My groove

Is classic

His is new aged

I got the kind of love

That is  nostalgic

The energy that is sacred

And never fades

Would you rather hold

Fools gold or cherish

A Rose from the concrete

And watch it grow

I pray your world

Never turns cold but

Instead shines brighter

Then a new born babies

Eyes or smile

That can last more then a million

Miles my angel just because

Your heart is broken

Doesn't mean your wings are

Let my be the glow to your

Halo

The feeling where you think

Your lost but suddenly

You know

With you anything is possible

A cure

A miracle

A blessing

A gift

A shield

A lifetime

So please oh please I am not

Begging but simply asking

Now and forever will you

Be mine

My spirit my soul

My heart my mind

My sunshine

I'm sitting in my room,
writing,
believing that I can change the world,
knowing that I can't,

I'm sitting here, alone,
I'm thinking of those who are suffering,
those who've lost everything,
those, who will never feel like home.

I'm sad,
feeling like crying,
wishing to save the world,
knowing well that I won't,

but something tells me
to keep on trying.

they like the taste of misery.
they will find someone,
someone who does not
want to wake up in the
morning, someone who can’t
smile and they will stay.
they will love them and
keep treating them like
they’re everything to
them. then this someone
will become happier
and they will smile
until there is no misery left.
then, they are left alone.
they are abandoned.
the person had come along
and cured the sadness long
enough to take it away
just for a little while.
they like the taste of misery.
-i liked the taste of you.

I'm a reject and i know this because
everybody has that one person or
one group of people that
just isn't the same without each other.

But I
have never found such people

I wander, hopelessly hopeful
of making some conversation,
but I never have anything to talk about
because I can never be a part of their
life long enough to have anything
meaningful to mention

I'm a reject and i know this because
people i know are usually easily picked
out of a crowd. They are never left behind.
They are included.

But I
always enter the chatter midway

I pick up bits and pieces as I
come and go, like a vulture
for gossip and for information
because I am always the one to message first
and I am always the one to be mentioned last.
I'm nobody's first pick.

I'm a reject and i know this because
I can't just have one selection of people
to choose from. I acquaint myself with
everybody I meet.

But I hate it because
I feel like nobody, and nobody knows me.

Except
                      for
                              ­        You

WITCH
By: Jean Gutierrez

******* sorrounds us,
When you get to attach to them
They came up with freaking stories
Those rumors that can ruin your name.

And when you let it go deeper,
You’ll be played without knowing it
Those moments when you laugh
Will change into anger.

You’ll be hesitant to say a word,
Some of the letters were gone, missing
And when you hear the name or voice of it
Little by little your blood goes up.

Why are you here?
My hands crumpled and ready to punch
But I controlled it
Because it’s only a waste of time.