"perez" poems
I Will Never Give Up on You
By: Miranda Martinez-Perez
I've been to a place "they" would consider "the top,"
And it felt great... that was.. until I fell.
It was a long way down. Would it hurt? I thought not;
And I was wrong, cause it hurt like H*ll.
I've hit rock bottom with an awful THUD.
Took me a while to realize I was still alive.
I wondered if it'd even be worth it to get back up..
Then pondered if I should just accept this is how I would die.
But something inside of me wasn't ready to fail.
I wasn't ready to give up the fight.
In my mental prison, I chose to make bail.
I can't change my wrongs, but I can make them right.
So I got up, though it took all that I had left inside,
Went to that place that for so long I feared.
I knew the first one with whom I had to make things right,
that one was the one looking back in the mirror.
"I'm sorry," I said, "your expectations were not too much.
I admit I've just let myself get in the way.
I never took it into consideration that I alone am enough.
And all the extras in life were only for show and play.
You are perfect, I love you, and I am going to change.
I don't deserve for you to believe me, but I swear it's true."
The response I got.. I never expected to hear MYSELF say..
That was, "I will never give up on you."
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Hermano mio, yo se que te sientes cansado y estas confundido,
Se a levantado el enemigo para averte herido.
Yo se que aveces as pensado darte por vencido,
Pues se que facil no hacido
(Coro)
Pues yo comprendo que lo que estas pasando hoy,
Tambien lo he pasado yo, que se me acaban las fuerzas.
Pero te digo, hermano esfuerzate al llegar, se que no es facil caminar,
Pero Dios es tu fortaleza.
Oyeme hermano mio, No te rindas en la batalla
Oye ministro pelea, aunque tu sientas que satan se levanta.
Yo se que no es facil ver como los tuyos te dan la espalda.
Pero no te detengas, No te rindas en la batalla.
(nonono)
(/Coro)
Hermana mia (escucha)
Yo se que muchos an marcado con heridas tu vida.
Te as sentido muy sola, la victoria conquista.
Pues Se que aveces as pensado terminar con tu vida,
Pero Dios es tu alternativa.
(Coro)
No te reindas en la batalla, aunque sientas la tormenta...
Oyeme hermano mio, No te rindas en la batalla
Oye ministro, evangelista pelea, aunque tu sientas que satan & el gigante contra ti se levanta.
Yo se que no es facil ver como los tuyos te dan la espalda.(nono)
Pero no, Pero no te detengas, No te rindas en la batalla.
Pelea(4x)No te rindas en la batalla.
Pelea(4x)No te rindas en la batalla.
Pelea(4x)No te rindas en la batalla.
Pelea(4x)
Y No te rindas en la batalla.(aaa)
(No te rindas en la batalla.)
Pelea(7x)
(No te rindas en la batalla.)
Aunque se levante satanas contra ti mi hermano.
(No te rindas en la batalla.)
No Te Rindas Pelea. (4x)
Oyelo Evangelista oyelo Pastor oyelo Ministro!
No te rindas en la batalla!
Aunque quiera satanas derrotar tu familia
No te rindas en la batalla.
Pelea No te rindas en la batalla
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:37 AM UTC
**The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Left crumbs in my bed,
Clothes on the floor and taken me for a lot more.
It’s a movement of a different eye,
A different shape
A different style,
Place and time.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Left dishes in the sink
A bald tire here and there.
Bills on the table and no food to spare.
The sweetest smile I"ve ever seen;
Shook its judgmental head and left me squarely dead.
Running off in tow.
Screaming words obscene, Then laughing in-between!
The sweetest smile I"ve ever seen;
Wraps around upside down, then pulls me through.
Each year comes anew.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Comes in red, green, orange and even yellow too.
Some bright and others blue.
Different laughs that echo and others that heckle.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Snored so loudly!
On the floor! I could take no more!
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Hogged the bed – slurred, read and purred in my head.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Never drove, not one inch! – so the distance I would go.
Just to hear its passionate sigh, steamy desire and gaze into its bedroom eyes.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Has depth and vibe. It has a way to survive.
With all its doubts, screams and shouts.
It sometimes hides before it completely backs out.
The sweetest smile I've ever seen;
Will always be, a treasure from those who just can not be.
Will there be a smile just for me?
I’ll just have to wait and see…
Copyright E Perez 2013**
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
Drama
It's actions speak louder than words
Because instant messaging is just an unspoken utterance and throwing the first punch is much more than a notable deed.
People think that a physical altercation makes you who you are to become in your future.
I think thats a reasonable fight but I'm just so ****** into drama that I'm going to deny it anyways.
Because It isn't always the drama so much as the person who feeds off of it.
I am one of those people who if you give me drama I will take it in a breathe it out like its my oxygen supply.
Like the only thing I breathe is what that ***** said to me last week
A few people made me realize that drama sticks by you, and that Karma will one day kick my *** for it.
So to all the people who I have threatened I want to say you don't have to worry about me kicking your *** anymore
To all the people that I wrote a Facebook status about you're now more nothing but a document lost in cyber space.
To my dad because he had to put up with my **** for 14 ******* years
To all the teachers who gave me a detention because I harassed them or another student because I am just that shallow.
I'm sorry.
I am a drama queen.
I am a gossip girl
I am the teenage version of Perez Hilton.
Because sometimes my actions, speak louder than words.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
By \Arcassin B\ & ~Jesse Poem!~
\Good Vibrations make for better days,\
~that's something that she always says,~
\I'll give you praise if your names Perez\
~bright lights big city you come in waves,~
\If happiness is a warm gun then why do people die?\
~could you do it if you were here looking in my Eyes,~
\I know it well not to ever forget the lies,\
~your a stone cold killer your profression goodbyes,~
\I spent a life savings just to save yours,\
~and you come to clean up, simple as a household chore~
\Sweeping all your problems away you become a bore,\
~who said I had to go just to even the score.~
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
I have not put pen to paper in a good while.
It is probably for the better.
The blinds hide the world.
Listening to movie trailer music,
I write and hope.
What happens when you get older?
I hate it when people say they are "young".
You're 40 years young?
No.
You're an *******
We are dying from the moment of birth.
Don't forget that.
Pessimistic and proud.
Sometimes I sleep with the T.V. on at night.
A constant reminder that my dreams can give way to
war,
famine,
Perez Hilton.
If this is how the World ends,
life was good.
You see...
This is why I don't write anymore.
Poems that give way to inner thoughts.
How deep and depressing.
I could write more...
I won't.
Maybe.
Poems that end like highway wrecks.
Leaving you wanting
nothing,
but a refund.
Slam.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
My God if there's anyone
this question applies to
it's me.
I sprouted from a broken family tree
one branch is missing I'll never know who
one branch disappeared
all together Im *******
"is your last name perez?"
"is your last name linn?"
honestly where the hell do I even begin?
see I don't talk about it
i push it away
theres this place where i put it
and - yes,
im afraid
Its deep down inside
a never ending abyss
i push it and shove it like it doesn't exist
see it makes me furious
not to know my past
but time's running out
this ignorance can't last
whose blood line is it that
intertwines with mine?
pulsating through me
you too gave me life.
though i feel as if you didn't give me life
you actually took it away
cause when i asked about you
i was told you weren't welcomed to stay
who are you? who am I?
how could i believe i came from someone
who gave my mom a black eye
see i came from a broken family tree
but im hoping and praying
that it wont define me
cause after all these years you weren't there
not a glimpse of the man i knew didn't care
and it tears and wears at the center my heart
like a viper it comes and it rips me apart
spreading venom in me that slowly is killing
but the worst part is that
I alone am willing
I'll never forgive you
I can surely foretell
you are the one responsible,you put me through hell
but it was through hell that I grew stronger
became who I am today
and I guess it's not much
but it's more than You can say
Who Am I ? I don't know
half of me is gone
but its that lost half that makes me, me
no more will i dwell on
they say ignorance is bliss
so i guess it is true
cause man am i happy
that i never met you
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 9:03 AM UTC
i would rather be stung by 14 highly venomous jellyfish than be constantly reminded of you
i would rather cut off part of my foot during an imagined spider attack while sleeping than have to see your name again on facebook
i would rather have my jaw become stuck open while about to take a bite of a sandwich than get your phone number
i would rather be coughed on by perez hilton than see you again
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
Sandt Amaro and Karl Spooner on the old Brooklyn Dodgers.
My 2 all-time favorite players of my favorite team the Yankees are
an putfielder acquired in a transaction Vernon Webb
and the Rookie of the Year for, I believe, 1957
an outfielder first baseman Norm Cisbern.
My 2 favorite all-time Illinois basketball players were sixth men Ed Perez and Joseph Bertrand.
My 2 favorite all-time Detroit Lions are Bobby Cayne and Pork Walker with Ces Bingaman a nice third.
My favorite all-time Cleveland Browns are Otto Graham and Frank Gatsby.
My all-time 2 favorite Chicago Bulls are Michael Jordan and Dave Corzine.
Mordern-day-wise, I like Parig of the LA Dodgers, Steven Aren who last I saw was with the Washington Nationals, and in modern Illini football I loved Monty Wilson. He hit so hard and the sound of a prize recruit who never got in on a game. D'Angelo McGary and I liked the sound of the name. Duane Brantley who was a large for the time offensive lineman out of Chicago wo dropped out before he had a chance to play.
This is just scratching the surface, I guess, since I'm not into the star system per se.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Matthew
I'd rather drown in your ocean than swim another sea.
Nickels & Dimes
Your fish lips had a capacity for too many secrets.
Constable
I guess our forever had expired when hers was renewed.
Jacob
I never thought something so beautiful could be so ugly.
Perez
The only time I even cared was under the sheets.
Brown
Our two broken hearts could not seem to fit together.
Adam
You gave into her like a bleeding little blue boy.
Z
I never ordered arrogance with a side of passive aggression.
6'2"
Don't make me have to write a poem about you.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Haven’t I sung you songs?
Written you into poetry steadily and freely?
Haven’t I brought you along?
And covered you in the night when you felt hearts song?
Haven’t I thought of you when you needed to go run along?
Let you travel on your own
Behind the wheel of a new priced tone?
Wasn’t it Conscientiousness’ effort when I let in?
When you yelled at your children.
And they yelled too?
Wasn’t it a mess learning to live?
But through it all we kept close and hid?
And to you.
Wasn’t it grand how we drank and listened to Disney at night?
Or how we sang karaoke
While others laughed but so what? What blast we had!
And to you.
Didn’t we bring each other a cup of tea in our time of need?
Leaving you to rest in our nest?
And to you.
Didn’t I pick you up?
Bought, then chose.
The bar I raised. Then let go.
Just to have you close.
And to you.
What different set of values?
What lie and conviction do you pride on?
I shouldn’t fold – it’s really nothing new..There’s been so many like you.
Appreciation is what’s needed. When all is unforgiving.
It’s the flowers you sent
It’s the call or text
It’s the I’m sorry when I was wrong.
It’s showing when push comes to shove.
And to you.
No talk no banter
No life so what matters?
And to you.
Saying to much in small words
Letting me rise
Only to flatter.
That’s life here in this God forsaken game.
No Earth to give it what its needs
No Time that helped its leaves.
Falling in a grave
Only to rise again.
Because God only provides
In these to you, will never arise.
Copyright 2013 Edward Perez
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
She is Still shining bright
Dedicated To Selena Perez, A Brilliant Musical Soul.
As Written By Kevin Micheal Kappler
She is Still shining bright
A soul thought into permanent “rest”
I see her shining upon my body
A secret rendezvous
We greet one another every night
She still sings to me
A sweet and Welcoming tone
Of a Spanish Melody
She always makes me feel at home .
Surely the one that she also visits at night
Sees the Moon Goddess as she holds him tight.
Dries our tears
Fills up once void and empty years
I am truly dreaming “of you tonight….”
For every tomorrow
The Moon Goddess visits her dearest
Souls together
We dance in rainy streets
Now sun dried
Together and forever.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
*Audrie Pott
One of many
Stillness life
A beauty so rare with the smell of innocence in her hair.
That smile and youthful gaze.
Taken on that sad day.
Grown have we to teach and pray?
Grown have we to take the time
And cherish each day?
Grown have we to hold each other’s hand?
But no! We have fallen so far and so fast
Given into things that never last!
Where were we in her time of need?
Where were we never hearing her scream?
Where are we when children play?
Letting them think and go astray?
Open the doors and let the Elephant in
Speak and be patient to one so small…so thin…
We must echo and reach within
Giving our children to fight and reach for the light!
We cannot teach if our hearts are broken and shattered.
Look away
Look away
For the things that matter…..
Copyright 2013 Edward Perez*
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
**That Thing of Old
I see this disease
It’s long since been
It stands between hope and a world once been.
It lurks and cleverly leans in to play
On young minds feeding on hearts that know nothing, but dismay.
It raves and ravages endlessly
Gnawing on words and music
Till there is no sanity.
We laughed into the night
Clicking our glasses and thoughtful passes
Lured into battle – On the floor of thoughtless matter.
So we danced and my soul shivered
Another life taken
I felt sickened.
Fault not the looming canopies
Nor the tent’s of different clarities.
Nor the heartless or wicked
Truth be told…we’ve all been stricken.
We blame each other
No cause, no season.
That Thing of Old at your moral center
Seeks it’s way in like a small wooden sliver.
We maybe dust and frail upon sight
If we guard our hearts things turn out right.
Copyright 2013 Edward Perez**
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:35 AM UTC
Tears of Heaven:
These fallen times
I see men women and children combine.
In homes for the elderly together they thrive.
Back to what God provides.
The want is laid to rest
While the need simply profess.
Family starts to grow
Back onto the vine they go.
By an invisible hand that’s sure and divine
Their will – is set aside.
Lovers leave lovers in dreams that form
From the world and all that’s adorned.
If not these obscure lies
Would they simply fly?
The wicked know not why they stumble
Until they know Christ that is humble.
To love one is to honor the God within.
Not to play on the playground of sin.
Not to break the heart of God that’s within.
To know your soul you must break free
Speak no evil and give endlessly
Fight the good fight and be bold!
For no one stands against you when God has you in his fold.
Copyright 2013 Edward Perez
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
Father,
are you not excited to see me?
I can see it in your eyes
as they turn away
and don't look at me.
I must've done something wrong.
Grandma's writing is getting shakier.
The days of praise
are long away,
And the only things told,
were never really said at all.
Happy Holidays,
From the Perez family.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
“I miss her! I miss her!”
I fall to the ground..as well does heavy tears
“The Hummingbird IS Gone!”
“I miss it’s visit and song”
where does one fill these empty halls
where this girl made her voice boom for so long?!
Even though it was not yesterday that the evil ones took her from the world
I became the Joker… My anarchy and laughs
Were forces ,now, to unfurl .
He reminds himself to spread her legacy through your own artistic hand
True love filled a once empty heart.
As well as music’s wedding band.
I must do my best to spread my words, her messages, from her songs
In my pages of Photos,Sketches, and Poetic Verse
As her spirit smiles, next to me, arms around my neck…
She hears my soul and heart perform in every moment
of my artistic strength that my pen or music starts to rehearse.
Dedicated to two fallen angels. Selena Quintanilla-Perez and My Sweet Christina Grimmie
Nov 9, 2019
Nov 9, 2019 at 10:41 PM UTC
**What will I endure today or laugh away.
What things will I see that will come my way.
What sights or sounds or new music will be found.
What smiles and photos or rants will there be jotted down.
What games to play or drinks to pass.
What new lips to taste, to dine so fast.
What charms, what words, what rhymes to spout and shout!
What friend or foe or spirit will I plunder;
Finding a heart that beats asunder.
What a life this is! What colors and culture and people I find.
Such a joy I tell you what can be found.
Copyright E. Perez 2013**
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
Night is a god
Engulfing
Day's bounty
In a single stoke
Of life immortal's hand
Whispering stories untold
To every ear that partakes
Of its fresh awakening
Once screams of horror bind
Drawn upon by darkness luminous rage
Night leaves us wanting more
Never complacent
Unaccomplished
In all its mystic splendor
Twilight never bids farewell
It comes back with more promise
Of babies unborn
Of secrets revealed
Of faces unmasked
Of night trying to unveil itself
To souls who needs revelation
Vowing neither certainty nor reason
In what it bares.
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 5:38 AM UTC