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Art
Denise Rodriguez Jan 2018
Art
Kindness is a work of art
Said to be a true one.
Solid gold .

Depth in color,
A mood too unpredictable .

Formality of a great piece .
Out of line , rebellious .

Structure of the canvas
Show me your mind.

Endless thought of ones spirit.
Denise Rodriguez Sep 2018
Burning into ashes
Wild wind , pick me up and take me away

Swinging on the edge of the world
Ready to take flight and never come back

Mourning my broken heart
Angry with the world
Unfit and unwell , I’m ready to fly.

So lost , and very desperate
I want to be free!

Burned ashes my body is
Vicious wind , ******* away
Spread me across the ocean
Let me live a for second longer.
Denise Rodriguez Jul 2017
Became an excuse
To live , to breathe, feel and speak.
Became an excuse time back.

Vivid daydream .
No ! Angry nightmare.
Have Mercy on my soul.

What's there though?
Half empty cave carved into my flesh.
Rats and crows around my grave.
Patient , careful
Crawl out a ***** hole.

So raw, so bare.
Unconditional love.
I believe , but not proved.

Please ,
Force me.
Denise Rodriguez Feb 2018
Tears swelled up in my eyes .
Hey it's okay.
Your strong and you'll be fine .
Today , tomorrow .
You'll be fine

But ..

I'm afraid
I feel it in my gut , I feel my anxious agony seeping through .
But you have to understand ,
Your alone .
But your not alone .
You have me ,
That's all you need .

No matter what , please keep fighting .
You'll be fine.
Don't fly just yet

Stay for awhile and enjoy the breeze
Enjoy the drizzle of the rain.
You won't always feel like this
I promise .

Your strong , you'll be fine .
Some days it will rain and others it will shine
But either , or
You'll be fine.
Denise Rodriguez Jan 2018
I see you at the end of the shore
Willowed and drenched .
Sand in your hands
Clutched on to the feeling that your still there

In the midst of a dreadful thought
A wave crashes near
Unbothered, I don’t know what to say.
How can I save you ?

Sadly , I can’t .
A soul dried to the pit
So used up and hideous .

Still breathing, heart still beating .
But I can’t revive you .

Risk it love
Just let go .
Goodbye .
Ill
Denise Rodriguez Feb 2018
Ill
What will be
A broken heart
That turns into powder .

It gets me high.
Enough to look the part

Alike as a beggar on a ***** street corner
An infested criminal
With such need to inflict some sorrow

All feeling is gone
From the inner roots to the outer shell.

A voice that was burnt ,
Window-less rag
Tossed and ripped and thrown
Around .
Guilt with shame is bliss.
Ignorance is a kiss.

Once a broken heart
Turned into powder
Does what makes you happy

Nothing else matters .
Denise Rodriguez Jan 2018
Take me to the sea
Let's get trapped in the middle
Alone swaying waters
That crash on another.

Whispers in your thoughts
silence a second too long.

Feel nothing , get lost.

Let's rock back and forth in the middle of the sea ..
Let's hum and pretend to be free.
Denise Rodriguez Jul 2017
Hissed out lies to me
A smile with a slither in between.

Now tell me ,
What's the reward ?
Pounds of guilt, wings for hell ?
What more ?
Please tell me .
Livin to ****,
How pitiful .

Endless hole , buried in thoughts.
A child so stubbornly forced ,
A child so viciously torn.
An abandoned doll,
Cracked and oh so *****.
Whines out for her own.

Oh so heavy ,
So bloodied and dead.
Through the walls ,
Through the halls
His laughter echoes .

As the seconds ticked on, the day's flew
The years slow , I prayed
My knees bloodied
And flesh began to show
I prayed and hoped

Kicked to the ground,
I'm sorry.

You take a peak at my bruised skin
The radiance is gone
The innocence is lost !
I'm so sorry ..

I failed and I died
Oh how could I have been alive ?
Last moment I had
A dream so surreal , so unearthly ,
So unreal .
It could have almost been real.

I could not explain if I tried .
Denise Rodriguez Jan 2018
We wish for love
We give in to lust
Hatred in our hearts
Smoke in our lungs

We wish we had made it
But sadly we weakened

Walk down the lit path and tell me what happens
Is their anyone waiting ?

Time wasted.
Denise Rodriguez Jan 2018
I feel like a wild flower ,
a flower born too soon .
Wilted early and
now dried up to the root .

I want to say I loved it all
But I had no chance to feel at all .

Anxious for the death of me and ready for another chance .

— The End —