mi corazon 2?

i deccided to just post any poems i have here, so if you want to have a look go for it. ;)

well here goes... :P

mi corazon 2
What was once a dark hole
where my heart used to be,
has finally been replaced
with a brand new heart for me.
It glistens with the love
that I never thought I'd have,
suprisingly two words
is all it took for that.
A simple game of b-ball
led to what I now claim,
my walls are finally tumbling
and I think that was the aim.
He loves me with a passion
and I now can love him back,
I'm glad he told me those two words
and that we had that little chat.

This poem matches your heart. It's beautiful. :)

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thank you.

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Originally Posted by aorozco

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thank you.

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Whoever he is, I'm sure he's one very very lucky guy to have a special woman like you in his life aorozco. ;-)

Yeah he is, as I am too. We both complete each other. :D

here's another old one i have..

no title...
sadness, swells inside,
it cries out from every corner of my body.
it's screams shatter my nerves and hold my conciousness at bay.
the pain seems unbearable, crushing my insides, like they were nothing.
how can my heart literally hurt as if it had been stabbed with the world?
my body trembles in fear and recoils in disgust at the mere fact that i can feel all this.
no drug could rid me of this pain...
the severity cripples me..
sadness, swells inside,
all i can do is try to hide...

sweet memory i have
of playing as a child.
my mother cooking us a meal
from the bottom of her heart.
hugs and kisses flow all around,
everytime i come back from school.
my mother watching over me as i learn to ride my first bike.
my father by her side smiling at his only daughter.
perfect marriage they both have.
blessed with a perfect family.
my brothers all love each other,
never yell or disagree.
happy is my memory of being a young child.
Wait, this is not my own,
whose memories have i stolen?
such a lie to think these things...

Stepping out into the world.
The morning chill, cold and bitter.
A deep breath, slow and steady,
deep going in, and released with a mist of nothingness.
So sweet feels the morning sun,
warming his face as he steps into the light.
His skin so pale, so fragile and thin.
Like paper almost translucent.

His attire seems normal.
A black Raiders hat to block out the sun.
Or so it seems.
A heavy coat worn over long sleeves,
to keep him warm.
Another charade that he wears.
Jeans, never shorts, he wears to keep the prying eyes.

Underneathe his clothes
he bears the mark of a fate that ends in tragedy.
His head disfigured by the operations.
Too much pressure, too much pain.
His arms bear marks of so many invasions,
robbed of his blood, of his pride, of his life.
His legs crippled, for his own body seems to hate him.
So much bad, so little precious time left.
Hospital bills, plague his family,
but to give up would kill them.
So he takes the burden of pain and suffering,
as they take on all the rest.
Delaying the inevitable, to full extent.

The pain gets worse, and he can't hide it.
Rushing! Chaos!
The ambulance light blind him
as his heart races with anticipation.

Back he goes. Remission no more.
His family prays.
He grows tired.
Tirred of the fighting, and tired of knowing all to well.

He can't take this world, this pain.
He finally gives up.

Hearts break everywhere that night.
Mother on the ground, crushed, dazed.
Father nowhere to be found, alcohol heals his pain.
Sister in shambles, 'How could this be?'




Tossing and turning, I can't sleep.
My father has yet to arrive and it's past two in the morning.
Enginge idling in the driveway.
Sweet relief, he's home.
He comes in, eyes red.

'Se fue, nos dejo.' Whispers rush out from his mouth.
'He's gone, he's left us.'
Millions of thoughts rush in at once.
Who? Where to? What is going on?

The confusion overwhelms me.
Then in the back of my mind,
where my deepest fears, and my hidden truths lie in wait,
his face appears.
Sorrow floods.
Like a maddening river, my tears flow out
overwhelming my hot cheeks, and stinging my lips.

Pain left in this world, by this loss.
Yet, uncovered truths remain.

He lit up the world with his smile.
In pain he always lay, yet laughter he used as escapeing.
No harm did he bring to this world, only peace and love.
Reaching deep in hearts while he was here.
Changing lives of loved ones.

That is my remembrance.
That is my comfort.

R.I.P "Chivo" :angel:

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Forgotten in the cold, so long she hides from it all.
Never letting the temptation of everlasting bliss fool her from her place.
never belonging in this world. Desires of floating away to a place where she can be alone and sweetly engulfed by her own pain and happiness.
Bitter-sweetness surrounds her never-ending torture. so long as she breathes, her memories creep. Away she must go in her mind, to suffer alone.
Hints dropped but no sooner recovered. Still they are miniscule drops of the huge dam built for other's peace of mind.
Drifting off into her world of escape, where even her nightmares soothe her aching soul.