time to stop thinking
And time to start doing
Meet me in the obituary


I hope this is what you wanted
To finally hear me
Give up on the one thing
I loved endlessly
******* poem
last poem...maybe
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I didn't cut myself
I'm just fine
It's just a scratch
Oh the red stuff
That's just ketchup
I was eating a hamburger

You walked away
Bad decision
You didn't look in my other hand

Everything I just told you is *******
I'm carving "Help me"
Into these ancient veins
I'm not mining for gold
I'm mining for iron
A little bit of nickle
I just didn't want you to worry
I'll wake up in the morning

I think?
Jul 2013 · 1.3k
It's Complicated
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I hate you!
Everything about you
Reeks with the scent of stupidity
You're a disgusting figure
Hopeless and pathetic
I'd carve valleys into your wrist
Awaken the streams coursing
Just beneath your flesh
You're a discrimination
An utter abomination
Skeletons look better than you
Rotting corpses taste sweeter than your name
I's complicated to describe you
I hate you
You ******* *******
Go ******* **** yourself
I can't sum it up enough
How much I hate you
Even if you are my reflection
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
She loved him once
Gave him everything she could offer
He wrapped his greedy fingers
Around her heart
Choked it till it stopped beating
But when she regained her strength
She found she still loved him
He couldn't find another victim
So he fed her lies and *******
He treated her like a queen
Found the treasure
He looked for once before
Only to shatter the remnants of her heart even further
She said to herself
Love him or **** him
If he can't love me
Nobody ever will
So she shot him
Hung him by his dying neck
Beat him with a dull machete
Used him for target practice
And slit her own throat
Their bodies found
Bathed in each others blood
Bored again
Jul 2013 · 1.2k
Shallow Grave
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I'm not digging my grave
I'm just going to hang from this tree
Bleeding from my wrist
Drunk off the freshly opened bottle of Jack Daniels
My grave is in total opposite
I'm six feet above the ground
In this shallow grave
Nobody even knows I'm here
They're all probably thinking it's a hoax
Well I'm no UFO
Or Bigfoot sighting
I'm a 17 year old
Hanging from the neck
Of my favorite old oak
I think it's over 100 years old
I left a note
I wonder if they found me yet
I told them I was dead already
Nobody ever believes me
Maybe now they will
When they see what I carved into my wrist
Jul 2013 · 338
So Fucking Confused
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I love you
I love her
She loves him
You're with him
How do I go from point A
To point B
If every bridge is burnt
I'm so ******* confused
There are no answers to my questions
Might as well stop asking the oldest
What do I do?
Jul 2013 · 729
Too Many Chances
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
When does enough become enough
When do I finally cave
I tried to love you
But it wasn't me who failed
You failed my heart
I entrusted you with it all
I pushed past the heartache
Refused to bow to the pain
And you blew it like a kiss
I'm glad I can say
You're the past
Frozen in time
I'm the future
Always moving forward
Dedicated to a great poet, Haley Dalton.
Jul 2013 · 4.1k
Psycho Gore Fest
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
It's raining blood
Intestines dress the trees
Like Christmas lights
Heads on stakes
I'm king of the ****** Gore Fest
No rules no regulations
Come bathe in blood
Taste the sweet metallic flavor
Rejoice in the rotting of enemies
This is just the beginning
Of the ****** Gore Fest
Jul 2013 · 252
Torn (10w)
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Should I love you
Do I even know how too
Jul 2013 · 553
I'm Hungry
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I have a sudden sensation
A craving for something
An intense lust for something
I think it might be you
My palms are clamy
My **** is throbbing
I wonder if I'm hungry
Unable to fulfill this animal instinct
To place myself in between your thighs
Lose all sight and sound
As your mouth opens to moans
While your hair flows in the direction
You twisted your head
I'm suddenly hungry
Not for food
But for ***
For the passionate essence of love
So what do you say
We go do it in your parents bed
You hate them anyways
Bored poem.
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
If you asked me if I was real
I would tell you no
But if you looked to my wrist
Those scars are all too real
These smiles and laughs
Come from the instinct to hide
To avoid the predatory explanations
Everyone will ask for
When I tell them I'm not happy
I can't tell you in a sentence
And I'm not asking for time
So you can hear my story
Cutting it short would still take too long
The summary itself would take all day

The smiles are fake yes
But not these scars
So if you ever see me
Look the other way
You'll see nothing more than a mask
Deemed undesirable even at a masquerade
This isn't a charade
Or a game I'm playing
I don't need your attention
I'd rather be left alone
Because you'll want to know
Why there is so much blood at my feet
Why the scars I have are the only thing that's real

I'm not the person everybody knew back then
I'm just the kid looking for a way out
No escape ropes
Or secret passage ways
I want a clean way out
Making sure to never end up
Back in the pits
I managed to pull myself out of
I want to be free
From the mask I wear now
To quit my acting career
And finally be who I was meant to be
I'd like these scars to fade
And these smiles to be real
Because it's killing me
To be like this
I don't want to be the author
Of another tragedy
I don't want to dance
One of those fancy dances
I just want to smile for real...for once
Jul 2013 · 410
Untitled 29
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
She's screaming joyful laughter
While sinking her teeth into the tears
Of her new found toy
Playing cat and mouse
With his head
He's screaming agony
While he pounds his head
Wanting her to stop
But his heart tied her to him
So he just chases the love and the thoughts
Out with a single bullet
No idea where this came from
Jul 2013 · 876
Heaven Is Too Far To Reach
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Arms stretched to breaking point
High as they can possibly reach
Even climbed this old oak
For a better vantage point
Still I'm too small in this ever growing world
Why do I try to reach for something I cannot obtain
Dreams are fantasies filled with useless attempts
Heaven is too far to reach
So why do I continue
On this pointless adventure
Climbing trees and mountains
Then climbing trees at the top of mountains
My reach will never come closer
I'm a pebble in this mountain of boulders
The sapling in this forest of sequoias
I'm reaching for nothing
Wishing it was something
And these shooting stars
Aren't hearing my wish
No matter how loud I get
I'm starring at constellations
Hoping to become one
Stretching my limbs
As high as they can go
Then even higher
Only to be taught a lesson
Heaven will always be too far for me to reach
Jul 2013 · 543
This Gift
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
You call it a gift
A talent
Able to pour raw emotions
Perfectly into the lines
Of creased paper
Yet you might mot see it through my eyes
It's a curse
A wicked blessing
Fully visible to my eyes
Unable to go a day
Without putting pen to paper
Unable to stay focused in my classes
Always tempted to write
This addiction has became a full on obsession
Where is the gift in that
How is it a blessing in disguise
When everything revolves
Around one poem being born
Poetry is my god
My altar to repent
The only thing I can trust
This gift
Has became the one thing keeping me alive
So we'll just call it Poetry
Jul 2013 · 818
Am I The Reason pt 4
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Am I the reason
Her prayers never get answered
or the reason they're no longer whispered
I can't keep living this life
If I'm the reason
For everything going wrong

Am I the reason
Her chest no longer heaves
Or the reason her blood ran dry
It's pointless isn't it
Asking this question
For as long as I have

Am I the reason
Her memory is forgotten
Or the reason her father
Is still crying three tears a day
I can't take this blood on my hands
I don't know if it's an illusion

Am I the reason
She never found the peace we both deserved
Or the reason I'm sailing on that fantasy
I can't live two lives
But I'm trying for her

Am I the reason
Everything turned to ****
Or the reason it's no longer turning
Her world was perfect without me
Maybe I am the reason for all of this
And sorry doesn't cut it

Am I the reason
Am I
Why shouldn't I be
It was my name on her lips
That her last breath carried to my ears
Finally the 4th part to it.
Jul 2013 · 1.8k
Independence Day
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Today is Independence Day
Yet I'm still depending on you
To tell me you love me
When do I get to write my Constitution
When do I get to free myself
From the tyranny of my heart
Always needing you here
Holding me gently
I'm sick of it
I need my independence from you
Jul 2013 · 422
Untitled 28
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
How many tears can a wrist cry?
How many scars do I have to open
Just to be heard
How many things do I have to give up
Just to stop watching the war consume us all
They say the only way to shine your light is in the dark
Mine has been shining for too long
I'm letting the vessels sink
I'm no longer the safe haven
The Lighthouse that kept them safe
I'll always be the rocks wading in the water
Waiting for their precious hull
To crash against my edges
Letting the tide
The hungry waves drag them to the depths
Jul 2013 · 583
Bully To Friend
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I may not know what it's like being bullied
But I know what it's like being the bully
My naturally massive frame
Came with swirlies and stuffed lockers
But I eventually saw the harm I was causing
On the wrist of a kid I once bullied
I sat him down
Asked him why his scars matched that of mine
He replied with a shocking remark
"You don't help with the **** I'm going through"
I told him this
"I don't want to be the bully anymore"
I stopped every bully in the school from ******* with him
I helped kids out who were being victimized
I went from bully to friend
People were still scared of me
But I managed to take that fear
And make a movement towards helping
Every kid I once bullied
Call me mean call me whatever
I know what I once was
I'm proud of what I'm not
STOP THE BULLYING!!!
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Dear My Love,
I wanted to write to you
To simply say I miss you
I know we broke up six days ago
But my heart has grown weak without you
I wish you never stopped holding it
I don't know why I'm writing this
You'll probably disregard this
The same way you did me
At the Homecoming dance
You were busy texting your friends
I tried getting you on the dance floor
But what did you say
"I'm too busy"
Well I hope you're not busy
To attend my funeral
I'm not killing myself
You are
You killed me
When you walked out of my life
Stole my breath
And never returned my lungs
I'm suffocating
Choking on what was
Needing your touch
But your arms are around another
I guess I hold no value in your life
I miss you
That's all I really have to say
I love you too
Sincerely,
The man you never cared to love
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
We walked on the empty beaches
Hands entwined together
We thought we would never have this moment
Walking on the oceans shores
Watching the sunsets beautiful colors
Watching as the sun sets the sky on fire
While being extinguished
It shows that our love was never meant to last
It shows I'm holding hands with a ghostly memory
Struggling to set your heart on fire
While being extinguished by your refusal
This such an old poem.
Jul 2013 · 849
Forsaken Youth
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
She cries herself to sleep
Whispers prayers to her God
Muffles she's sorry under her breath
Hides under the sheets
Afraid of what tomorrow holds
When she awakes
She finds her mother passed out in the garden
Her father's fist planted into her face
Leaving the red mark to grow
Her eye blackened
Swallowed by the swelling
She doesn't know how to help her mother
She dresses her busted lip
Puts ice on her mothers cheek
When her mother awakes
She yells at her
Says she doesn't need her help
That she is the reason for all of this
The reason the rent hasn't been paid
The reason the water is getting shut off
So she runs as fast as possible
Running nowhere even faster
Then in the shadows of the midnight whispering moonlight
Her savior appears
Dressed in cold metallic silk
Breathing the smoke from the last cigarette
She wraps her arms around it
And lays next to the body before her
Writes the same prayer she whispered last night
And muffles sorry under her breath
As her mother finds the prayer
She silently reads it
"Dear God,
If you can hear me
Strip the pain from my mothers chest
Burden her with the grief of what she has done to me
****** my father in the back alleys of yesterday
Because death is the only thing that can save him
From the drunken monster he has become
By the way, God, I'm sorry for this
I guess you didn't hear my prayer
The very one I've been reciting since I was 9"
Jul 2013 · 515
Circle Of Last Hopes
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I'll travel to the end of the world
Watch the stars get evicted from the heavens
Watch as the desolation of the night sky
Becomes a vacant premise of empty hopes
Watch as the dreams of several generations
Evaporate as they plummet into the atmosphere
They call this the circle of last hopes
Everything eventually dies
Reborn in the mind of the descendants
Rotting ever so slowly
Like the hopes and dreams
They scream towards the heavens
Jul 2013 · 473
I Want To Kiss The Heavens
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I want to kiss the heavens
I want to know what it's like to be pure
I want to feel the tender lips
Of a midnight embrace
I want to feel a sense of sanctuary
But when I open my eyes to this reality
Nothing left is pure
Everything tainted with the rattling of imprisoning chains
I want to kiss the heavens
Lay down in a bed of rose pedal tears
Just fade away
Slip deep into my fantasy
Lock myself away
Hide from this daunting misery
No longer being victimized by the memories
The all too real nightmares
I want to kiss the heavens
I want to know what it's like to be pure
Before it's too late
Jul 2013 · 443
If You Died Today
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Who will tell the story of my life
Who will keep the darkness at bay
Who will lift the sun up in the morning
Everybody and everybody needs a crutch
If you die today
Everything will collapse
Time wouldn't be able to keep up
As things began to rot away
If you died today
My story will never be told
My existence will be for nothing
I know this sounds selfish
But I need you to live
Breath please just breath
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
Paper!
One 8x10 piece of paper
Declaring I'm...insane?
No that can't be
Doctor your diagnoses is mistaken
I'm not insane
Just sick, twisted, and demented
All you want is for pills
To be shoved down my throat
Thinking that's the only thing
That can save the remnants of my sanity
It's Not Candy!
I don't want them
Blue pills Yellow pills even Red?
How many pills must I take
Before I can finally say
I've never been happier to see...you.
The only tablet I haven't been prescribed
The only drug that can help me
Jul 2013 · 571
I'm No Longer Me
Robert Guerrero Jul 2013
I wonder what it would be like to be me
To tear this mask from my face
No longer hiding the tears
No longer afraid of the scars
Just be me for once
Smile a smile I can love
Laugh a laugh that echoes
When do I get to be me
Who really knows me if I don't know myself
Your god gave me the finger
Turned away from me
Now I have nobody
Just a blank piece of paper
Too many overfilled bottles
Of raw emotion
That just never seems to get empty
No matter how far I tip it over
I'm no longer me
If I no longer know who "Me" is
So I'll walk this beaten path of self destruction
Read the dead end sign and keep walking
Stop at the cliff
Watch the sun set one more time
And awaken the still veins
Jun 2013 · 861
Untitled 27
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
Kiss me goodnight
Riddle me the love you have
This affectionate rhythm can't be played
Unless two hearts play like bass drums
In an orchestra of violins
I'm not asking your forgiveness
Like Christians at the alter feet of God
I'm asking for eternal damnation
Forever condemnation
Simply because I'm losing my grip
On what is a not a reality but a dream
And that's where I found peace
Jun 2013 · 451
Finally Fucking Free
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
I joined the Triple F club
Finally ******* Free
I'm no longer caged by the pain
Came to terms with myself
Set free the shackles of yesterday
Paved the roads of tomorrow with today
I'm looking past the *******
Because I'm finally ******* free
Sad part is I have six months of therapy
Before I really get to say that
Jun 2013 · 1.3k
This Is Sadly...Goodbye
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
Decadent milk chocolate at my bedside
One morning as I wake up
Cast into the stone age
One night as I fall asleep
I bid you all farewell
This is sadly goodbye
I can't say I'm proud to be leaving
But I have hopefully left my mark
I wish you all  the best in your writings
Maybe I did something right with over 300 poems
Maybe I went wrong when I was forced to say goodbye
Yes...this sadly is...goodbye
I'll be back one day...hopefully
I'm leaving for reasons that I can't disclose. Just wish I had longer to be on here.
Jun 2013 · 2.4k
Silent Meadow Voices
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
This meadow once a graceful place
Pathways to untold peace
Narrow corridors into the heartland of tranquility
Weaving in, out, around trees
Like perfectly formed webs
That glisten with morning dew
Even as the sun sets through the branches
Cascading this meadow with darkness
New Moon blanketing the meadow
With the hope of new light
The voices begin to play
Lullaby whispers dancing on leaves
Shaking tree limbs to the eerie silence
The nonexistent breeze
Carrying the meadow into ballrooms of vampiric flames
Thirsty for the life each tree branch holds
Silent meadow voices
Truly are silent
When meadows burn to the sound
Of crackling horror-stricken leaves
Curling under the immense heat
Fossilized in ashes
Making this once tranquil meadow
An ashen wasteland for silent meadow voices
Refusing to even open their tongues
To welcome the morning sun
Bringing new light
To the horror of silent meadow voices...silenced
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
You won't see smiles
You won't hear laughter
You won't taste love
You won't touch freedom
You won't smell roses
Here on the corner of Life and Death
The only thing your senses will be good for
Is sadly and inevitably nothing
This dark corner is never friendly
If you want happiness keep dreaming
If you want peace keep smoking
Whatever your hippie *** is smoking
Because it will never be a reality
Just tuck yourself in
Have sweet dreams
Bed bugs won't bite
Your body is already too cold
Darkness will soon engulf you
And I'll be the last nightmare
To your sweet diabetes dream
Jun 2013 · 1.9k
Victim To Your Insanity
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
They say no matter
How crazy your mother becomes
You're suppose to love her all the same
Yet when your the victim
Intestines scattered across the floors
Testicles torn from your body
Deprived of manhood
You look at her and simply think
"I'm a victim to your insanity"
You contemplate the vengeance
Venture forth on a Vendetta
For the safety of huMANity
Because who knows how many
Nuts she will crack
She's the Nutcracker from a horror film
Many nut shells left in her wake
Unfortunately we are all victims
To somebody's insanity
Whether it be our own
Or our manhood depriving mother
In the end you still have to grow a pair
To survive any kind of insanity
Weird poem I guess but I had a little fun writing it.
Jun 2013 · 366
When I Leave
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
I'll say I'm sorry
I'll walk slowly
Just to wait and see
If you'll stop me on the way out
Those bags I brought
I left at the front door of your heart
Because I knew it wouldn't last
I know you'll cry three tears and move on
I need you to know
I love you
When I leave
Don't stop me
Because as soon as I cross the threshold
I'm falling off cliffs
Tumbling through barbed-wire
Finally stopping when I hit
The bottom of my six foot deep grave
When I leave
Just let me go
We both knew it wasn't going to last
Not as long as we planned
When I leave
Cry three tsunami tears
I want to drown in your pain
The pain I'm sure to cause
If the first one don't **** me the second one will
The third is just to drown my soul
Bury it under the crashing weight
Of what you will go through
When I leave
Write books about how you want me dead
And most of all
When I leave
Leave without me
I'm just the broken reflection
To your brand new mirror
Robert Guerrero Jun 2013
So why in the hell can't I ******* cry once?
May 2013 · 1.2k
Summer
Robert Guerrero May 2013
Why did you come?
I enjoy the waking up at 10
I enjoy the relief from school
But why did you have to come
And take away my friends
The very few that I have
You brought me a job
Money in my pocket
Well needed for the ***** and drugs
For my Saturday night Fiestas
Also for my funds to go and see my beloved fiance one day
Summer
I hate you
Yet I love you all the same
I need some sleep
A hell of a lot more sleep
Short and sweet...I guess
May 2013 · 721
One Missed Call
Robert Guerrero May 2013
You called me at exactly 1:36 am
I was already up
I saw your name
I remembered the fight we just had
I didn't want to talk to you
I told you that you were weak
You couldn't love a man
That left you in the middle of your anniversary
I even congratulated you
You yelled at me and cursed me out
I was always there for you
I didn't deserve that
I never turned my back
Maybe I should have
I wrote you poem after poem
Handed them to you after school
I resent you for what you did to me
But I can understand the excuse you gave me
To a certain degree
Isn't it common sense
To hold onto that fairy tale love
Because it is **** near impossible
To find and obtain another
You made the decision to walk away from it
I loved you
You were the first
To every be given a second chance
And within the five days it took for you
To decide again to leave
We were never together
Because you never said a word to me
Never even let me kiss you
Just a hug and a "I'll talk to you later"
You can't let me go
That's what you say
Yet here you are fighting with me
Pushing me away
When I'm trying to keep my promise
That no matter what I'll be there for you
Yet you're making it impossible
I loved you
Now I resent you
Simply because you were and still are immature
Not realizing how happy I could of made you
So I hope you're happy now
When you get to hear my voice(mail)
I'm not picking up the phone
Even if you left a message saying
"I'm going to ******* **** myself if you don't speak to me"
By all means do it
I don't care
I want you to be happy
So if you think you will be happy in death
Goodbye
I'll just have one missed call
A call I won't return
I'm done
For an ex
Robert Guerrero May 2013
In the bible, they say it is a sin to ****
It also says that thou shall not lie
Yet you all lie when you have the acronym R.I.P
Carved into the headstone
Of your son or daughter
You have the preacher man say a few words
"He's in a better place now'
How is he in a better place now
If he committed a sin and killed
He also stole
His mothers heart away
His fathers pride *** he broke down in tears
His sisters trust as he took his last breath
He stole everything from everybody
And stole his life away
As he began to drown in the depression
That seemed to be invisible
He carved into his bedroom wall
The title off his favorite book
The very book he wrote
****** Written With Perfection
Telling of every dark secret
Telling of the depression
The outline and blueprints of his decision
To commit several sins
As a way to rebel against the society
That decided his *** was the new temple of god
This is not me so don't even think it is. I know how a lot of you think.
May 2013 · 3.3k
Narcissistic Poet
Robert Guerrero May 2013
You look in the mirror
Comb your hair
Say you're ****
Blow your reflection a kiss
Sit down at your desk and begin to write
"I'm **** for all the right reasons
Woman love me
I love myself
The world is pathetic
But I'm the reason the sun shines"
You're a poet
From what you tell yourself
Well my fellow "poet"
You're a narcissistic poet
With everything going against you
You should be more like me
Call yourself pathetic
Become your very own critic
Degrade yourself regularly
Sure it makes you depressed but for all the right reasons
You become better
Influencing yourself to be better
Without the knowledge that it's happening
Don't be a narcissistic poet
Be the poet that the world actually will like
A friend of mine said he was better than me
May 2013 · 864
1996-????
Robert Guerrero May 2013
R.I.P
Robert Louis Guerrero Jr.

That's really all there is to say
Everything to be put on my headstone
To mark my final resting place
I can't be certain when it will be my time
I have lied many times over
I have cheated just o get where I am
I have stolen things that should of never been tampered with
I mocked the life I was given
Secrets hold bounty's of truths
That no man or woman should ever know
But here is one
I attempted suicide four times
Each time I failed
I cut my wrist almost every night
I recently stopped for the sake of my heart
I drink like alcohol is going out of style
I have stopped again for my heart
You may be wondering why I have 1996-????
As the title to this redundant poem
Well it's to say that even though I am 17 years old
I am too young to die
Even the good who have died young
Wish they lived to see tomorrow alive
I have been told that I'm too young to hate this world
Yet I have seen enough of it to know
This place isn't for me
I'm not going to **** myself
The world is
They're going to pull this trigger
They're going to carve rivers into my wrist
They're going to determine whether I live or die
That is the reason for the "????"
Because I don't know when
This world will surprise me
By introducing me to Death's cold bony hand
May 2013 · 534
Yes I Am A Dick
Robert Guerrero May 2013
I am a ****
You may now stop telling the world about this
I think they know just as well as I
I may just be the biggest but I can always go another inch
If you want to keep complaining of the way I am now
It just gets worse from here
I have no intention of becoming somebody's *****
Or mindless slave
Yes I am a ****
Big, strong, long and what you beg to have
I'm not the best looking
But I promise if you **** me off
I'll break more than your pelvis
And no I am not going to have *** with you
Because I am a ****
Honorable and very well respectful of my peers
Now ******* and leave me alone
I was called a **** six times and it's only 1:27am. ****.
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