Sol Mendez

Sol Mendez Apr 2017

How poems are made
"poetry is so difficult, but at the same time, I was saving my life when I wrote"
Poems, like dreams deal with leftover feelings.
Therapy
Addresses the issue of decision making and the resultant gain or loss
Poetry offers a way for the victim to express herself while at the same time maintaining control over what to keep to herself and what to share.
poetry saves lives.
Why poems are made

Sol Mendez Apr 2017

A Thought

My love for you was like having an ocean on my back and the tide always pulling me in but it was okay because I no longer had fear and I developed the ability to swim
My love for you was like having a bookstore on my back and every source to define the beauty of what we had
My love for you was like having nothing and content with everything
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Sol Mendez Apr 2017

You Had Somebody

I'm doubting
all my friends again
They say
I'm obsessed again but I'm not
I've never been obsessed
I'm used to being "just friends"
I tend
to forget names
I tend
To forget feelings
I tend
To pretend often
I tend
To pretend often
Now I'm sorry I forgot
That you have feelings too
You never quite mentioned it
We're misunderstood
But hey I just remembered
And oh I'm sorry angel
I'm sorry I forget things that should be remembered
I should've never listened to your friend
I thought that it'd be us until the end
But I mean yes we do pretend
But I mean how can we not pretend?
You seemed really sure when you left me
Made me feel like you had somebody

Sol Mendez Apr 2017

Once Upon A Modern Time

There was nothing charming about him.
She did not give a care about his stupid hairline or his shining armored teeth.
She did not give a care about his pearly white horse or his tin foiled armor.
There was something about him which she absolutely despised
maybe it was the way she was forced to be with him or the way that she did not care for him.
She shared interest for someone better.
“Once upon a time…”
She was tired of feeling forced.
She was tired of being sold.
He was no good for her either.
Sincerity was nothing he wanted for himself or for her.
“Once upon a time…”
They both met at the pond prior to being married
Both reached for their rings and threw them
into the crystal blue water…
As the metals hit the water— a rainbow appeared.
Once upon a time…
He met his price charming and she met her confused princess

Sol Mendez Apr 2017

Social Gatherings

When it comes to a conversation with you
I wish the days would never end
The necessity of sleep disregarded
When we talk—

Our words could waltz in the ballrooms
of our minds
serving as our music.

I’ll take a step and you’ll take yours
unless we are both terrible dancers
terrible talkers

and when feeling must remain silent
there is no true melody
to keep me from shouting

“I wish you’d talk to me some day!”

but there is always silence:

we look down as we pass each other by.

Sol Mendez Apr 2017

Do Not Disturb

GOODNIGHT SLEEP WEL—
delete text
Good nig—
delete text
type
type
Hi how ar—
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The phone chimed
I forget to mute
“Hey, I miss you!”

Read at 3:34 AM
Do Not Disturb

I like a good crescent moon

Sol Mendez Apr 2017

I see through the page

Days will pass you by
you’ll ask it to slow
but how can anything slow
you haven't gotten the flow
to tell
when it is time to go fast
when it is time to say goodbye