Speak

Maybe I should've never said anything. Hold it in, hold back. Like you always do to me. What should you get from me? Nothing. What do I get from you? Silence. A void, negative space. Leaving everything empty. A mystery I always tried to guess. You seemed interested yesterday, but today your distant like a star. Unreachable. Save the games for someone who wants to play. It will never be me. Lost of words you remain. Just speak.

Dear Caramelo

Where? Why? 2 main questions that stay here. In the mind of a soul untamned. A heart that loved you sincerely, without a doubt. Real I remain, always. My dear caramelo. Sweet then bitter. Putting on a show. Then became a quitter. Never a full on giver. No devotion to the one who cherished you all along. Revive what you killed. Time won't heal, all I ever wanted was you.

Book of poems: Beautiful Nightmare

Beautiful Nightmare is the tittle of the recent post of poems. It's the name of the book of poems i'm creating. The tittle of this book means to me as having a life that's like a repetitive bad dream. Beign appreciative of what you have. But not beign truly of fully satisfied with it. That's how I feel about my life. I need change quick.... It also represents the relationship I had with my ex. He was a beautiful dream that sooned ,turned into the biggest nightmare in my life. A nightmare I can never seem to wake up from.

Ice Burn

Had enough of the aloofness? Am I too laid back for you? Does my serenity make you uncomfortable? I am what you see, no actually, it's just one side of me. A protective layer. My careful and still composure. My intense eyes watching you. My lips sealed. My thoughs in another galaxy. Treating you cold, like ice. Never doubt, that as soon as i'm provoked. I burn, like fire. Destroy your negativity and abrassiveness towards me. I'm like a calm storm. Silent but deadly. Never doubt anybody, espicially somebody like me. I may not be physically strong. But i'll use anything to take you down. Just like anybody's nature, when i'm attacked. I protect myself. Don't think because I stay quite, never really have much to say. That it makes me a weak link. Stronger hearts, minds, and souls, makes a much stronger individual. Let my ice burn.

Lost Moon

Orbiting around an empty space. My planet's been destroyed. I can no longer bring darkness for his night. My beautiful scenery won't be seen by him. I was to stand by his side. Always, for eternity. Never in a million years would I think of being separated from him. His pressence made me shine. Now i'm dark. I had the power to manipulate his emotions. Now my power over him is lost. Lost, like i've become. Ever since he's been gone.

Heart Vs. Mind

The other day I made a mistake. I spoke to you. I've been having dreams of you constantly. I ask myself why? I truly thought I was over you this time. But I guess it was just the surface. My subconscious won't let you go. Deep down I might sitll want to be with you. But my pride. Stress from work, and the circle of dullness and boredom that surrounds my life. Actually had me occupied from thinking about you. The dreams made it clear that I still have feelings for you. I don't want to. If you're over me, I should be over you. I would never be the one to be in love alone. But then again I always am. Solo's my middle name and misery is my last. I really wanted you in my life. I needed you in my life. You were the fire that kept me warm, alive. Now the cold of winter and my own emotions are freezing me to death. I personally dont want to be with you. I hate liars. But my heart still loves you. I don't know why? What does it see in you? You're nothing but a boy! You don't know what you really want. My heart is a fool. Blindly in love. I will change it's mind. Will power will suffice. Heart Vs. Mind, a fight to the finish.

4Eva Imperfect

I have many flaws to deal with. My physical upset's me sometimes. But I've come to learn to deal with it. This is what god gave me. I have to accept myself as I am. I have to make others, take me as I am. I can't put myself down on how I look. I just go to work what I got. The exterior can always be fixed. But the interior is a longer, and more fufilling process. My soul is beautiful. I wouldn't trade it for the world. I rather stay, forever imperfect.

The Daydream in N.Y.

Today the emotion of the day when we first chilled, hasn't been able to get off my chest. I wish I could erase it, forget about ur kiss. Kill it put it to bed. But I can't. After 2 years of tryna be with you. Having just one afternoon, I can't seem to get through. It just leaves me empty, and uncertain about where i'll end up. So heartbroken. I'll love to still be with you. I hate to be stuck on you. I wish you'll come over. I dread calling your phone.... it was nothing but a daydream in N.Y., N.Y., N.Y., N.Y., N.Y.,.