Inside Heart
Heart:
A valued place, own by thee
Having secrets no soul can see;
Only place you truly own,
With having nothing to be shown!
Secret full, red treasure;
If you have it, it’s a pleasure!
A ruby keeping you alive,
Without it you barely survive!
Place that hides all of your emotions—
Secretly kept with no promotions
The temple that kept a so deep sorrow:
That you once had in life and left you a hollow!
That temple that wished a so- lucky life;
Hoping it happy
Hoping it non- strife
That so strong idol that resisted all grieves:
That so calm palace has given you relief!
The main resource supplying life;
The only thing that makes your sighs
Place that has always kept,
Your life story from step to step!
The only treasure you will freely take
To that sepulchre of your sake!
That blood red object…
{Inside Heart}
Letter
My heart could be hearing the steering of cheering,
Inside, though, is a different me
It was hard to swallow
That so terrible sorrow,
The love that destroy the friendship of we!
If I could have sought, the thought that brought,
That so grim sorrow of I and thee—
We both were best friends
With having no ends,
Before the destruction of we!
Because I hear, a tear and a tear,
Fall down the cheek of me—
Now that so grim sorrow
Has left me a hollow
Inside the heart of me!
And as for tomorrow
The sorrow that follows
Inside the hearts of thee and me!
That sorrow, that sorrow
Has left us a hollow
Inside the hearts of thee and me!
Dictionary
Definition of love:
The feelings, towards forwards;
To someone whom you love
The hatred or despair
That I grew in a garden grove!
It can be when you’re mad:
Sad because is bad
Or the charming, harming
Feeling, you received from dad!
Love is also weak,
Falling tears from your cheeks!
Something you could really have
Or something really hard to seek!
Definition of hate:
A blazing roaring fire
Towards someone you desire!
A really abstract subject
That can make you really tired!
Something really hard as ice,
An emotion not so nice!
What makes you think it twice
On a subject such as mice!
Vanished Love
Oh who would turn me back in time?
Where there was no grief,
Where there was no whine!
Were life seem to worth a living
And thine heart very forgiving
But now love has faded away!
And turn my colorful canvas
Into an endless delay!
Which whom my trust I putted upon,
Hath turn around
And left with no sound!
Which now my days hath past speedily!
Like a sailor in the bay,
As a flower after a day!
That rises in the morning in force,
By the end, has no source!
And after my heart was stroke!
That every night
My tears have me soak!
And that as usual have become,
My bread and drink, I recon!
And now that hope
Hath become a slope!
And my faith as a dead tree
Thrown out into that sea!
Vanished
Vanished!
For trying to live contrary to stream
For trying and trying to difference my team!
For believing, achieving and living with hope!
That now my dreams seem more like a slope;
And now I hope,
That this so steep slope,
Will not be strong and long like a rope!
Vanished!
Because I stay still, ill in this hill
That seems to be doing not my own will!
Because I have been living, forgiving and giving
My precious jewels to someone so cruel!
Vanished!
For trusting, believing and receiving friends
Confuse for not being so brave at the end!
For showing and throwing my valuable love
To those who reject it and fly like a dove!
Because I would have prefer to violently die
And die with no lie,
And die with no sigh!
And beyond have a life; a life with no strife
Where I’ll be alive
Where I’ll be alive!
Sonnet- Unexpected
Will our love be forever and happiness last long?
That depends on our strengths and emotions we procure;
Love can live in us if it’s full of hope and strong!
If always full or not divided and obscure!
And where that love is, happy days follow:
Because happiness is love, and love the other way around,
And what else do you want, other than days with no sorrow?
Because happy days are memories of non- frowns!
But love is also weak, thus easily destroyed:
By rumors and gossips and vanish able hate!
Happiness does not last long, because is toyed
By anger, jealousy; killing its hopeful fate;
As long as we live, before we come to end,
Love and happiness are always changing; destroying friends…
My Dearest Anne
Oh how nice of you!
To be my friend and live life through!
I’ve never seen someone so strong,
Whose hope and faith are very long!
But an illness disrupted thee,
And stroke all the feelings of me
You first told me and that was so:
“The illness took my hair
But not my life though”
And now there you are lying on your bed,
Walking with me you
Would have prefer instead
Months passed and I didn’t even see,
That you were gone without me!
And now that I know,
I think of it and say no!
And now I cry with so many sigh,
Because of the lack of thee!
Now my dearest Anne,
You are sleeping with no pain…
In that sepulchre of sorrow
That you left with such a hollow!
I hope you Rest in Peace
Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace
I hope you rest in peace…
In my Dreams
"I have been happy, tho’ but in a dream
I have been happy—and I love the theme"
Edgar Allan Poe’s
"Dreams"
Every time I close my eyes,
As over the day I begin to sigh;
There comes this terrible, horrible knight,
Every night, every night
As it dims my night with fright!
Although I may enjoy the dream,
As over my head the moon beams
Filling my night with joyful themes,
In my dreams, in my dreams
But this, no one has ever seen!
But the problem is when I’m awaken,
Where I wake up so sad and shaken;
The dream is leaving and I am grieving
In this living, in this living
Where no one seems to be forgiving!
All I’ve got from this to say,
But nothing else than mental delay;
And that I have only been happy
In my dreams, in my dreams
“I have been happy—and loved the theme”!
Nightmare
Once in foggy woods, where over bark there I stood,
The moist icy air, shown nothing but a flare, and
That bright light I did stare, where to touch it I don’t dare!
The greenish light did scare, the only person over there,
Strangest thing, oh so rare!
The light didn’t faint, that resemble of a saint,
That had early passed away, in this world he didn’t stay,
The light was a green ray, in the darkest woods, so grey!
In the early days of May, which so strangely guide the way?
Freaky thing that guide a way!
Ironically I did follow, the way that went with hollows,
To some place of ice, where I had to think it twice,
People in it looked like mice, caring a weird device,
With having no one to advice, entering wasn’t nice,
Oh! That wasn’t nice!
When I was in I regret, no one I shall never let,
Enter this place of desire, where everything makes you tired,
Where it was hot as fire, people’s heads attached with wires,
Everyone in there were some liars, with gifts no one acquires,
That place of desire!
I finally was out, out of a place of shouts,
In this place no more; shall I come? Nevermore
I threw the clothes I wore; I don’t want them anymore,
Threw them away in the shore, that was near a red store,
That was it, nothing more!
Dream Killer
[It is with full anxiety and full of hope
To dream something other than pure slopes!
To dream forgetting your hard life,
That the definition contains the only word strife!
To dream of a better tomorrow,
Where your children don’t go through any sorrow!
Not letting go of your only love,
That they only sleep in the heaven above…
To dream that all your life was joy,
The same joy children have with toys!
But there are two problems here,
That killed any dream with fear…
Either when you wake up
Or when the same dream itself messes it up
But you don’t anything else to do
Before you realize that
“Life has killed the dream” you dreamed]
The Impossible
How can I live without thee?
If we’ve known ourselves years ago;
You meant so many things to me
That, you have probably known although!
How can I live without thee?
How could I let you go?
That you have been so nice with me;
Memory white as snow!
How could I reject your love?
And regret your time with me?
You were a gift from high above,
That was sent down here to me!
If I would Only Perish Twice--
If I would only perish twice,
In a place not of ice,
Where my heart is not of mice,
Nor a human made device!
But an eager orange fire,
Towards someone I desire,
That can make them really tired,
Oh! Lovely fire!
Sure, this lovely fire,
Could rarely, hardly be acquire,
It can make you a greedy liar,
Or someone you really admire.
Sometimes does not suffice,
Nor give you someone advice,
That’s why it isn’t nice,
To try to perish twice,
Oh! Life of dice!
Inevitable
There are things that have to happen
Although you don’t want them to;
Nature’s wonders, no one knows
They also have to happen though!
Pregnant women bear a child,
That also happens in the wild!
Children leave their child days
A state in which they find new ways!
They enjoy their time as teens;
Others suffer from what they seem!
The time comes, (or not), of wedding joy,
A time of cheer, balloons and toys!
At last the time, no one nor I,
Really waits the day you die!
But those things we cannot change
Those things so rare, so sick and strange!
Apology
I wish I would have said
Something else than what I did!
I don’t know to what it led
Something really hard to read!
I was not trying to offend
Your broken soul within!
I think it’s really hard to mend
The damage of my sin!
I’m here to apologize
For the bloody wound I did!
I wasn’t really wise
In planting you this seed!
I really regret the fact
That your sorrow I’d awake!
I am sorry for my guilty act,
For my rejected mistake!
Wanted
In the desert what I want is,
Cold water and fresh shade!
In a snowy day I want
A hot coffee homemade
In the cave what I want is
A candle and a rope!
In the sea what I want is
Swimming skills and hope!
In the city what I want is
Intelligence and pity
For those who need love and faith
Lying in a dirty city!
From all the things I know and love,
I really need to say:
It’s you what I want, nothing else.
Struggles
It has been clear
All day, all night
From the struggles
I know;
That I’m a sailor
In a wild sea
Hoping with triumph
To get in a port
If the waves
Threaten me
I know the way they pass
My struggles will leave too
Afraid I am not
Of what awaits me forward
With faith and hope
I shall not be frighten
The struggles I know
Will soon leave as waves
As storms go away
So will my struggles
With no doubts
I know
I will reach
Somehow
Love
Love isn’t always true;
So different from my point of view
So much like roses in a tree,
So much like friends like you and me!
Whose pedals grow and shine and shine,
Centered in a greenish vine,
But at the end of lovely days,
Wind came in and blew it away!
Love is almost like a cup,
Lying on the shelf so up,
When used and falls and brakes;
Foreshadowing ends of dreadful sakes!
When broken, you can’t get it back;
That’s how love is in your sack
Once you let it brake,
It’s really hard to get it back!
Impressum
Lektorat: Emilio Portillo
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 27.03.2013
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Widmung:
I dedicate this book to all my friends including Ale, Ceci, Kim, Camren, Yvette, and whoever I missed out. Thanks for all of your support.
Also, to my english teachers and to all of you all who read some of this poems.
Thanks a lot!