A Hero's NightmareThe souls that I could not save
Skin Wound, Soul DeepBeauty is only skin deep, they say.So why does disfigurement poison the soul?
The Beautiful DreamerYou will never know how I envy you, MorpheusFor you are the only being that can understand what this beautiful sleeper thinks ofAs she lays on that white sea, eyes shut to the world. What I wouldn't give to be at peace with her in her realm of dreamsTo see her smile oft hidden in her waking lifeUnder her armour as impenetrable as it is invisible.Answer me, O beautiful dreamerIs the world so cruel that you cannot confide in meThe secrets of your timorous heart? Perhaps one day, I will be worthy of your considerationAnd you will know me for realUntil then, your somnolent smile will suffice.
Turning Back to the StartWho says heroes needed to have powers?In all our shared fantasies,The heroes we created were only as powerful as the size of their hearts and the purity of their love.Often written of, spoken of but hardly understood.It's that many faced love that empowers us the most.Who says a life together had to be easy?My best friend...my true love.Is it too much to ask for both?Long before these words were written,A wise man said that friendship was a single soul in two bodies.Doesn't that sound familiar?We've come a long way together and we've still got time.The monument we've built only lasted because of so much renewal.But I will gladly take one more laugh and one more tear.One more blissful dream and one more nightmare.My greatest wish is not for our story to end in a straight line.But to turn back to the beginning again and again.With you.
Rue this DayWhat doesn't kill you makes you rue the day you were born
The Hawk and The DoveWho am I? I am the HawkI am the warrior, whose martial spirit reigns supremeI fight back to end a fight, and I stand aloneI am the combatant, the toughWho are you?Who am I? I am the DoveThe peacemaker, who cannot exist without violenceYet I need not resort to violence to winI am the soother, the tamedWho are we?We are eternal.
When?This pain I feel is all to real.It rends my heart like tempered steel.But dare I hope one day to heal?An answer that time may reveal.
DefianceIt starts with loss,The family torn apart, the friends lost and the peace shatteredBy the darkest hearts, the most powerful weapons and the harshest diseasesThen comes grief with its tear-stained face and its anguished cries,Drowned out by the speed of lifeIt doesn't make sense.What did we do wrong?Why is Heaven against us?Along came misery with its stone cold silenceBereaved hearts long encased in an iron shell, if only to fend offThe cold gun in their hands and the ledge of the roof in front of themIf there is a Heaven waiting for us to see our loved ones,Let our death be hastened.But the body hesitates and the mind awakens from its slumberRoused by a single wordNoHeaven is going nowhere, it can wait a while longerJustice has waited too long.First comes loss, then grief, and then despair…until all that's left is defiance.
100 Years, 100 DaysWomanOpposite, equalMaiden, Mother, CroneParent, Confidante, Teacher and FriendSibling, Playmate, Mentor and ParamourUnbowed, Unchained, UnyieldingFrom todayForever
For ScienceBrought toaster to bathtub.Shocking results.
Spoiler AlertWhen we meet, I’ll be nineteen and you’ll be twenty. You’ll try to get to know me, and I won’t say much, but you’re persistent. And eventually, we’ll become friends.You’ll be in the dorm lounge one day, playing video games with your roommates, and they’ll all laugh at you because I’ll beat you. But you just smile along, because you know I’d beat all of them too. On a Friday, you’ll ask me out for the first time. I won’t know what to say, so I’ll just accept, not thinking much of it. Then later that night after we’ve eaten ice cream and are sitting on a park bench, I’ll pretend I don’t want to kiss you. Even though I really do.On the week of final exams we’ll be studying desperately in the library. I’ll be on the verge of tears—why do I even need physics anyway? I’ll groan and slam my head against the desk, and that’s when you’ll lean in close and
ForevermoreForevermore I dream of dying in infinitum.
To My Biology TextbookOn page 159 of my biology textbook, it reads,“...cancer is the uncontrolled growth of cells”as though that could explain everything,and I thought it did for a time.But my textbook never warned methat his skin would paleto a point where I could seethe blue freight trainscarrying eighteen pillsthroughout his frail body.My textbook never warned methat his watery irises would freeze over,that he would hurl insults like knives,and that he would clench his jawas tightly as his fist clenched his wine glassbecause the only person to blame is himself,and he can’t swallow that as easilyas he can the olives in his martinis.And my textbook never warned methat it would be this difficult to breathebecause of my acute awarenessthat his breaths are limited,and that there would be nothing I could dobut soldier on searching for that silver liningclinging to these foreboding thunderheads.
.just try not tothink ofthat memory, that onewolf that callsfor the restof the pack;you'll spend allnight howlingwith them insideyour head
The Poetry of LoveBlue eyes haunt my memory,pressing their seal upon my heart and soul –your softness has me aching for one more breathless, single kiss.Beautiful crashes of bodies remind me of how I desperatelycrave you – love you – now, for always.I seek the comfort of your arms – I need you, as the poet needs his pen.Your touch rouses all that is beautiful and divine.I collect precious memories, one by one –of the sunlight reflected in the gorgeousness of your eyes.Your baby-blues call out as a luscious siren, reminding methat I am alive – please, call me home.Keep hold upon my love for you – my beautiful, fiery bolt of sunshine.My heartbeat leaps to the tender beckoning of your sweet song.Passion a-bounds; as my spirit longs for yours,and our united hearts ignite the night – our flames of desire –carry on, my dearest – carry on: protect my heart, my soul, know my love.Memories of you engulf me – as I pray for the ecsta
.is it worse tohear a truth,or give oneto tell a lie,or live one
.you brokea heart,convincedthat there wassomething goodinside
The Biggest LieI’ve heard KnightsWith broken shieldsPromise to protectPrincesses from the world.I’ve tried to rewriteThese fairytales,But I’ve run out ofInk, and someoneCarved them into walls.
Endless TalesII am the haiku of my smiles,The limerick of my frowns,The sonnet of my love stories,And the couplet of my thoughts.III am a ticking time bomb;And poems are the fragments of my blood,Mixed with the immortality of my soul,Carved into every echoes in the universe.IIII am never a story,Never a lesson to be learnt,Never a tale for you to boast;I am the scorching flames burning in the cold winter,I am a raging tsunami,And I could engulf the hell out of you.IVI am the everlasting scorching supernova,I am a whole book of undecided thoughts,I am your troubled curiosity,And every improbability in this universe.I am the paradox of my own time line,The undefined term in your mere dictionary, And the infinite definitions of my own thoughts.(G.L)-Endless Tales
Senseless.I didn't fall in love with you; I tripped over your facade.You weren't my other half; I was whole all along.Love isn't blind; it's senseless.© Rocio Belinda Mendez 2013
RebirthRemembering pastEndeavours, I couldn'tBear this painIn my soulReborn fromThe ashes andHealed of all wounds
Trappedthe words are there on the tips of my fingerswaiting patiently to tell their storya protective barrier encases this keyboard- prohibiting any exchange of thoughts from this tortured mind to this pure blank spacethe words try to slip through instead they bounce back and become wedged firmer into the swirling vortexthey bounce between the walls fighting their way out instead all that happens is tormented sleeps as the room fills with every individual letter that has tried to pass staring me down, reminding me They see it in my eyes two small beads withdrawn into their casingan impassive stare looks out"What's wrong" they ask -"I'm Fine, just tried"Something is wrong they knowbut it's too late Try and write it out you pleadnothingness is the responseyou want to scream out for someone anyonebut nothing comes outinstead you push people awayand shut the door tighttrapping the current perception tightly in
Punctuation“I thought full stop didn’t feel like going because of her period,” whispered hyphen.“Oh, no,” said semicolon, “that’s not full stop; that’s dot, one of the ellipsis sisters.”Well, considered hyphen as he prepared to dash off, it had been a confusing story but now it seemed he’d be able to join the dots...
Cliches I Have Datedi.Anna collected stardustlike pennies, exceptpennies are worth something.ii.Claire had inkrunning through her veins; dead,from an unsterilized needle.iii.Robin had birdbonesstrung together on windchimes.iv.Sarah’s eyes were alwaysto the sky, and neveron me.v.Lizbeth took my breath awaywith every punch to the stomach.vi.Rosalie had too many thingsin her ribcage; emotional adrenalinetriggered her arrhythmia.vii.Emily left mefor a boy with starrier freckles.viii.I am one cat awayfrom a stereotype, or one girlcloser to a happy ending.
NoNo you can’t do that!No you can’t have that!No we can’t afford that!No that’s not healthy for you!No you can’t stay up that late!No you need to loose at least five more pounds!No that college won’t accept your lazy self!No that’s not perfect!No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!No you can’t make a living from writing!No you can’t do what you dream!No, no, no, no, NO!I’m so tired of ‘No’!Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.Yes you can be the perfect person I want.Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.Is that what it w
CurrentsCurrents Some men yearn to claspThe edges of stars by their fingertipsTo at least hold onto the debris,That creates golden iotasIn midnight oceans;And whispers of olden tales,Singing of a microscopic sphere,That twinkles within the vastness of emptiness. But I yearn to hold wind in a jar,Capture the oxygenAnd never let go of its essence. Carry it with me.Take it to a place only she and I know of,And cradle the edge of her hand,Into the wrinkles and crevicesOf my solemn grip. I’m not big, nor very strong,And I don’t have the powerThat could protect you,From all of the injusticesThat could befall you— But what I do have,Are my hands to hold yours,To feel the warmth of my palm,Meld into your grasp. A body to shield you from theDebris of falling dust,Cascading words,And descending storm. And words,That can cushion gusts,And quell hurr
angelicusfrom the moment i first heard yourvoice, i knew you had to be divine your lungs have claimed eternity and your lips, they caught glory in a gilded cage of songbird sin every breath is a hallelujah, every whisper a leap of faith every clamour a constellationthe other night i dreamed of angelsand they all spoke with your timbrethey all waxed melisma in your wake sometimes i wonder if your voice is god's way of letting me in on his best kept secret; heaven isn't a home, it's a harmony.
Sticks and StonesThey say words can never hurt you.Silence does a better job.