I'm A Poet... |
No, Im not a great poet,But I write.I dont have the swag of a poetI dont flow like a poetI dont even speak like a poet,But I write.I dont have an infinite vocabularyI dont rhymeDont wake up nex...
Posted by on Sun, 21 Jun 2009 23:18:00 GMT |
A Tribute to Us.. |
I pay my tributes to the day that we first kissed,Every time lay in bed with you,Every time I am wrapped around your arms.And I do this by just kissing you over and over and over again,Every chance th...
Posted by on Fri, 15 May 2009 07:52:00 GMT |
Anxieties of Life. |
No¬ sleep
You would think that I would love to lay on my bed,
Feel secure in the comfort of my own home&&.
But there is not one night that my pillow doesn't steal at least one of my tears.
Fe...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Jan 2008 08:49:00 GMT |
"3 Days" |
Its dark,
I'm alone,
My faith wears, as the hours don't
3 days max,
everyone else so relaxed as
I lie on my bed
thinking "why must he go?"
So reluctant
to do what I must.
The clock is ticking...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
His judgement Day... 11/28/06 |
As most of you already know I lost my father, Heriberto Medina, on Tuesday November 28th 2006 at approximately 2:00 pm. I did not only lose the father figure, or the man whose last name i hold or howe...
Posted by on Fri, 01 Dec 2006 22:49:00 GMT |
