TeachTeach how to read, not what to read.
Teach how to speak, not what to say.
Teach how to love, not who to love.
Teach how to think, not what to think.
Teach how to be, not who to be.
Teach how to listen, not what to listen to.
Teach how to stand, not what to stand for.
Teach how to write, not what to write.
Teach how to admire, not what to admire.
Teach how to fight, not who to fight.
Teach how to laugh, not what to laugh at.
Teach how to question, not what to question.
Teach how to accept, not what to accept.
Teach how to succeed, not what to succeed in.
Teach how to follow, not who to follow.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
UneditedWe cry.Unedited2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We fight for our dream.
We're just waiting to die.
The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.
The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.
So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?
Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?
Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"
It's good to be back.You tried, you just failed.It's good to be back.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You said you'd stay, but you bailed.
You hugged me tight, now you've let go.
You were my best friend. Now, a stranger I know.
You promised me the world, then left mine.
You said you couldn't be without me, I guess it took time.
I cared for you deeply, now I don't give a fuck.
No one's going to love you like I once did, you're shit outta luck.
You took a lot from me, but I still got it in spades.
See, all the love and memories…it all fades.
I'm doing really good now, I smile all the time.
It used to be reserved for you, when you were all mine.
I'm moving forward, doing things for myself.
I'm the protagonist in my life. You're the book up on the shelf.
I found myself again, and damn it's good to be back.
I got it all again now, everything I began to lack.
I was compromising my future because I thought you might be it.
It was always meant to be mine, and yours –– only a little bit.
You couldn't make up your mind, until I made if up for you.
Once RememberedIt is so beautiful to see two peopleOnce Remembered2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who truly love each other.
They were there, sipping from the same glass
Two different straws.
It made my stomach jump-
It is too charming to see two people
who love each other very much.
They were holding hands,
both locked into each other, promising to never let go.
It made me smile-
It is so beautiful to remember
how two people loved each other too much.
I closed the photo album and fell asleep.
I'm left with hope.I know it happened once, but it left me scarredI'm left with hope.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't give up, but I'm still afraid
But I will be brave, I just hope it won't happen again
Because I'm not sure I'll be able to handle the pain
It feels like all I can do is hope, for the best days.
Hell's pressure.When she was alone,Hell's pressure.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she lost herself.
The same way god lost me.
The putrid ghost,
he murdered her,
and dropped her body in the sea.
I longed and searched for that innocence,
but she was nowhere to be found.
It's almost like my childhood
was pilfered without a sound.
When he dropped her in she struggled,
she fought she cried and screamed.
Alas all good is weak yet lovely.
Alas she is only a long lost dream.
Now they drag my body out of water,
and I feel like I am breathing.
I cut myself on this evil world,
and I cannot halt the bleeding.
It's done with I'm done with I'm sick.
All my faith was washed out at sea.
All alone and in company I lost myself.
The same way your god lost me.
My Little FlameO little flame,My Little Flame2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you once burned so free.
You were bright and warm,
so comforting to me.
But now you wither and cool,
soon to go out.
I hope to restore you,
but my heart's filled with doubt.
I don't have the energy.
I don't have the drive.
I'm sorry little flame.
I can't keep you alive.
And without you, my fire,
there's really no hope for me,
but this was always inevitable,
always so plain to see.
O, flame, I wish it were different.
I wish you could live on,
but it's too late now.
Our time together is gone.
So good bye lovely flame.
Thank you for your time.
I'm glad that for a moment
you were only mine,
and as I watch you fade away,
I can feel myself going dim.
Already I am nothing.
I can't live without him.
My flame was my last hope,
so now I say good bye.
I have no reason to live,
and I wish very much to die.
i writei write for the feeling of maybe-kind-of-acceptancei write1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
because everywhere else i look, i feel lost in myself.
and there's the haze of a bonfire i shouldn't of gone to,
filling my mind with things i thought i'd pushed away
(but apparently i didn't
because the smoke in my lungs -
it brought it all back).
i write because maybe once someone will read it
and maybe just once i'll have accomplished something
meaningful. but of course i crammed for that test
and failed at the last minute but who cares right
(since it's not like
i've ever been good enough
i write in hopes of being able to stay stable long enough
that my internal fractures won't shatter me like broken mirrors.
when the one day i actually feel okay enough to smile,
the effort was washed back down the drain by your cruelty
(but, you know, it's
okay because i've learnt now
that you live only to die).
don't you dare fall in love with this devilit is Thursday. it is Thursday and you’re supposeddon't you dare fall in love with this devil2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be keeping your eyes down on your desk
and calculating how many molecules are in a liter of water,
but you’re not.
you’re staring again, and staring will one day get you killed
because you’re not looking at the right kind of person.
you should be, she’s everything you should want,
but you think that she has a bit…. less. maybe a bit more.
it doesn’t matter what parts she has or doesn’t have,
well, it matters because you don’t want her
because she is not him
and that matters.
there are three water marks staining the desk
and someone has scratched in a few stick figures
with their stick guns chasing after a stick animal.
you’re being hunted. you’re being hunted
because you are a monster for wanting what you want
and wondering what he looks like when he fucks,
i bet his lips taste like sin.
i bet his kisses hurt just as much as his punches.
and i bet you
People.People come and go, as sad as that is to believe––People.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
one day you have them near you, the next they may decide to leave.
People are not who you think they are, or what them seem to be––
they omit parts of themselves to you, and show you what they want you to see.
People say a lot of things, but rarely have actions to match––
as time goes on, you carry on, unwillingly becoming attached.
People use you like a pawn, they take you by surprise––
they make you feel like it is all about you, when it is nothing at all; but lies.
People care about themselves, more then they do for you––
some even drag you along for the ride, once they are done, dusted and through.
People tend to pretend, that everything is okay––
when really deep inside, they have a thousand things to say.
People hide beneath their strengths, and cover up their flaws––
scared to be themselves, to get hurt, or to be a bore.
People are stronger then
Panic AttackI don't knowPanic Attack2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It just hurts
Kill the monsters inside of me
Don't let them grow
Please, you're my only hope
I cant help but to yell
I'm out of my damn mind
What's that smell?
Smell my skin burning, I'm in hell
Oh what to believe, what to believe
You or this self-destroying symphony
God, save me
I'm just a fucking mistake
I cant go any further
I'm drowning in a salty lake
What is it like to be sane
To be at peace, in control
to feel no pain
I try to break free but the voices pull me back
I struggle and scream
But my self-worth are their snacks
Not Good EnoughNot good enoughNot Good Enough1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unworthy of patience
When you take too much
Not skinny enough
Not young enough
Not wise enough
Not kind enough
So why bother trying?
If only you were this
If only you were that
Do this a little more
And that a little less
Then maybe you'd be...
She hides, runs away
Crawls deeper within herself
Where she can't hear those voices
To a world where hurt's abandoned
She cares too much
Fake SmileShe used to get out of bed every morning just to look in the mirror. She'd look for several minutes, trying out different faces and different reactions. In the mirror, she would rehearse conversations that would happen and some that would never happen in her life. Most of all, she practiced smiling. A happy smile, a disappointed smile, even sad smiles. She found out how to make her eyes shine like she was telling the truth when she wasn't. She tested out smiles with her teeth showing, smiles without her teeth, wide smiles for when she was laughing. Her favorite smile to practice was a big smile without her teeth showing, the kind that made the corners of her eyes crinkle. That kind of smile made her look really happy.Fake Smile2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She would go throughout her day with these smiles. She made it through her own house, through school, her fake smiles even made it past her friends. They never knew how much she practiced them. They all just said she had the happiest eyes and the best smile. She felt very
You killed it all.You clapped with my heart in your hands.You killed it all.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You ran with my soul in your shoe.
You slept with my future under your mattress.
You killed it all.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
InspirationIt's there and It's not.Inspiration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just out of reach.
Just beneath the surface.
The inspiration you seek.
Your reason for writing.
The passion in your art.
This passion that you need,
somewhere in your heart.
But it's hiding,
evading your touch.
How can you write
Without inspiration, your crutch?
You set down the pencil,
take a deep breath.
Don't strain your sanity.
It's all you have left.
The inspiration will come.
Be patient and see.
It may take a while,
but it will soon be free.
Beholder.She leans in to the mirror, and lets out a disappointed sigh––Beholder.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
moves her face in every angle…out comes a soft... "why?"
He walks into his room and falls face-first on his bed––
he screams into his pillow and raises his hands to his head.
She covers the mirror with her towel, and begins to undress––
she throws her clothes around the bathroom "i'm a fucking mess."
He turns onto his back, his eyes red and damp––
he reaches for a photograph, behind his bed-side lamp.
She sits in the shower, crying, leaning on the wall––
she dries up in her room, lets the wet towel fall.
He puts his hand on the photograph, and a smile appears––
"so damn beautiful" he whispers and then… start the tears.
She sits on her bed, opens up her journal to write––
she stops at a page named 'Jack' and stares lost in sight.
He punches the wall, and his knuckles begin to bleed––
She writes it all out, and then s
PsychosisCan’t seem to get away from itPsychosis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only lies to guide the path ahead
Psychosis running rings
Within a translucent failing mind
The blood still running thick and red
Before your eyes, you chase the prize
Arms outstretched into the night
The surface layer burns so bright
You built your own deception
To illuminate your mind
The only success resides in isolation
You never learnt
A mindless abomination
Still deluded, still cracking at the seems
Couldn’t work out what this all means?
This is the element of failure
Built on your own perception
Of a world of your resolve
I'm FineI’m fineI'm Fine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don’t let them see your tears, don’t let them see how much you are struggling. Smile without sincerity and make it look real, smile without truth and they will think you are fine.
Faking a smile is easy, but living with the lie is not. So deep breath, exhale and lie because the truth is not what the world ever wants to see.
Hiding behind a wall of lies, longing to cry from the stress, aching to let all of the hurt out, always forcing the smile, always lying the lie. People are so caught up on appearances that they do not question if the smile they see is a real smile or a false one.
Liar, liar, pants on fire. Heard that many times and it is very accurate to humanity in general, we lie so often that we end up believing that our lies are the truth.
A lie a day keeps the truth at bay, a lie a day is not the way. We are a species of lies within lies, always locking away the truth fro
Where my thoughts flowMaybe I write because I can express my feelings better on paper than I can in speech. A pen has become my ultimate voice, when my vocal chords have failed me. The ink spilling my words painted pictures far better than my spoken words ever could. My imagination was free to wander as much as it pleased without the far of scrutiny by others. The pen was my portal to freedom. I was free to write anything I wanted in any way I pleased. No tale was too outlandish, no thought was too dark. The more I thought the faster the pen moved, the amount of ink multiplying on the page. Unlike a conversation a piece never has to end, or ends precisely when you want it to. The pen became an open ear and an open confessional. Where I could write down how I felt and all the sins I dared to tell no one. All I ever wanted to say ends up spilled on a page, but very seldom across my lips.Where my thoughts flow2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A Rainy DayWhen I first saw the rainA Rainy Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tenderly kissing the ground
I stood in awe of the unconditional love
Between the sky and the earth
But as I grew older the rain
Dribbled under my clothes,
And my fragile heart quivered at its touch
So I resided upon my window sill
And noticed the petty raindrops
Confined to a cold panel of glass
Forgotten, left alone, isolated
Racing to their death
Now the questions haunts me
Am I simply one of them too?
Are We or are We NotMy heart is torn but still beating.Are We or are We Not2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why must this keep repeating?
You had become quite a good friend.
I was willing this friendship to defend.
It's been a few years, and I've made mistakes;
but aren't friendships full of give and takes?
I know it was wrong
to keep such a thing from you all along.
I'm sorry, I swear!
Please! I still care.
Even with all the things you do.
I had come to see the good in you.
You keep sending me down this road
without my knowing which way to go.
One moment you seem to think fond of me,
the next, in my presence you don't wish to be.
If only, if only you would tell!
Then all might be well.
What horrid thing have I done?
How can I make this work in the long run?
Do you not care at all?
Tell me so I may take the fall!
Is it just in me a flaw?
Show me how I hadn't saw
that you were so greatly hurt.
And as I watch my tears fall to the dirt
I just wish I knew
what on earth to do.
Is there nothing I can say
so you might not keep at that bay?
I still want to be your
Definition of a Writerwrit•erDefinition of a Writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A writer is a person
Who sees the world differently
From a high perspective of understanding
To an easily balanced imagery
They stand at the edge of the cliff
And run that extra mile
To gain what a normal person cannot see
And to obtain the hope that they wish to cherish
A writer is a person
Who buries their ego and places boulders upon it
They learn the rules, follow the rules, and will break the rules
And make writing their own
They lay upon the dusty old ground of a graveyard
And do an annual ritual to free the inspiration that has been pinned down
They want to show their abnormality to everyone around
And make this journey an unforgettable experience
Writers are masters of inspiration
And will set aside whatever may ruin the ecstasy of their writing
Which they will forever embrace
And will fight to claim the title author
In their world of words
Their stories are set free
Some are killed to b
BeautifulSitting all aloneBeautiful4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You took my hand to dance
I tried to fight, but you promised it would be okay
You took my hand to dance
And you took me away
Your smile stole my heart
Your eyes stole my soul
Your touch made me whole
You took my hand to dance
And promised it would be okay
I danced all night long
And it was beautiful