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 Jun 2016 Ysabel Cruz
Little Bear
never have i felt such a contented bliss
than to feel the quiet in a world such as this

to pack my belongings within my mind
and travel the world with such wonders to find

to journey across both space and time
to live in a world that is simply mine

never has such a love unfurled
within the pages of another world
Ahh to spend the day lounging, sleeping, reading..
among other things ;o)
I never wrote you that poem.
Just another broken promise
I'm fulfilling too late.
I don't write to you anymore
Either, not because you don't
Cross my mind,
But because you know the words
Before they are written.

I miss you. I miss
Our cigarette breaks that last
For hours or until we didn't have
Any left. I remember
The thunder of our feet
As we raced across the parking lot
Like kids because we could.

I remember the three a.m. phone call
Telling me there had been
An accident and that you didn't
Make it.

I may not write to you anymore.
But your memory
will never leave me.
So here it is.
The poem I promised you.
Three years too late.

But thats okay,
Because I know wherever you are..
You heard this
Before I did.
black or white, the ideology is often grey!
lost or abandoned, chosen or forgotten,
runner or drag-racer,
the empty bucket,
the data forms,
the Pyreness of their love;
the cry of an unbroken heart;
the little laughter of an innocent one,
perception abound, intelligence incorruptible
gentility, a mistaken identity.
the roaming panda, the separation that is youth.
it's both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.
time makes more converts than reason;
and the children suffer the wrathful inklings.
Happy birthday to me and  a loud shoutout to all the kids out there trying to make sense of their lives.
 Apr 2016 Ysabel Cruz
NaNi
Midnight
 Apr 2016 Ysabel Cruz
NaNi
breathe slowly
feeling everything you are giving me
i close my eyes and breathe slowly
submitting to your demands
i begin to open myslef up completely
vulnerable
as you fill me with your loving energy
i am moved
with every breath, i take a step
eyes closed, you guide me
guide me closer to a path
a path to love again.

NaNi
 Mar 2016 Ysabel Cruz
Rapunzoll
She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.

Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.

She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.

Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.

When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.
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There are always ways to improve,
Who you really are.
You don't have to always be the same,
To shine just like a star.

You can reinvent yourself,
In more ways than one.
But the changes you are making,
Will never be done.

Your personally changes,
Each day that you grow older.
As long as you try your best,
You can destroy your problems like a bolder.

So try and reinvent yourself,
And change yourself for the better.
It will help you find yourself along the way.
And you can be your own trendsetter.
I remember jumping into the water without knowing how to swim
I remember pressing my hand against the kettle to check if it was hot, watching it blister red for hours
I remember pinching myself even if I knew I was awake
I remember running until my feet burned and my lungs collapsed

I remember crying so hard until my eyes were swollen shut
I remember not remembering the answer to a math question and everyone called me stupid
I remember gripping my own wrists so tight until it turned into a kaleidoscope of blues and purples
I remember letting myself get tangled in your hair and drown in your eyes

I remember destroying myself
A poem I wrote awhile back it was pretty weird typing it in because I'm not in that place anymore but yay go me
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