Category: Poetry

  • I WISH…

    by PAULA

    I wish my mom could move on with her life
    Forget the hardships, release the strife
    I wish I could grow just a bit more
    My eyes look down and touch the floor
    I wish I knew what my talents were
    The ideas in my head have started to stir
    I wish guys never caught my eye
    I’d have straight A’s
    I’d never cry
    And when I look back
    I wish I could fly
    I’d get away from this hell I call life
    I wish I still had red and black hair
    I wish I never cut it
    I wish no one had cared
    I wish to remove these scars
    From my wrists
    I wouldn’t be ashamed of the times
    I’d missed
    To regain the wishes of all that’s deprived
    I wish to never falter
    Or stutter in my stride
    I’m still steady wishing for a
    Newly repaired heart.


  • A DESIRE

    by PAULA

    I’m gonna state a desire
    We need to address
    We’ve been building new structures
    My current capacity won’t allow
    So, to alleviate the costs, let’s evaluate tradition.
    It was the epiphany to become more
    That contributed to revenue were tangled in.
    There are mandatory fees we must pay, however.
    That we wouldn’t exist without.
    It’s in conjunction with the consistency
    We chase.
    Lectures draw plans outta maintenance.
    Plans that have been in the works
    For ages to come.
    It’s been brought to the forefront
    To discuss the potential
    We’re currently in the midst
    Of, at least, the silent phase.
    No public announcement.
    No final decision has been made.
    A possibility has been thought
    But, we’ll evaluate the situation
    When it arrives.
    For now, relieve some of the pressure.
    Let’s keep it inside.

     

  • TO MY GRANDMA

    by PAULA

    Goodbye, Grandma
    your tired eyes will someday rise
    Above this lonely shore
    I wonder, wish, and always miss
    the smiles
    and, of course
    I’m staying strong
    I’ll get along
    But I think about you now
    And I can’t imagine where I’d be
    without your loving vows
    I try not to shed the tears
    try to hold back the fears
    the memories of the wasted years
    But I’m coming to a close
    How can I get back the times
    The wasted tries and heartfelt lines.
    Oh, Susana, don’t you cry for me
    I remember when we’d sing
    But now, I hear the choir bells ring
    You’re watching over, looking down.
    Can you hear me now?
    Are you happy with your eternity?
    The lonely days are leaving
    I feel you close to me
    Can you hear me, grandma?
    Your girl, I’ll always be.

  • LET IT GO

    by PAULA

    Maybe I should let it all go
    The cherished tears, the laughs I fake
    Those glamorous smiles of yours
    Were never mine to make
    It’s like someone took a knife
    And cut my heart out of my chest
    You know what?
    Scratch that.
    You can’t cut something out of
    somewhere it never was.
    For, the life altering organ of mine
    Was in the hands of the best
    those strong, calloused hands
    Entangled with mine
    Kept me safe.
    They held me near
    And I pushed them away!
    I was scared of what would happen
    If I stayed
    If I opened up again
    Let someone in
    And allowed my nightmares to come out and play
    My past changed the way I think
    My future just doesn’t seem the same
    How can I move on
    When my feet are rooted
    To where we first kissed
    On the sidewalk, in the pouring rain
    I know they say if you truly love
    Someone
    Let them go
    If they come back, keep ‘em.
    If not, they were never yours in
    The first place
    But, it’s just so damn hard
    Seeing her in your arms
    And knowing
    That’s where I should be
    So,
    I suppose,
    All that’s left to do
    Is sit back and wait patiently.

     

  • DREAMS

    by DANIEL

    Fount pens are to drawing as science fiction is to books.
    Fire expresses the burning desire in his eyes to be the best.
    Hate is love but love is also hate.
    We tend to cast away the memories we need to appreciate.
    We should take care of our dreams just like we take care
    of a newborn baby. Dreams are special dreams
    are grand, dreams aren’t meant to be diminished in the
    sand. Dreams of success and fortune I hold dear
    to my heart, and to think this is the dream
    I chose from the start, to have that
    special someone is all that I need to
    one day eventually plant my seed. Through
    the struggles through the pain this
    dream is my destiny, my goal; my claim
    to fame this dream is not only
    important it is what I will obtain.