Biography of Bless Villena
Writing helps me clear my head.
The act of grasping for words, trying them out, changing them again and again until you get them right, or until they get YOU right, is a process that I really enjoy.
Poems are not just something we write; sometimes poems write us, and at times we do not even know who we are, until we've seen how we use words to express our thoughts.
All of my poems are reflections of myself, pieces of me that needed to be captured for one reason or another, to be read by myself, by friends or strangers; to be heard and of course, to be understood.
Bless Villena Poems
Stages Of Love By Colors
peach flutterings of the heart uncertainty and longing in one light, airy, that warm glow
I look at you my heart sings and breaks at the same time
a smile; a curtain to hide thoughts persistent, harmful nagging thoughts
Alone I am mood is gray mind is blank Where's the pink and peaches?
My mind is like a knife sharp, deadly stabbing at my soul
Invisible dread wrapped all around like bunched up sheets when you toss and turn
I crave interaction Yet I shun people around me I crave love Yet apathy rules me
How Could You Love Me?
How could you love me? I am flawed beyond belief
is like a knife
stabbing at my soul
Everyday it hurts
but the sad thing is
I don't really die
I just feel dead
My fault, yes I know