Biography of Alex Gomez
Considered by many to be a writing prodigy at the young age of 16, Alex Gomez exemplifies the next generation of extraordinary writers. With plenty of memorable occurrences, thoughts, emotions and ideas flowing freely through his intelligent mind, he is easily able to fuse these elements and create wonderful masterworks of literature. Utilizing a wide array of advanced vocabulary and modernistic poetic structures, each of Alex's poems possesses unique attributes. He is influenced by few and carries on the legacy as a Hispanic writer. With fear of a future overrun by anti-literature ideals, Alex Gomez will rise from the ashes and provide excellent reading material that will leave its mark on history.
Alex Gomez Poems
6th Grade Limerick
I think cake is so yummy It always fills my tummy And it's fun to bake Oh dear sweet cake
Collection Of Haiku
I see them all change, Transforming completely; a Metamorphosis
I know writing this may be futile, ‘cause of all the atrocious words I’ve said, but May I be pardoned to speak a few words of truth?
If we lead a virtuous life, the angels will come down and they take us to a heavenly place. If we live with mal intentions,
A Punkish Experience
A cluster of pent-up energy, Chugging guitar riffs, Hardcore pounding drums, Deep basslines, and
I Still Love The City, But The City Does...
Some have told me the city will ruin me Some said the city is an ugly place The city has marred better men than me
A Year Without Your Light (To Mom)
The vastness of space, The endlessness of time, The depth of my heart, The complexity of my mind,
Declaration Of Insanity
Beyond the corridors of my mind, Reality begins to unhinge itself. This unusual distortion disrupts my sanity
You Fail Me
I’m placed upon a cold and lonely shore The melancholy edges of the Earth And only darkness brews within its core I fall into the chasm of rebirth
This entire existence is violent, Yet the media will remain silent. Darkness overwhelms the vastness of light. Cannot anyone cease these pointless fights?
Abandonment And Abhorrence
</>Abhorrent, disgusting, Destructive emotions. Abandoned and lonely
November 12,1992 Oh, what a glorious day this is; My first child in ten years was
Chained To A Desk
Chained to a desk As midnight hour dawns Yearning for rest Usefulness of a pawn
You’ve climbed that mountain of excellence Seeking wisdom and enlightenment But all you’ve gained is arrogance And a hypocritical entitlement
A Punkish Experience
A cluster of pent-up energy,
Chugging guitar riffs,
Hardcore pounding drums,
Deep basslines, and
Rough vocals suffocates me.
A volatile atmosphere compels
Me to headbang to the rhythm,
As if the music has possessed