When Stress Becomes DeathI have myselfTo become,For I am livingIn my ownShadow.Every fall I make Is a mistake!,Each step away,Is another stepFrom GloryAnd fromGrace.I'm killing myselfSimply by existing,By expressing hopesThat are much to highFor myself to capture.I'm dying inside,Deteriorating outside:I'm simply...Dying-
Medley de poesia espanola en dosNo hay muchasMetáforasA te describirPorque eres másEspecialQue los otros...Tú eres mío, yQueEs todo necesitas.//Tu amor es unAguacero,Tu corazónLlueve.Atrapo tú;Tu corazón,Tu amor...Te atrapo,Te tengo.
Don't Be FooledI never knewHow much she loved me,Until the dayI realized why she wantedTo get me outOf that dreaded house Hell.
For the Muse that Keeps Me SavingYour smileMelts my heartInto submittingTo the written word;Inside, I knowIt's been my wordsThat has keptYour body tall,And your lipsStretched.It may not be loveExpressed in itsOverused phrase;But it's care thatKeeps me saneAnd your soulEarthed,And allows twoFriends to love.
Code for LoveIn the moment our lipsCascadedLike style sheets,I knew:You were the missing lineTo the storyI've been coding:Love.
Done.You are nothing but an innocentt,Too sensitive to admitYour own truths.Inside, it degrades.Outside, you live it.Together...Well, you're determinedTo break up "together",Why mention it?
Don't Lie To Yourself.If living means dying on the inside,Then fine.But my smiles will never be fake.
Thank You Sra. RosaEvery sound the pencil makes,Clicking against my quiz;Tap!, Tap!, Tap! Those are the sounds of my Footsteps walking on the Carpet, over towards the Window in the Corner of the Room.The brush of the paperAs it's lifted off my desk... I open the window as I'm Hit by ice-scorching wind Breezing into the room, I Step onto the sill and Jump through stories.She looks up at me,A teacher and coach.Her eyes ask empathy...I'm standing at my desk.I haven't moved yet.I turned in my quiz... I fell against a flower bed, Cushioned by roses... I survived the fall.Thank you Señora Rosa.
Friendship.Treacherours days ofHell & suicide have beenAlmost cured by the Nurturingly honest wordsKnown to be yours.You've all saved me;Optimism found its wayUnder your words' watch.