Adrian G. Mendez, 26 kwietnia 2012
Time is Swift, and quick to leave.
Like when the Rain Comes and Goes with the Clouds.
So Waste no Time and Live your Life.
You are here to be Embraced.
You are here to be Treasured.
Let this Poetry be carved into your Heart.
The World is Beautiful, and so are You.
You are an Unattainable Prize.
A Prize to be Cherished.
So let your Thoughts be Known.
Let your Words be Heard.
Let your Heart be Loved.
And when the Rain comes.
Let it Wash Away your Pain.
Adrian G. Mendez, 17 lutego 2012
Darkness comes as sleep consumes, shattered glass reminds me of a broken promise. I take it inside, now nothings left. The story was written on a forgotten book, the dust of rust, the splintered cover, a moment long forgotten.
Faded ink and torn pages, tell the story ever so sweetly…. He reaches out to feel alive, she finds herself longing for embrace. The two connected through an unattainable bond, a promise made between each other. A hope to find the place they seek. A sanctuary just for them, in this world they see in black and white as they journey together through the night.
Watch as it comes, awareness strikes, it’s time to awake from this dream. The thoughts flow out into the sky as the story’s thread is cut apart, unfinished it comes to an end. Leaving the unending wonder of what was left to be told, the imagination of an unfulfilled promise left omitted, buried away.
Adrian G. Mendez, 18 października 2011
I Hear Her Voice As I Stare At The Sea,
That Lovely Voice I Can't Forget,
That Smile Of Hers That Fills My Heart.
How I Wish She Had Never Left.
She Flew Away Into The Sky,
So Gracefully My Angel Left,
Her Wings They Shined Like Stars At Night,
Her Smile A Moon I Won't Forget.
She Said It's Fine, You'll be OK,
I Leave With You All Of My Love.
Can You See My Thoughts Of You?
Can You Feel My Arms Embrace?
So Please Don't Cry, Don't Feel Alone,
Please Don't Shed Another Tear,
Look To The Sky And Then You'll see,
Your Angel I'll Forever Be.
Adrian G. Mendez, 18 października 2011
It is but a Whisper this Thought I have,
It flows through me like a River Stream,
So Silently, So Quietly.
This Thought completes my Empty Words,
It fills the Void of Loneliness.
And so it Passes like a Breeze,
Leaving but a Cold Regret.
The yearn to feel my Hearts Embrace,
To know I Care enough to Care,
To Hear the Sound my Soul creates,
As it Speaks its Words so Clear.
But now its Gone and Left Behind,
Now an Empty Hollow Past,
A Whisper Long Forgotten,
A Thought that Never Grew,
A Thought that Never Started.
Adrian G. Mendez, 18 października 2011
In Darkness I feel as I close my Eyes,
This Emptiness it grips me Close,
With every gasp of Breath I Reach,
How much Longer until I Find,
That Place I see when I Sleep,
The Feeling of Life that fills my Soul,
The Path I seek when I am Lost,
How I wish this Night would Last,
That this dream I see would never Fade,
Why does it feel so Far Away?
But a distant Dream I wish to have,
A Hope I Cling to like My Thoughts,
To find a Place that calls for me,
To find a Heart that cries for me,
To find a World where I belong.
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