Poets-Are

Never will I forget your flawless face And yet you don't hesitate to forget me completely Though you won't leave my mind All I desire is your absence from it Love is what I feel, not obsession or addiction In time I pray you realize you are wrong Even though I know that day will never come

Naughty or nice? Coal in the stocking or presents under a tree? Christmas is almost upon us but how am I supposed to know what Santa thinks of me? I can't help but hide my tears as I realize every year that I harm the people who care the most about me. I always feel as if I deserve to be punished for my actions. But why, tell me why, do I always receive great presents from dear Old St.Nick? Does he honestly believe that I deserve the things that I get? I always wish on the night of Christmas eve that Santa would give me coal. I don't feel as if I deserve everything I get but I am always thankful and remorseful afterwards. I promise f

I can't let you in, I'm so afraid to get hurt again. I'm so awkward with my friends. I don't know what to say or how to act. So sometimes I just might snap. I have two personalities, introverted outside in the real world extroverted inside the safety net. I have a secret I'm not as strong as you believe. My strength is leaving me. I'm losing my faith in myself, starting to no longer believe in anything. My secret is mine alone. My secret....is all I have left.

Hell I want to run away Somewhere i can be alone but I can't get away from this hell called home Justin Sanchez

Jack of all trades and a Master of none; Wake me up sunshine when the day is won. I’m a jack of all trades, a queen of all mistakes; A King of the underachievers and an Ace without brakes. Help me please, to understand my folly; I never meant to make this squally. Take me back moonshine to the land of serene slumber; Where I can forget this place and drift away from under. Under this world where the greed of men prevails; Where people squabble over the tiniest of details. I wish to be back with the woman in my dreams; Where she keeps me safe and holds my mind together by the seams. She doesn’t care about my idiocy or past-regr

scarred forgotten and as still as statues crowned with imperfection painted with the ashes that rain down upon us in a daze mesmerized by the shadow beneath the flame eyes like the haloes of saints reflecting this moment like a dark eternity cast into a silence so distant and complete a final laceration to dispel our dystopian dream your hands unfold becoming haunting shapes so perfect to mask our fear the faceless torturer of a great inquisition to seek and destroy the immaculate remission our treasure and sin the wealth of lords and gods

 Memories of Summer Past Summer started with the end of school Now the fun begins, cherishing every moment like they're jewels I welcome the hot touch of the sun By going to the beach for the first day of fun The water as i dip my toes in The wind crashing against my skin The cold, refreshing water and the gentle wind breeze Make me feel alive and at ease Going on picnics with my kin Eating watermelons as the juice drips down my chin Hanging out with friends almost everyday Creating and having fun in anyway These are my memories of summer past It's sad though, it went by so fast Summer came and went, quickly reaching its end School is

Have you ever been unable to sleep? It’s a horrible feeling, being awake at four a.m. I have tried the trick of counting sheep, But they are all electric. I am lit by the laptop glow. I stare at words – insomnia, sleep deprivation. They fall around me like snow, But it’s synthetic dust. The woman at the counter is a picture of sadness. She hands me my purchase, morose. These slipping pills should stop this madness, But they tumble like grenades. The mirror in front of me is not real, I know this for a fact. It is merely polished glass in steel, Like computers, or feelings. I am plugged into a computer, Trappe

"Shut up, just shut up!" I've had enough of this! I don't want anymore screaming, And you don't know the whole perspective. You don't know how I felt, You don't know what I meant, Don't you dare…. She raises herself, Moves from her chair, Slow motion enables itself at the funniest times, Making the chair rock so exaggeratedly. I turn my head and when I look down, I see a restrained fist simply held against my chest… I can hear my heartbeat, And every breath like thunder… Theres a look in her eyes, And I knew that no matter how hard I tried, I wasn't her daughter… Turning my head, and looking now at the