You were in my armsI felt your skinUnder the starsIn the city Berlin.I heard your voiceI saw your smileNo other noise Heard for a while.Your eyes were blueLike a cloudless skyOh, what a viewFor a sore eye. I grabbed your hipsAnd pulled you inYou kissed my lipsWhich made me grin.It felt so realToo good toContinue reading “My Reoccurring Dream”
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Beautiful Broken Glass
Sometimes we hold onto things that hurt us more than help us. We grow accustomed to their presence in our life so much that we feel its easier to stay than to let go. We fear the unknown but close our eyes to the present, hoping it will get better on its own…
Thankyou For Existing…
A light breeze gently grazes my faceWith the sound of a quatroEnlightening the space.I sit all aloneIn my small little homeJotting down ideas And thoughts that I own.“Do aliens exist? Is fog just mist?”My mind starts to runAnd makes me remanence…I think of our timeEven though it was shortI think of your laugh,The one IContinue reading “Thankyou For Existing…”
I Had A Dream…
I had a dreamWe would grow real old And we would singDance the night awayOh what a scene. I never looked so happy As I seemed But it was just a dream…I had a dreamAliens came down And shot their beamsThe people were afraidThey ran and screamedBut I was gladThey took my enemiesBut it wasContinue reading “I Had A Dream…”
The Day That May Never Come…
At times my mind resorts to the possibility that I may never again have the chance to gaze into your ever-changing eyes. This thought alone makes me want to forget your existence, but like that of a Stradivarius how could one forget something so rare? But as time passes, my memory of you seems toContinue reading “The Day That May Never Come…”
The Father Who Lost His Son…
His life became dark in the blink of an eye while he held his son for the very last time.Struggling for breath, his son tried to speak. But he laid there in silence, he was far too weakHe gazed at his father with eyes that once gleamed, and saw that his tears flowed down likeContinue reading “The Father Who Lost His Son…”
Late Night Poetry…
I see your smileI wish I knew your thoughtsI dream for a whileWhile quietly thanking god.“Are they about me?”I sit there in wonder.Becoming very anxiousLike a dog during thunder.Your eyes meet mineAnd I’m lost for words.Your look was so calm Not a single concern.Your lips touch my cheekThen you whisper,“Everythings okay,This weeks just been aContinue reading “Late Night Poetry…”
A Broken Home…
Their house is packedwith souls thag livebut still it lacksof love to give.Holding to grudges they wont outlive,acting as judgeswho won’t forgive.They speak in whispers so no one hearstheir soft whimpersand flowing tears.Guarding their feelingsfor years and yearswhile always conceiling their darkest fears…
My Dark Fate…
This was inspired by ‘The Illiad’ by Homer. I can only dream to one day be a poet such as he.
Tip-Toeing Through The Long Corridor…
Tip-toeing through the long corridor, trying not to make a sound. Fleeing from the police, not wanting to be found. Wanted for a murder that he didn’t commit, they were only chasing him for the color of his skin. Sweat dripping from his brow as he hears their voices, his heart pounding now while wondering,Continue reading “Tip-Toeing Through The Long Corridor…”
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 