Through the looking glassIs this all real?
What is this sensation we feel?
Are we just reliving the life we once lived?
Did we die already and just get revived?
Who once decided what's left and right?
Who sees everything in black or white?
Is this whole world just a dream?
Is this all part of some scheme?
The answers to the questions were not written in ink
It always changes no matter how much you think
Because you're neither right nor wrong
People have been searching for answers for so long
Laws and rules,
Are just some of our tools
Tools to make this world seem more vast
If they are not believed in then they are just the past
Do we have some weird ideal?
Are we nothing yet real?
An answer is that ''we are'' therefore we exist
But that doesn't always mean we can coexist
Searching for answers can lead us to depression
But when we find the answer, do we remember what is the question?
TearsFeel the rain dripping on your faceTears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting somewhere in an unknown place
You might just had your heart broken
Those feelings of yours go unspoken
Let the rain wash your pain away
Let it wash away and find your way
Let the rain slowly heal your wounds
It heals your heart and will hide your wounds
The rain will stay with you for years
It's one of those things that always cares
Because in the rain nobody will see your tears
Hear the silence.One of the most important things is to know when to listen, not only to others, but to the Earth, to the Universe. We're all constantly communicating, via our actions, our thoughts, our dreams, our energy.–– it's pulsating around us like a constant breeze and it deserves the silence we constantly murder, with our ever so blatant need to be heard.Hear the silence.1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
The moon has seen billions of years, and it's still lost every morning.
The audacity of wanting to know it all, when the sun still questions itself at night.
The arrogance of coming to "factual" conclusions, when the stars engulf themselves with doubt.
One of the most important things, is to know how little you know, to be humbled by the extraordinary realm in which we live, and acknowledge we'll never understand it all, to surrender to it's will. All we can control–– is how we react to life, and the best way to react, is not to.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
One Cannot Exist Without The OtherLove and Hate, Joy and SadnessOne Cannot Exist Without The Other2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pleasure and Pain, Life and Death
Yin and Yang, Balance and Chaos
We cannot enjoy the Fore, without the Latter.
Poem: Hold OnHold OnPoem: Hold On2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I heard you crying last night
Did you stop trying last night?
You scream there is nothing left
You say there is nothing inside
You used to fly up so high
But you fell to pieces in the sky
You let go of your faith
And threw away your dreams
Try and find something left for us
I'll turn the lights out
Sleep for tonight
I have to leave,
You have to face this alone
You need to build your strength
You lost faith in me
And gave up
You know there is nothing
Left of us
You say it's too late
And nothing hurts
The feelings will come
And some will burn
But some will heal
If you keep strong
You won't hurt anymore
You can lay in the grass
And feel the sun
If you'll just wait for one
Keep shining darling
It's never too late
To turn your life around
Even if only for a day
You can reinvent yourself
And become someone new
Live a different life
And dry off your eyes
Just keep smiling,
I promise you it's not all gone
There is light at the end
All you have to do is hold on
WordsWords float on a thin lineWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
You're worth waiting forLet’s take it slow, if you want us to growYou're worth waiting for2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our love is our gentle abode, and I just want you to know
That my patience is unknown, but for you, I will hold
I’ll just have to flow, and always remain with hope
Because much time has already passed
And a lot has happened, so sudden and fast
But with each moment, we get closer and forget the past
With each mistake, we start growing, with each, we understand
But now that patience is a big part of my life
I hope that one day, you'll also be mine
It could take a while, it could also be soon
But none of that really matters, because I truly belong to you
Second ShadowThe hand on your shoulderSecond Shadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The whispers in your mind
The words on your tongue
The voice in your throat
And the feelings in your soul
To drive to madness
To seduce the insane
To draw the blood
And dull the senses
To plague the memories
Of damage done
To fake safe haven
As the character changes
Light the anger and fuel the rage
Another mind to feed
A second shadow
To take you into eternity
Dear MeDear me,Dear Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you seen yourself lately?
Have you seen how much you changed over a single course of a summer?
You used to be happy...
You were so naive, so innocent to what the world had to offer.
But one step too far led to this destruction.
You write depressing poetry almost every day.
A year ago, you wouldn't even dream this would become your fate.
You hide underneath a crumbling mask, trying to shove emotions you didn't know existed until now back into your mind for none to see.
Everyone thinks you're happy.
Minus the few you actually let under the mask and pour out your emotion for them to see.
As time goes on, your broken heart is beginning to heal, but...
Time ticks by so slowly...
So please, tell me...
What happened to you?
P.S. Please get better soon...
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlOnce Upon A Time7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she lived.
HateI hate youHate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I love you
I hate you
because you were my friend
I hate you
because I trusted you
I hate you
because you left
I hate myself
For letting you go
LearningI discover more about you,Learning2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you teach me what love is.
I unveil hidden knowledge
everytime you give me a kiss.
The most genuine wonder
when you caress me softly.
Could you help me to discern
dream from reality?
All the ways to love you,
so different from all I knew.
I want do discover everything...
loving you is just so new!
The Clock StruckThe Clock Struck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The clock struck nine
The illusion of a beautiful woman
What madness can this be?
She is calling out to me
My name my name on her lustful lips
And now my hands pressed on her hips
Oh! Her smile! Her caress!
That croon which must be blessed!
The clock struck ten
The temptations of a temptress
This woman, so beautiful in every way,
With my heart, she does recklessly play
Her eyes so dark, yet brightly glowing
Her hair so soft and gently flowing
Her skin so silky cannot be soiled
But to the touch, is so deathly cold
The clock struck eleven
The prayer without the belief
What this gorgeous being is, I don't bother
Yet hold silent prayer to our heavenly father
But now's not the time to worry with such strife
For tonight may be the rest of my ungodly life
My heart beats profoundly in my chest
"I love you" my words solemnly confessed
The clock struck twelve
The love of a man unloved
"Of course you do" my love left unreturned
But with her so near, I was unco
As The Darkness Devours Me WholeWhenever I hear those footsteps,As The Darkness Devours Me Whole2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pray to God-though he has
long since abandoned the likes of me-
As the devil draws nearer yet,
the bane of all mankind
Hear ye the sound of the angels weeping?
Mourning for all the souls lost?
The darkness encroaches upon human hearts-
and I fear for my vitality-
Against it, who can prevail?
And I pray...
Even as the darkness devour me whole
Another Language called EnglishI took your adjectives for granted. There was something about the way you skipped over your 's'es and gleaned over your 'i's and 'e's, that never really made me want to kiss you. You'd sit there with your languid fingers clutching a book that was half finished, and read me words that were completely mispronounced. It would prickle me under my skin and I would grit my teeth, wondering when you would stop. I would never understand the english language you thought you spoke, and your confidence in your own words annoyed me.Another Language called English1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was comical when you spoke in front of our friends. Your mistaken pronunciation of the word 'pronunciation' in particular made them giggle. I would stand in a corner, clutching a glass of rum and coke and cringe, flushing in second hand embarrassment. You would smile at me from across the room, and continue with your tangled tongue as though nothing was wrong.
I felt sorry for you. But not sorry enough when you took your favourite writing pen from my d
Sunday MorningI want sheets one day past freshSunday Morning6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and enough pillows so nothing
every feels stiff or tweaks apart.
I want the windows open and
the temperature perfect for
I thought to want Cleopatra's
handmaidens to serve us but the
world is not big enough for us.
I want movies of every moment
like this playing on the ceiling
so we can stay very horizontal.
I want no visitors and cannot
understand that part of Brian
Wilson's seven year plan.
After several of these days, I
want to write a new poem
prescription including innovations.
I want more of Sunday morning.
FallenI fell.Fallen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart fell out of heaven
Plummeting to the ground
At the speed of sound
And shattered in
A thousand pieces.
But... Are you there?
Are you the one
To pick up the pieces
And to hold me close
Whispering to me
That everything will be alright?
Or will it hurt?
Will the stitches out of my
Recently healed heart
As I stare into your hazel eyes
And see the echo of slate blue?
Will you catch me?
Or will I fall once more?
Haiku - IgnoranceEyes are always saidHaiku - Ignorance1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
To be windows to the soul
Did you try looking?
Innocence (73)Tired of mumbling when they mention your name-Innocence (73)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Desperate, longing, to simply be sane.
Want to be free, to dance with the wind
No longer thinking what we had was sin.
Used to be open, carefree and young
Long before we knew how love truly stung.
Now so broken with patches and scars,
Thinking this plan has never been ours.
Sure there's a reason for every small tear,
But gratitude is something you will not find here.
Give it some time, let memories build up
Don't think about all the days now corrupt.
Oh to be innocent like I once was,
To answer my questions with words like "Because"
Without having to worry about things in the past...
Not really wondering how long we would last.
i really want to...i allowed the word to curli really want to...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
against the ceiling of my mouth.
cradling the absence of a
storm that never came
roosting over rafters of a
note stretched far too long.
seeping through my teeth and
pulling moisture from the rain.
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadowsWatcher of the Night2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning
An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition
While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station
Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight
He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally
He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows of the weak
Stifling their deceit
And plugging up the leaks
He watches and learns
Trying to fit in
But he'll soon realize
It's a battle he can't win
The cycle repeats
However hard he fights
But his fate is sealed
As Watcher of the Night
SilenceThey say speaking is silver and silence is gold,Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In some cases it might be true.
But there is also a truth that goes untold,
Even if it might be quite blue.
Silence is sometimes bad,
Not always so don't get upset.
Some things that are evil can make us go mad,
Some things that are even a threat.
Even if your enemies will make your blood boil,
The silence of your friends will be what hurts you more.
Words might hurt us, but silence can torment us.
My Heart's QuestionIt rises up above me,My Heart's Question3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Laying here at night.
A question I can't answer,
That has no wrong or right.
Shining in the starlight,
Burning in the sun
I wonder if there's life,
In this thing that we've begun.
My daisy holds no answer-
It simply hangs its head.
The question is in my heart
That cries in silent dread.
Your eyes pour into mine
I wonder if you know.
Is this just an age old shrine;
Will you love me or let me go?
Sometimes, It's Okay To CrySometimes, it's okay to cry.Sometimes, It's Okay To Cry10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's okay to let the world see your tears.
Sometimes, it's okay to be angry.
But the hardest is to be angry at the right time, for the right reason.
Sometimes, it's okay to let your emotions show.
Because you've been strong for too long.
Sometimes, things can shatter you permanently
But you've got to pick up the pieces and mend them back together again.
You can't stay broken forever.
Just because it's okay to cry,
Doesn't mean that you should live your life in tears.
It doesn't mean that you have to be weak.
The hardest part is telling people that you're 'not okay'.
The hardest part is telling people that you 'need help'.
Because sometimes, it's okay to not be strong.