AbuseHitting, punching,Trauma at dawn,Kicking, screaming,This is all so wrong.Nothing was there,Just the cold air,There you stare,With the huge chair.You never let me free,To run at the big tree,But you had other plans,With my bloody hands.Days turned into weeks,Losing color within my cheeks,The floor creaks,With every pressure in my feet.There lays the remains,Of my veins,There lays the chains,For his gains.
She tried...She tried to get away...But alas it was too late...There he waits...The crates and the skates...In the dark alley...She gets ready for the finale....There she is confined...And he says "you are mine.."And there lies the blood line.
I Miss YouI miss the days we were goofing around,And I miss your sweet mango perfume.I miss when you comforted me during the bad times,And I miss your beautiful eyes that were full of joy.I hate being so alone.Do you miss me?This world is so dull without you.And it's hard getting up in the morning.But, I know that one day,We'll see each other.But for now,I'll endure this pain that grows ever so slowly.
What Happened?There she is running,Running,Running,Bumping into the oneLike an air gun."It's you!" She exclaimed,He looked back ashamed,"I'm sorry for what I have done to you,I'm not the one for you."He turned away shamed,And she restrained her tears,As she sees the one she cares about,Ignore her and leave her in doubt. "What happened to us?"
Lonely Little ButterflyLonely little butterflyAll aloneLonely little butterflySleeps in the arctic zone.There it laysIn the never-ending daysA simple phraseMakes the pain malaise.
The World Will EndThe world will end,Someway, as plain as day,But few people utter,That it's now losing it's color.Tv news that make you shiver,All while robbers linger,Deaths that make you whimper,While the drunkards are giving a whisper,The rapists give you a quiver,You are in a dither,And your life is in a differ. What Happened To This World?
Papa!AmericaxChild!ReaderThere was a huge thunderstorm outside. America was going home since he visited England to hang out (To England's digress). He was a block away until he heard a faint cry. What was that? He thought, following the sound until he saw a small little (girl/boy) with a blanket in a dark alley. ____ was 8 years old. What is this small little dude/dudette doing here in this thunderstorm? He walked toward you and kneeled down. Your head looked at his bright blue eyes and stared back with your (e/c) eyes. He had a weird ahoge sticking out of his head and wore glasses. He was wearing what seemed to be a tan military uniform. "Hey dude/dudette! What're you doing here alone?"You were staring at him and whispered "M-My name is ____ and I live out here". The man smiled and said "What an awesome name! My name is Alfred F. Jones but you can call me Alfred." America decided not to say that he was a country. He frowned. "Where are your parents?" ___ looked down. "I-I don't know. I
Sometimes.....Sometimes I'm beaten.....Sometimes I'm tortured....Sometimes I think what did I do to deserve this...Sometimes I cry alone....Alone in the darkness....Sometimes I want to kill myself...It would make the pain go away....Sometimes I wish someone would save me...Save me from this cruel world...Sometimes I wonder when will this end...But then I learned it would never end...Sometimes I wish I want a happy life..A normal life...A life without pain...And torture....Sometimes I try to kill myself..To make all this pain go away...All I want....Is to be saved from this sad planet.
Forgive me mom.I'm sorry for all the nightmares....I'm sorry for pushing you away....I'm sorry for denying your love....I'm sorry for not listening to you....I'm sorry for hurting you....I'm sorry for the pain in your heart....I'm sorry for ignoring you....Please pardon my errors....I'm regretful about not telling you the truth...I never appreciated what you did for me....Now that you're gone....I remember how precious you were to me....I wish you were alive to tell you....I'm sorry..... Forgive me.
Tu devais exister(English version below)Tu n'as jamais existé.J'ai passé mes jours à t'attendre, en vainMes nuits à t'imaginer à mes côtés, À imprégner mon âme de ta présence...Seul comme la lune, je lui murmure chaque soir :"Elle n'existe pas."Mon corps lourdement chargé de solitude,Bientôt ! La mort va s'écouler dans mes veinesLes ténèbres me guettent, obstruent mes sens...Et ta silhouette s'éloigne.Une vie trop courte menée au rythme de mes illusionsJ'ose penser que ça en valait la peineMême si tu n'existais pas.Je ne peux pas me rappeler ton nomJe ne l'ai jamais suPourtant,J'ai tant de souvenirs de nous. Et de ta silhouette qui s'évapore,Une brume de chagrin.Une nuit étoilée, Pleine d'espoirs envolés.Pourquoi n'as-tu pas existé ?You had to existYou never existed.I sp
Desperate love (song)Haven't heard from you in monthsOur love used to give us goosebumpsNow it's like this, being together was my only wishNow we just reminisce, on what we could've hadThis makes me so sad, because the goods become the badGo away and never stay in my wayThis silly game you used to playControlling the strings of my feelingsBloody puppeteer of your smiles...I won't look back and just go awayEach day has it's own way of showing us a better dayWhich is the best way to live without you today?I can't get you out of my head no matter what So all I do is jot, these rhymes that I have in my headSometimes I wish I was dead, but instead I just go ta bedAnd I cry, cry, under the moonlight's crueltyAnd they bleed, bleed, mutilated limbsAnd they laugh, laugh, my elderly demonsI wish I could have suffered differently...Now I'm just another wreck in the sea of griefsAll I wanna do is laugh with youBut anytime we talk it turns into a
My life cancerA poison called cancerI'll die with this smell on my lipsThe smell of your silk hairThe smell of our laughsEven from beyond, blinded by black sunThrough dazzling darkness I'll see your shining smile.Once my heart will hushInto the deafening silence of death Your cheerful voice like an echo.My memories will sink into an endless voidWalking amid the lands of damned Only your hand to guide my heavy steps.Though sealed forever in my ebony coffinThe pain - stabbing the body I once had,Tearing my soul apart, finishing my late brain off...I'll howl silently, afraid that one dayYou'll ever forget me.
WritingI am a writerI write whatI wish I could sayTrapping my feelingsOn paper everydayI am a writerI write whatI see around meMy eyes; wide openHave set me freeI am a writerI write whatI need to doClear and confusedJust give me a clueI am a writerI write what I feelAnd I feel what I writeBut when I stop feelingI stop writingAnd my little worldStarts reelingI am a writerWho writes to find reasonAnd maybe even some treasonIn this worldWhere insanity rulesBehind a piece of paper marked:"Here are the fools"
The Storm is GrowingThe surface is calmBut inches belowThe water is boilingWith the hatred that’s grownFor ages it's waited waitedAnd nothing can stopThe fury that comesWhen it boils to the topA mountain will riseOf fire and smokeThe earth will dissolveTill its shattered and brokeLike a boil infectedUntreated too longBlood will burst forthTo right all the wrongThe rage that has lastedFor decades it’s builtWith nothing to breakThe anger and guiltTolerance can lastAs long as it’s forcedBut the binds that hold usWill crack till they’re burstA million menAre lined up to waitA button to pressTo finish your fateRun as you willThere is nowhere to hideWhen the fire we’ve builtFinally fliesSo even if the airIs forced to be clearThe storm of deathIs finally here
SynchronousA little girl waltzes to a tune in her head.A young boy begs the streets for some bread.A mother waits in a hospital room full of dread.A groom smiles at his wife-to-be as they wed.An old lady pulls the last bit of her thread.A homeless man stares at a stores comfy bed.A boy loves a girl; she loves a woman instead.A teenager writes a suicide note to be read.A drunk man doesn't see the truck up ahead.A once minor virus, begins to spread.A billion single tears are being shed.An army of first-time soldiers are being lead.A colourblind man see's a lady in red.A heartbeat begins, after being pronounced dead.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Papermanlet me tell you your future tonightI promise to strip it off the fashion, the passion, the romanceI'll read it on your pair of dirty, sweaty handsthe story I carved into my arms so long agoI'll take you to a journey with no endwe'll fly above rivers of tears and cities of ghostsdon't fear my scars, these arms are holding onto you strongI'll lull you through this nightmare and soon, you'll wake up homeI'll show you how to love this papermanand keep turning the pages for as long as the story goesbut as time's running, keep reading closebecause this fairytale will end before you know
RaindropADropTear dropPlummets downFrom the crying skyIts solution filled with sorrowGrief, sadness, remorse, and lossNow the emotional weather, merely theClouds will wipe away such heartbreakingFeelings, emotions, pain, and darknessOf this water drop filled to the brinkThat's left with no choiceLittle raindrop
My LifeLiving my lifeI feel so aloneDoing everythingAll on my ownAs I walk through the depressing rainI hope to go numbSo I won’t feel the painEating away at meI feel like I’m nothingAnd only wishing to be somethingI hope for anyone to notice meBut it seems I’m not meant to beBecause everyone walks right through meAnd all my hopes, and dreams, all my wishes to be somethingAll means nothing nowAs I enter my world of hopelessnessMy empty, lifeless dark roomThat is filled with all my loneliness, pain, and sorrowThe place I call homeWhere I stayThrough all my lifeless, empty daysThe place I call hellLook into my eyes and you can tellSee the pain, loneliness, and sorrow I feelLive my lifeYou’ll think it’s unrealI know my fateTo sink in despairI’d be surprisedIf one person caredFor meI only wanted one friendThat would stay with meTill my journey’s end
You said hello as you walked away.You knocked on my door, when I had already left the apartment.You whispered "I want you back", once I had gone deaf.You called me constantly, when my number was not in service.You said you had my back, when all I could see was yours.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
ScatteredSunflowers and peace signs.Cigarettes and spill stains.Umbilical chords and eulogies.Running from self.Running out of time.Running into eternity.Falling into darkness.Falling in love.Falling out of life.Sunrises wed with sunsets.Day making love to night.Forever, never's mistress.Broken glass and promises.Cuts and contusions.Dreams and stupor.Seeing the us in others.Feeling others in ourselves.Looking through the hour glass.Finding the universe within.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Hookedhe got attachedlike velcrobut iwas fused to himwith super glueso whenhe pulled awayit stung me harder
When I Have Left and Gone...When I have left and goneWill you realize what you did to me? see you theWhen dawnWill you want me there beside you?When I have left and goneWill you see how you Let Me FallInto this suffocating pit of despairThat chokes the breath out of me.When I have left and goneAnd you are left in my path of anger Will you be able to move onKnowing I cannot forgive you?The feeling that I was not importantThat I was only ever going to be second best That I could never be praisedAnd lovedTore me apart….And you let me br e a k iInto p s on the floor e e cAnd I can never be put backT o g e t h e r .
AwayYou used to be afraid to lose me,so why am I the one that is in pain from your absence?You used to look at me like I was the only girl you saw,now I'm just another lost in the crowd.You used to embrace me like you never wanted to let go,now you don't come near enough to touch me.You used to say you loved me,but I guess that went away.
Work of art.Don't wince at my scars, instead use them to find where I am broken, and put your body against the cracks.Don't let me fall out of myself again, the parts might fit together, but the breaks are never clean.Sometimes I feel like glass in the middle of a war zone, just the sound of goodbye may destroy me.I've picked up the pieces before, cut myself with shards of who I was, carefully pasted them together with who I am, hoping no one would notice.The trouble is the masking tape I used, doesn't seem to mask anymore.The trouble is I leave tiny bits of myself behind me, just so I can be found.The trouble is my heart is made of clay and it might just break with one more fall.Maybe that's the wonder of me, even once i've broken…I can break again.© Rocio Belinda Mendez
Love Is...Love Is...For PuabiLove...Is not just a wordNot just an emotionLove is a whole experienceA new, seldom truly discovered worldIt reveals its many splendours in the heartsOf those in LoveNeither she nor I could realize thisUntil that moment came to usOnce it cameWe desired to be nowhere else
Stars Wish on People TooDefine me when you take swigsthe number of your hair.The unmoving framesof your Sunday musingswhisper in caps lock;they want to be forgotten-they told me,like I could save you from myselfsomehow.I’ve always wonderedwhat it would be liketo play the pianowith my feet on an acoustic run;the shadow that isn’t friendswith the light like a body partI’ve always known,always had,but never quite seen.I sugarcoat myselfhanging by mere fiction,a pendulum and a metronomecoming home.What are we but allusionsto the people behind us,ambivalence to the riversthat never meet the ocean.It’s frightening howwe’ve been lost for yearsbut no one’s come to find us.Dusk it seemsis the lesser of two evils,midnight is just too mysterious.
Writing a storyBloody wordsA canvas of fleshAnd a blade for a penI'm just writing a storyThe story of my life
Call Me Anything...Call me ugly,But I'm beautiful within.Call me a geek,But I'll get a future.Call me a freak,But I am unique.Call me unpopular,But I have real friends.Call me anything,But I'm a human being. I am me,and YOU cannot change that.