And yet i'm with the girl of my dreams..
Harmony in contrastIt indeed seemed sad
Like a prayer playing bad,
A change in letter, turned amen to omen
Changed the facts, fates have woven.
Like a tide that turned
And which never returned,
Half of yin turned to yang
Whose anthem is to be sang.
Actually t'was balance restored
Tyranny undone, equality explored.
Now there be two sides to the coin
Hand in hand opposites did join.
Even though the world was split in half
The halves gained meaning,a cry from a laugh.
Harmony in contrast ;
as peace now reigned at last..
Why follow the Masquerade ?The first things we're taught -
None's the same, No we're not.
The next thing we're taught -
Be normal like rest of the Lot.
Why's the world such a hypocrite ?
Must my fate be confined to it's writ.
Isn't my fate, my own to scribe ..
Isn't it my life to describe ?
Why follow this masquerade?
A parading masked charade ;
That walks a beaten path.
An unchosen life that they hath.
With normality we're smitten.
Either Fit in or be Fitten !!
Isn't there space for all ?
After all, is the world so small ?
Why fit in.. when you can stand out ?
If i can't then I demand out..
I'll pave my way out at any rate.
Possibly set the beaten path straight.
Solving a broken heartAn arrow that hit the heart
Shattered it when pulled apart
Scattered,a jigsaw puzzle in scrambles
Left him,nothing but shambles
Time apart - a daunting task
Too much of both to ask
(but as they say...)
Broken love can only be mended
By the hands those t'was ended
New depths discovered
The void that once did harrow
Filled by the broken arrow
A broken heart bound by a tether
A jigsaw puzzle pieced together..
Lies 'bout truthTo the afterlife.......
Truth in mind ,that's mine
Is that to forgive is divine
Regret is not what tombstone will engrave
So every mistake ,I forgot forever & forgave.
Let truth be the baggage you carry
Let truth be the bride you marry
So there remains no broken promises be mend
So no one asks a hand to lend
In this world people say........
The lies 'bout truth
That a lie,lies above truth
That it's out of line and alignment
They need to be in line for enlightenment
So I say.......
The truth is absolute
It's the solution, not
Second ThoughtsThey all blame the moon
for stealing light
What if it was the sun
who drained the moon
dreaming of stories,
dream something bright,
dream something light.
please don't fall,
if you fall the story will end,
if you fall my heart will break and bend.
of light and of rock,
fixed in the sky of black and of blue,
tell me the story of how you flew.
tell me a story.
Obsession -AkuRoku poem-The sea-salt drips
off those soft pink lips
All I do is stare
but pass it off as a glare
His green eyes glare back
and my mind goes black
I undress him with my eyes
and hold back deep sighs
He talks but I don't hear
I just look on with fear
because this confession
could ruin my obsession
He stands and starts to walk
I grab his arm "Can we talk?"
He nods his head and I start
"Axel, I love you, even if I have no heart."
His green eyes open in shock
but then he leans forward til our lips lock
and now my obsession
has a new profession.
unfortunate habitI have an unfortunate habit
of pressing my fingers to my wrist;
or the soft warm spot in my neck
between the taut tendon and the rigid hardness
of the laryngeal prominence.
I think; although I am not sure
that I do this
to feel the steady thump the blood thrum
the flow the beat the never ceasing flicker of life
It reminds me.
It reminds me that I still function
that in all these broken parts
there is something that still works
something that operates the way it should
the way textbooks say it should and white coats say it should
and that I really am here
with the flutter of my blood in my veins
And then I remember.
This rhythm, this song
played through the neck of a little girl.
the acoustics were better in those days
A little girl, just six, seven maybe?
And I say to her
my dearest little starry-eyed girl
my hopeful little self with my hopeful little bobcut
I'm sorry. I am so, so sorry.
And life flickers on through both of us.
Broken MirrorBroken Mirror
Looking at yourself
From a broken mirror
That jagged crack
Holds your deepest fears
Where nobody cares
And you're all alone
And no one can hear
Your cries, your moans
You judge who you are
With that rigid line
Your doubts, your faults
Are not hard to find
You've lost all hope
In believing again
Lose trust in your dreams
Trust in your friends
You destroy your life
Because of that crack
But along the way
You lose things you cannot get back
Focus on the things
The mirror still shows
Your smile, your heart
Because everyone knows
The mirror only broke
Because you expected
Because you had no faith
In the mirror you selected
Broken Minds and Broken HeartsBroken minds lead to broken hearts,
Just as broken roads lead to nowhere,
If you are lonesome I promise to help,
But say you'd do the same for me and you'd be lying.
Broken minds lead to broken hearts,
And I was broken over and over,
If I even have anything inside me,
It's made of shattered glass.
Broken minds lead to broken hearts,
And I'm broken.
Inside My CageTilt your head back, look at the stars twinkle,
Never look at me, gaze at the nightly angel.
I'll strip away my repulsive façade,
Five, four, three, two....
Close your eyes tight, I'll stab you with my striking vile.
Egocentric, muffled with paranoia;
Despicable, detached from decency.
I'm the void, the space between you and your dreams;
I'll drag you down, witness the vivid blaze of my torture,
I'll hallucinate you, seduce and fabricate.
So get lost, get away, run and never look back,
'Cause I'm a ticking time bomb, I'll cripple you broken;
Go away, let me stay, your charming illusion,
I'll be your masked angel, caged in my ugly desires.
-Inside My Cage
Geek writes poetry.I'm not a poet of the greater sort,
I'd put Skyrim before Shakespeare's sonnets,
I don't study Poe (though I'm told I ought),
I can't see a scene and make art of it,
I am but a humble geek in hovel,
with nutella crumpets and a laptop,
I don't read great plays or classic novels,
won't have the rhythmical acclaim Slash got,
but my love, you know I love to dabble,
like a Satanist friend of mine might do,
I'm floating in a boat without paddle,
I might die or get inspired anew,
so darling please put up with what I write,
I swear eventually I'll get it right.
OutsiderI cursed myself with pitch-black darkness,
I shut the door to my heart, forever,
It was never meant to be opened again,
My wounds were never meant to heal,
And my ice was never meant to thaw.
I was never one for happiness,
Not that I never pursued it,
I just had no talent for anything of the sort,
The moon understood my loneliness,
I wonder if the stars knew my pain.
I was always an outsider,
Never intended to feel warmth,
Yet now I feel like I have an excess,
I was always Jack Frost,
I was always an outsider,
But I guess, now I'm not,
And for that,
How could I help but be so very thankful.
To Those Who Say,To those who say
Is a temporary thing
To express their feelings,
Thank you -
I'll be sure to remember
I must truly be when
On my death bed from
Writing my very last
Love, Sex, HeartacheShe listens to affection,
He whispers his deception,
Her heart will race,
Whilst his eyes trace,
She'll gasp and moan,
While his hands roam,
Dreaming of an emotional connection,
Thinking only of his physical erection,
Tomorrow she'll sing of what they'll be,
Tonight he smiles at what she can't see,
When he's finished with his lie,
He'll leave her there, alone to cry.
Ode to the AngelWhy do we say that death is bad?
If When comes to someone bad we say it's good
Why do we say that death is unfair?
If she ever comes equally to everyone
Death does not see race or color
Death does not judge by past or future
Death does not define who is bad or good
Old or new
happy or unhappy
Death is like justice
The only difference is that she ever comes equally to everyone
Why I Create, Why I SleepWhy I Create, Why I Sleep
I draw because the world is cruel
I create because of society's rule
I seldom search and find release
I'm just a soul missing a piece
I color because life is dark and gray
I sleep in imagination to take me away
I need all the different hues I love
To calm the evil storm above
My world is my dream
Weaving colors into every seam
I'm glad I never want to wake
Because I am an artist for my own sake
Yeah.Yeah, I've got some problems––let's call them, endearing.
Yeah, I've got some fears––let's call them, quirky.
Yeah, I've got some faults––let's call them, charming.
Yeah, I make some mistakes––let's call them, character.
You can romanticize it all you want, I'm still fucked up
––but hey, that's personality.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez